The entire dining hall froze at Qian Jie's scream, and everyone rushed over.
"Ahhh, it hurts so much!" Qian Jie clutched his groin, writhing on the ground.
Zhou Hong had considered crippling his martial cultivation, but then thought better of it, acknowledging that cultivation was not easy. Instead, he delivered a heavy kick to his nether regions. While the kick was powerful, it wouldn't cost him his reproductive capabilities, only immense pain.
Zhou Hong had shown considerable leniency. On the Zi Xiao Continent, he would have simply stomped him to death.
"Qian Jie, you brought this upon yourself," Zhou Hong declared loudly for all the onlookers in the dining hall to hear. "Last time the television station came for an interview, I didn't want to draw attention, so I pretended to be unable to withstand your single move. I never expected you to get so full of yourself and dare to set your sights on my girlfriend. If I hadn't considered how hard you've cultivated, I wouldn't have let you off so easily."
The people in the dining hall, hearing Zhou Hong's words, finally understood. It wasn't that Zhou Hong couldn't block Qian Jie's move; he had intentionally feigned weakness. Now it was clear that Qian Jie was no match for Zhou Hong.
Everyone felt a sense of speechless embarrassment. They had all believed Zhou Hong was truly that incompetent, unable to withstand even one move from Qian Jie, and the television had even broadcasted it.
Qian Jie glared at Zhou Hong through gritted teeth, threatening him fiercely, "Zhou Hong, you're finished. I guarantee you'll regret this so much your intestines turn green."
"You dare to threaten me?" Zhou Hong's anger flared.
"Zhou Hong, I'll be honest with you now. I do desire Qiao Xiaoyu. What are you going to do about it? I'm telling you clearly: I will succeed another day, right in front of your eyes. Just wait and see," Qian Jie said with utter confidence. The reason he dared to speak so brazenly was naturally due to his family background.
He didn't take Zhou Hong, a man with no family influence, seriously at all. It had been one thing before they fell out, but now that the pretense was gone, he wouldn't hold back. He swore he would sleep with Qiao Xiaoyu in front of Zhou Hong.
"Qian Jie, it seems you truly won't shed tears until you see the coffin," Zhou Hong said, his mercy evaporating. He hadn't wanted to crush such a weak individual, but some people, he realized, were truly beyond pity.
"I am precisely the type who won't shed tears until I see the coffin. What can you do about it? What if your strength is greater than mine? Can my family in Jinzhou City be compared to yours? Believe it or not, I can have my grandfather threaten the Qiao family and force them to send Qiao Xiaoyu to me." Qian Jie spoke with absolute certainty.
Many of the onlookers murmured amongst themselves. It seemed no one doubted Qian Jie's words. While few present knew Qian Jie's family, it was undeniable that a family capable of nurturing such a talented young man couldn't be ordinary.
The gazes directed at Zhou Hong now held a hint of pity.
Qiao Xiaoyu felt a pang of fear. If they truly offended Qian Jie, how could her family withstand the wrath of the Qian family?
"Very well, then I'd like to see how you'll be able to touch any woman for the rest of your life," Zhou Hong declared. He stepped forward again and ruthlessly kicked Qian Jie in the groin.
"Ah!" Qian Jie let out a piercing scream as his body scraped the ground and flew out of the dining hall.
Undoubtedly, Zhou Hong's kick was not just about causing pain.
Zhou Hong's kick had utterly destroyed his manhood.
Zhou Hong sneered inwardly. He still wanted to sleep with Qiao Xiaoyu in front of him? Now Zhou Hong was eager to see how he planned to do that.
Qian Jie, having been flung out of the dining hall, immediately lost consciousness, his pants soaked in blood.
The dining hall fell into an absolute silence. Everyone stared at Zhou Hong, thinking that Zhou Hong was now finished and wondering how he would deal with the aftermath.
However, Zhou Hong's face showed no fear; he didn't seem to care at all.
"Xiaoyu, I'm not eating anymore. Let's go," Zhou Hong said, taking Qiao Xiaoyu's hand and leaving the dining hall.
Qin Mengxue also exited the dining hall. She glanced at Qian Jie, who lay bleeding by the entrance, and sighed. She certainly didn't sympathize with Qian Jie; the man was a beast in human guise, openly admitting his intentions towards Qiao Xiaoyu.
However, out of good conscience, Qin Mengxue still dialed 120 and then quickly left the dining hall.
"Zhou Hong, I didn't expect you to be pretending to be weak," Qiao Xiaoyu said with a wry smile after they left the dining hall.
"Heh, seeing that I couldn't even block one of Qian Jie's moves earlier, were you disappointed?" Zhou Hong asked with a smile.
"Of course not. I never thought that. Even if you weren't Qian Jie's match, I still thought you were amazing."
"Haha." Zhou Hong's heart warmed. He looked at Qiao Xiaoyu, and a memory of that day in Tianhe District flashed in his mind: Teacher Yang Xi hiding in the closet, while he and Xiaoyu were on the sofa... Suddenly, Zhou Hong felt a surge of shame. He was fortunate Qiao Xiaoyu didn't know about that incident, or she would have gone insane.
"That Qian Jie, I saw he fainted. What will happen to him?" Qiao Xiaoyu asked with some concern.
"Don't worry, he won't die. But he probably won't be able to be a man for the rest of his life. If this were ancient times, sending him to the palace would be most suitable."
"Ah, then wouldn't that mean Mengxue would have to live as a widow for life?" Qiao Xiaoyu's face changed.
"No one who dares to harm you will end up any better."
"Qian Jie is Mengxue's fiancé. If he truly can't be a man for the rest of his life, then Mengxue will have to live as a widow."
"That can't be blamed on me. It was Qian Jie's own fault for seeking death, daring to have designs on you. I was already being lenient by not crippling his cultivation," Zhou Hong said without a hint of sympathy.
Soon, the 120 ambulance arrived at the dining hall entrance. Qian Jie was loaded onto the ambulance.
The ambulance immediately sped towards the hospital.
On the ambulance, the doctor glanced at Qian Jie's injured area and sighed.
"Doctor, how is it?" one of the nurses asked.
"It's beyond repair. Once we get to the hospital, we'll need to arrange for surgery to remove it as soon as possible," the doctor said helplessly.
"No...!" Qian Jie, lying on the stretcher, screamed when he heard the doctor's words about surgery.
"It's already rotting. What else can be done if we don't remove it? If it leads to a larger infection, it could be life-threatening," the doctor said helplessly.
Qian Jie's head tilted to the side, and he fainted.
At this moment, at the Martial Cultivation Academy, the dean also received the news quickly. Qian Jie was a student he highly valued. With the provincial university martial cultivation competition about to commence, and now Zhou Hong had sent Qian Jie to the hospital, what was to be done?
The dean immediately found Zhou Hong's phone number and dialed it.
Zhou Hong and Qiao Xiaoyu were walking along a small path on campus.
Seeing an unknown number, he answered immediately.
"Hello, who is this?"
"It's me, the Dean of the Martial Cultivation Academy."
Zhou Hong's brow furrowed slightly.
"Is there something you need?" Zhou Hong asked indifferently.
"Zhou Hong, did you just beat Qian Jie into the hospital in the dining hall?" the dean asked, his voice carrying a hint of reprimand.