This punch, carrying the immense power of 85 points of physique, unleashed the fiercest move in Bajiquan.
Guo Rui lay on the ground, unmoving for a long time.
The explosive force had nearly blown his head off.
An ordinary person taking such a hit would have died on the spot.
After a long while, Guo Rui twitched and managed to get up. His face was now completely swollen, his features distorted.
"Heh heh..."
Guo Rui chuckled weakly. He looked at Wang Yue and said, "I didn't expect you to be this strong."
As he spoke, he coughed, then spat out a mouthful of blood, along with shattered teeth.
"Still want to fight?"
Wang Yue asked indifferently.
"I lost. You can go."
Guo Rui slumped to the ground.
He felt he needed to see a doctor, otherwise, he'd be disfigured for life.
"Let's go."
Wang Yue said to Song Xianya.
"Oh, okay."
Song Xianya nodded dazedly.
Wang Yue's sudden display of power had her mind in a whirl, making her wonder if she was dreaming.
Was this guy, who was bullied relentlessly in his first and second years of high school, playing the role of a pig to eat the tiger?
Song Xianya felt her heart race uncontrollably, pounding for Wang Yue.
What maiden doesn't harbor dreams of romance?
What girl doesn't wish for her hero to come to her rescue on a pair of colorful clouds?
At this moment, Song Xianya felt herself falling.
Yang Wei lay on the ground feigning death, not daring to move.
Even Guo Rui had been defeated; how could he dare to show off now?
"Hey!"
Just then, Guo Rui shouted.
Wang Yue turned his head, seeing Guo Rui looking at them with unconcealed resentment: "You haven't used your full strength, have you?"
Wang Yue smiled enigmatically, not answering him, and turned to leave.
Guo Rui seemed to have found his answer.
He had practiced martial arts since he was three, then trained at the Shaolin Temple for over a decade. After being expelled for breaking monastic rules, he had roamed the jianghu for years, undefeated.
Today, he had confidently expected to win.
But the young man he had knocked down suddenly stood up, like a god, and knocked him out with a single punch.
That terrifying power sent a shiver down Guo Rui's spine.
He knew very well that if he hadn't trained in iron head skills, he would have died.
"Indeed, the world is vast, and there are countless extraordinary individuals. I have ultimately underestimated the geniuses of this world."
Guo Rui sighed, his previous arrogance completely dispelled.
...
Walking on the road, Song Xianya kept her head down, occasionally lifting it to glance at Wang Yue, then quickly lowering it again.
Despite Wang Yue's current composed demeanor, as if he were an enlightened master.
He was actually panicking inside.
After throwing that punch, he realized he had made a mistake. If Guo Rui had truly died from that punch, the consequences would have been unimaginable, likely landing him in prison for life.
Fortunately, the guy had the good sense not to die, which relieved Wang Yue greatly.
No wonder they say the jianghu is not just about fighting, but also about human relationships.
From now on, he needed to be more restrained in his actions.
"Wang Yue, you're so skilled, why didn't you fight back when you were bullied like that before?"
Song Xianya finally mustered the courage to voice her inner doubts.
Wang Yue immediately entered his acting mode. With the enhancement of his veteran actor skill, every move he made exuded an indescribable profundity.
Wang Yue only turned his head halfway, casting a casual glance at Song Xianya: "What do you think?"
He couldn't possibly say he was just a nobody before, unable to resist, could he?
That would ruin his image.
And Song Xianya was indeed taken in.
Her mind began to fill in the blanks.
That's right, Wang Yue was so strong; those punks at school were no match for him.
But precisely because he was too strong, he didn't want to bother with those brats?
Otherwise, a single punch would have left them half-dead, and he would have been expelled from school.
Or perhaps he was the son of a prominent family, pursued by enemies.
So he had to come to our small town to hide himself?
If Wang Yue knew Song Xianya's thoughts at this moment, he would have burst out laughing.
My goodness, such a vivid imagination, why not write a book?
After safely escorting Song Xianya back to school, it was almost time for class. Wang Yue said to her, "Break up with that scumbag boyfriend of yours as soon as possible. How could you have liked someone like that?"
"He's already my ex-boyfriend."
Song Xianya pouted and said, "I don't even know why I liked him before."
Wang Yue yawned: "I'm heading back to the classroom. I didn't even sleep at noon, I'll be drowsy this afternoon."
He then left.
Song Xianya watched Wang Yue's retreating figure, finding it incredibly dashing.
When you have a crush on someone, even when they're cleaning up poop, you see them as playing golf.
Then, Song Xianya smacked her own face hard: "Cheer up! Song Xianya, from today onwards, you are completely free from that scumbag!"
Meanwhile, at the billiards hall.
It took Wang Yue a full ten minutes to leave before Yang Wei dared to get up from the ground and walk over to Guo Rui, saying, "Brother Rui, are you okay?"
Guo Rui looked up, his face swollen like a pig's head, and said nothing.
Do I look like I'm okay?
"That guy is too arrogant, we can't just let this go!"
Yang Wei said hatefully.
"Tch."
Guo Rui sneered, "You want revenge? A hundred of you wouldn't be enough to beat him."
Guo Rui found Yang Wei annoying in every way now. If it weren't for him, why would he have suffered such a beating?
"You owe me money. Pay me back within a week, or you know the consequences."
Guo Rui got up from the ground, shoved Yang Wei aside, and then said to his own subordinates: "Are you all dead? If not, get up and go to the hospital."
Soon, everyone helped each other up, their faces dejected.
Yang Wei's face changed dramatically as he chased after them, his voice sycophantic: "Brother Rui, didn't we agree that if my girlfriend spent a night with you, the debt would be postponed for a month? Don't worry, I'll definitely get her into your bed."
Guo Rui grabbed Yang Wei by the collar, his swollen eyes blazing with anger: "Are you trying to get me killed so I don't have to repay the debt?! Stop spewing nonsense. If you don't pay up within a week, I'll show you what I'm capable of."
With that, he kicked Yang Wei to the ground and turned to leave.
Yang Wei lay on the ground for a while, then clutched his hair and hissed, "Song Xianya! It's all your fault, you damn woman. If you don't let me live, I won't let you have an easy time either!"
...
After school in the afternoon.
Qiao Zixuan seized the opportunity and quickly caught up with Wang Yue.
Wang Yue always left school in a hurry, so she had finished packing early, determined to catch up with him.
"Wang Yue, you're not driving your BMW today?"
Qiao Zixuan said with a smile.
"No, my home isn't far."
Wang Yue asked curiously, "Why do you ask? Want a ride?"
Qiao Zixuan blushed and coughed, saying, "Don't flatter yourself! I just think your driving skills are pretty good, suitable for being my chauffeur."
"A man of ambition, born between heaven and earth, should not languish in obscurity for long!"
Wang Yue declared righteously.
"Ah, Wang Yue, I found a hundred yuan on your seat, is it yours?"
Qiao Zixuan pulled out a red banknote from her pocket, smiling coyly.
"A true man knows when to bend and when to stand firm. I'll ride my Chitu horse to pick you up tomorrow."
Wang Yue snatched the money and casually put it in his pocket.
Making money, no matter how small, is honorable.
Especially earning money from a rich young lady, he felt no psychological burden whatsoever.
Qiao Zixuan smiled sweetly, her eyes curving into crescent moons.
Hmph, still can't win you over?
As the two walked downstairs, Pan Xing was already waiting.
He saw Wang Yue and Qiao Zixuan chatting and laughing, and his jealousy flared.
Had everything he said before been in vain?
Why had it had no effect at all?!
"Hey!"
Pan Xing rushed forward to block them.
"Xuanxuan, let's go home together."
Pan Xing said with a smile.
Qiao Zixuan's face fell. Was this guy sick?
"Pan Xing, I've told you, stop bothering me. I have someone I like."
Pan Xing glanced at Wang Yue and said, "Xuanxuan, this guy really doesn't deserve you. He has bad character."
"Hey, we might be acquainted, but I'll still sue you for slander."
Wang Yue said with a smile.
Pan Xing was quite sharp-tongued. After they fell out in his previous life, they hadn't contacted each other for three to four years.
Later, in college, Wang Yue discovered that Pan Xing was attending the same university. They reunited in college, and Pan Xing's personality had become much more mature. He sincerely apologized to Wang Yue, and they buried the hatchet.
So Wang Yue wasn't angry when he saw Pan Xing now; instead, he felt a sense of familiarity.