Chubby Wang Erbao immediately became infuriated and burst out like thunder, "Mad Dog Chu, you really do harbor improper thoughts towards my sister!"
"And who the hell said they would never mention this again!"
"Just call me a good brother-in-law and I won't mention it." Chu Feng smiled scornfully.
Wang Erbao, furious, retorted, "Dream on! When you have a sister, I..."
Chu Feng's smile slowly faded, and Wang Erbao immediately remembered that the man in front of him had already lost his parents.
He had spoken without restraint, poking at the sore spot.
Determined, he raised his hand and with a sharp "slap," he fiercely slapped himself.
Then he muttered, "What the hell is with the weather, why are there still mosquitoes?"
Chu Feng couldn't help but laugh: "Your family raises mosquitoes?"
"Seriously, why aren't you staying in a safe place, what are you doing out here?"
Wang Erbao touched the red handprint on his face, feeling an evil fire inside him that he couldn't vent.
Hearing this, he dragged a person with bound hands and feet out of the mist behind him and harshly kicked it towards Chu Feng:
"This guy framed you, I brought him over for you.
"Only I am allowed to take your dog life!"
Chu Feng rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to the chuunibyou rantings of the chubby kid, grabbed the shadow, and took a closer look.
It was Zhang Mingli, who was beaten black and blue, now fearfully looking at Chu Feng and pleading,
"Chu Feng, please, let me go, I didn't mean to!"
Wang Erbao babbled on about what had happened.
It turned out that when Zhang Mingli rushed into the Martial Arts Hall, Wang Erbao was covering for the students to leave.
Then he was blocked by a Spirit-level Changmo.
After a fierce battle, Wang Erbao, displaying remarkable valor, chopped off the head of the Changmo.
Zhang Mingli originally wanted to hide on the second floor of the Martial Arts Hall but was caught on the spot by Wang Erbao, who heard Chu Feng's furious roar.
After a severe beating, he brought him to Chu Feng to make amends.
Listening to Wang Erbao's rambling, Chu Feng's face revealed a faint smile and he gently placed Zhang Mingli on the ground.
Zhang Mingli continued to plead, "I was just too scared, I just wanted to survive… ow!"
Suddenly, a fist ferociously smashed into his side face, forcing the rest of his words back in.
A yellowish tooth flew out of his mouth!
Chu Feng's forehead veins bulged as punch after punch landed continuously on Zhang Mingli's face.
He clenched his teeth and uttered each word with a pause, squeezing out the words through gritted teeth:
"What the hell were you running for! If we had teamed up, that bastard could have been killed! How dare you shift the blame to me, you wretch!
"Don't you know my nickname! I'm about to reinforce that memory for you!"
With each word, a punch landed, specks of blood splattering onto his face.
Chu Feng, in his two lifetimes combined, had never suffered such indignities!
If Zhang Mingli had stayed and fought together, they could have easily dealt with that Changmo.
Who would have guessed this damned creature would just walk away, not caring about his life at all!
Furious, if it hadn't been for the cheat, he might really have been held up by that fully matured Spirit-level Changmo.
If other Changmo had arrived at that time, he would have been thoroughly at a disadvantage, making it difficult to even escape.
Selfish asshole, deserved a beating!
...
Wang Erbao, watching Chu Feng in his frenzied state, shivered.
Inside his heart, he exclaimed, 'Every time I see him go berserk, I think how truly ruthless he is; the name Chu Crazy is well deserved!'
However, he also felt that Chu Feng seemed even more fierce than before, guessing perhaps it was the impact of the family tragedy.
In fact, much of Chu Feng's fierce energy now stemmed from experiences in his previous childhood.
Having grown up an orphan, he naturally carried a tenacious and ruthless edge in his actions.
Entering society later, he was somewhat restrained by the rules of the game, but once roused, his old habits surged back.
After all, in the fierce competition of the orphanage, if you wanted to live a little better, you had to have a bit of a crazy streak.
Moreover, Zhang Mingli's selfish act almost dragged Chu Feng down with him, so his fury was understandable.
Watching Zhang Mingli's screams getting softer, Wang Erbao quickly stepped forward and pulled Chu Feng away:
"That's enough, that's almost too much. Any more and you'll kill him!"
Chu Feng exhaled a breath of foul air, feeling refreshed throughout his body.
He suddenly pulled out his sword, and to Wang Erbao's horror, he slashed out!
"Swoosh!"
"Damn, do you have to be that brutal? Finish pointing at the ground before you kill someone?!"
Wang Erbao jumped back several steps, warily watching Chu Feng to prevent him from silencing witnesses.
With a single stroke, it turned Out that the rope in Zhang Mingli's hands had been cut.
Chu Feng coldly said to the bloodied Zhang Mingli at his feet:
"I didn't strike to kill, stop playing dead. Find a mouse hole to crawl into and scram!"
Zhang Mingli groaned, but realized he was indeed free.
He was completely terrified, having truly thought that Chu Feng was drawing his sword to end his life!
Upon hearing the words that spared his life, he didn't care about the injuries on his face and scrambled away in a roll.
…
Chu Feng put away his sword and wiped the blood off his face, then Wang Erbao approached and asked:
"What's your plan next?"
Chu Feng thought for a moment and said, "I plan… to wander around the school and save those idiots who have forgotten their martial techniques.
"You just stick with your brother-in-law, it will be merit beyond measure. You're not scared, are you, little brother?"
His eyes shone subtly: 'With the Attribute Panel in hand, isn't the campus now ripe with Attribute Points?
'How can I not take this opportunity to pick up more and develop well!
'Luckily, I have a willing and helpful accomplice right next to me, a hot-blooded youth who can be motivated with just a bit of provocation…'
In his memory, Wang Erbao never acknowledged his title as a martial arts prodigy, insisting on calling himself a martial arts genius, always trying to outdo him.
But the chubby guy was indeed one of the best martial arts practitioners in Ninghe No.1 Middle School.
Wang Erbao became furious upon hearing this:
"Scared my ass! Let's go, let's set off immediately. If you dare not go, I'll beat you to death!
"Also, if you call yourself my brother-in-law again, I'll beat you to death too!"
…
…
Almost three hours later, Chu Feng and Wang Erbao were squatting at a corner of a wall, peeking at a small square between two school buildings.
Behind them followed three classmates, battered but with determined eyes and clutching their weapons.
These three were the results of Chu Feng and Wang Erbao's journey of exorcising demons and rescuing people.
The two had killed eight Spirit-level Wraith Demons and rescued more than a dozen people, although most were scared out of their wits.
Actually, some of the students had combat strengths not far from Chu Feng's, possessing the ability to fight Spirit-level Wraith Demons.
Spirit Rank represented the lowest level among Demons, equivalent to Martial Apprentices of the Human Race, serving similarly as cannon fodder in battlefields.
However, these greenhouse flowers had only learned about the cruelty of Demons from textbooks; encountering them in person left them panicked.
As a result, they were easily defeated by the Wraith Demons.
Only these three behind them, who were of unyielding talent, had the courage to come forward and lend a hand.
"One, two, three, four, five, and two even bigger ones, dealing with a teacher.
"This fight seems tough…
"Why are you all looking at me like that, with such weird expressions?"
Chu Feng asked with a puzzled face, looking at the ghostly-staring Wang Erbao and the others.
The four looked at each other, and Wang Erbao asked softly:
"Why did all the Bloodskin Monsters you touched on the way here turn into… that? It's so weird!"
"That's not a Bloodskin Monster, it's from the Demon Clan, called a Bloodskin Ghost Demon!"
Chu Feng corrected first, then vaguely added, "I don't know, maybe, it's a special talent?"
"Are you a fucking Demon yourself, calling that a 'talent'?!"
Wang Erbao shrugged, and seeing that Chu Feng was unwilling to explain, he whispered, "What's our next move?"