The book could not withstand much longer, its pages torn and ragged as if a white flower had bloomed in Song Shi's hand. It barely held any power to inflict harm, but she casually aimed at one of her attackers and swung it towards his face.
In a panic, he crossed his arms in front of his face to block the book, but in doing so, he obscured his vision.
Song Shi leaped toward him, knocking him off the podium. The force of the impact caused the boy to scream in agony as he struggled to sit up. Song Shi's elbow dug firmly into his neck, forcing his head back to the ground.
Having adjusted her strategy, Song Shi decided to focus on one opponent, disregarding the others. The damage was evenly distributed among the five, almost having no effect on their mobility.
Now, she would target just one.
Clenching her right fist, Song Shi brought it crashing down upon his face.
Her blood surged as each blow landed, the man unable to offer any resistance, his nose bleeding profusely. One hand grabbed his neck, while the other fumbled and desperately tried to protect his face, shouting, "Someone help me!"
The other students in the class were frozen in their seats, unable to fathom that this reckless, life-threatening fury was being carried out by Song Shi—the same Song Shi who had once been meek, unable to fight back or speak up!
Wasn't she supposed to be awakened?
Why was she more frantic and reckless than even those who had truly awakened into their violent powers?
As the boy fell to the ground, the remaining four rushed toward her, trying to grab her clothes and pull her off.
But Song Shi refused to let go of her grip on his neck. No matter how hard they pulled, they couldn't free their companion, and every attempt only intensified his suffering.
The boy, now lying on the floor, was beginning to lose consciousness, his arm powerless to defend against her fists, which continued to pound his face.
His features were rapidly unrecognizable, with lumps forming on his forehead. Song Shi's hands, now smeared with blood, were equally mangled—uncertain whether it was his or her own blood.
Despite their best efforts to pry her off, the four attackers began focusing their efforts on her back.
[Progress: Pain Inflicted +1%]
[Progress: Pain Inflicted +1%]
...
Numbers flashed through her mind, but Song Shi paid them no heed. Blood splattered across her face and the pristine front of her shirt, staining her back as well...
The kicking and punching finally ceased, and the four stood frozen, horrified by the scene.
Surrounded by the smell of blood, her vision was tinted red. The pain from her back overwhelmed her senses. She no longer thought of anything but one thing—she would not let go of those who had tormented her!
The boy lying on the ground had gone limp, no longer moving.
Song Shi paused, her hand hesitating as she turned his face to meet hers. Seeing his tightly shut, purple-tinged eyes, her clenched fist slowly relaxed.
She released her grip from his neck, stood up, and turned her gaze to the remaining four.
Blood had splashed into her right eye, mixing with the red of her vision as she glanced at them. The girl whose arm she had twisted earlier instinctively took a step back.
The other three managed to remain composed, but they hesitated, looking toward the back of the classroom for guidance from the boy sitting beside Jin Xianhui.
Song Shi followed their gaze, her eyes locking onto Jin Xianhui.
As soon as Jin Xianhui met her gaze, a chill ran down his spine, his breath catching. He took a step back, inching closer to the boy beside him, as if this would shield him from Song Shi, yet the oppressive, venomous aura emanating from her was impossible to shake.
Without a second thought, Song Shi charged at him.
Realizing the threat, Jin Xianhui tried to dodge, but Song Shi swiftly grabbed a stack of books from a girl's desk and hurled them at him.
Jin Xianhui hesitated, and in that moment, Song Shi flew past him, knocking him to the ground.
Terrified, Jin Xianhui remembered the fate of the last person she had subdued. Desperately, he wrapped his arms around his head and screamed, "Wei Ge! Li Jie! Teacher Chen! Teacher Chen! Please save me!"
Song Shi wrenched one of his hands away, revealing half his face, and without mercy, smashed her fist into him.
"Ah! Brother! Teacher! Teacher!" Jin Xianhui's screams escalated in pitch.
"Song Shi!"
A loud voice from the door interrupted, one that was familiar to Song Shi.
Wasn't that the voice of Teacher Chen, the one who had approved her leave earlier?
Upon hearing the voice, Jin Xianhui clung to it like a lifeline. "Teacher Chen! Help me, she's gone mad! She's gone mad!"
"Song Shi, let him go!"
Teacher Chen had entered the classroom, slamming a book onto the podium as he shouted.
With a growl of frustration, Song Shi delivered one final, brutal punch, then paused, gradually releasing the furious tension in her body as she looked up.
Teacher Chen adjusted his slipping glasses, his eyes widening. He took a step forward, raising his arm as if to stop something.
In that instant, Song Shi's senses dulled, her reflexes slowing. She wondered what was happening with the teacher.
"Bang!"
A sharp pain struck the back of her head. Darkness flooded her vision, and her body collapsed uncontrollably, landing next to Jin Xianhui.
"Ah!"
Song Shi heard the frantic screams of those around her, mingled with Jin Xianhui's own.
Teacher Chen rushed to her side, shouting, "Class monitor! Take her to the infirmary! Now!"
She felt a hot, thick liquid dripping down her face, the stench of blood overpowering.
She heard the scrape of a metal chair against the floor.
Her arms were hoisted by two people, and she was lifted to her feet, though her legs had no strength to support her. They dragged her forward.
Her vision blurred, her consciousness slipping away. She struggled to stay awake, glancing back one last time.
The boy, once seated beside Jin Xianhui, who had been viewed as a savior, was now standing. A sinister grin spread across his face as he looked at her.
Her gaze shifted downward, where his right hand held a chair.
The sharp corner of the chair's backrest was stained with dark, coagulated blood.
Staring at the dark red, sticky blood, Song Shi lost consciousness.
...
News of four students being carried out from Class 2 of Senior Year spread like wildfire across the school.
Though the students on the campus forum of Renxi Middle School continued to speculate and question whether the rumors were true, the students of Class 1 and Class 3, separated only by a wall, had heard everything loud and clear. They were the most active on the forum.
The students of Class 1, those with special abilities, were also discussing the incident.
(End of Chapter)