Million Times Talent

Chapter 109: Ragging

"So, the Skyscraping Alliance is intentionally targeting me?" Chu Feng's tone was icy.

It seemed that Jia Yuewen, not becoming the provincial champion, was now retaliating by asserting his dominance and showing his strength.

"Feng Ge, let's hide quickly!" Li Yichen anxiously suggested.

"Why hide? I want to see the power of the Skyscraping Alliance!" Chu Feng remained unfazed and moved forward rapidly.

Li Yichen and Yuwen Kai wore helpless expressions and had no choice but to follow suit.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a dull sound, a figure was sent flying for dozens of meters, crashing heavily into a flower bed.

"Haha, is this the seventh-ranked Lei Dongming in Jiangnan Province this year? He's weak; he can't even withstand three moves!" A man with a sturdy build, arrogant in his demeanor, said with disdain, his eyes full of contempt.

Several others stood beside him, their gazes sharp, and their auras powerful. They were evidently experts.

"The seventh rank means nothing. In front of Brother Xiong, even a dragon would have to coil itself!"

"Exactly! This kid actually doesn't want to hand over points? This is forcing Brother Xiong to teach him a lesson!"

"Kid, hand over the points!" A man in the Shengwu Institute's uniform walked forward.

At the Jiangning Shengwu Institute, to encourage competition and stimulate the martial arts enthusiasm of students, senior students were allowed to snatch points from new students during the registration phase.

This had become a unique scene at the beginning of each school year at the Shengwu Institute.

The new students around, all showed expressions of fear. The strength of the senior students was too formidable.

Even the top-ranked young talents from the province couldn't resist more than a few moves; the gap was simply too significant.

Xiong Ge, looking around at the gathering new students, raised his head high and said like a booming bell, "All newcomers must pay respects to their senior brothers by offering points. This is the glorious tradition of our Shengwu Institute."

He pointed to the young man lying in the flower bed, battered and bruised, and arrogantly continued, "If you don't hand over the points, this Pengcheng Provincial Champion, ranked seventh in the province, will be your role model!"

"Coming to the Jiangning Shengwu Institute, who among you isn't a genius from various base cities? But once you're here, whether you're a dragon or a tiger, you must coil and lie down in front of me."

"Saying it bluntly, right now, you are just ordinary warriors. Surface glamour aside, without combat power, you're not even as good as dogs!"

Xiong Ge looked arrogantly at the crowd, his expression full of disdain, not placing any new student in his eyes. He exuded the pleasure of a strong tormenting the weak.

This man was one of the strong members of the Skyscraping Alliance, named Xiong Guang.

"At the Shengwu Institute, the strong are respected! Everything must be earned through strength. Without strength, you can only be a pitiful creature!"

"This is the first lesson your respected senior brothers are giving you as new students. Are you satisfied?" Xiong Guang arrogantly declared.

His words were as sharp as blades, piercing into the hearts of the new students.

Each person's face turned pale, lowering their heads, afraid to speak.

At this moment, Chu Feng and the two ahead also walked over.

Among the two in the front, one had a handsome face, a slender figure, and wore exquisite clothes. He looked like a noble young gentleman with an extraordinary status.

However, his aura was deep, and his body seemed like a moving blood furnace.

After scanning the entire scene, he sneered with a cold expression, "Satisfied? In Suzhou, I, Muyan Ji, would like to see if your strength matches your words."