Ding Maoxiong called for two students to carry Zhao Jun away, then stood up and pushed his glasses up his nose. Xiang Ning could tell that this teacher, who had been holding his anger back, was about to play his card. 

“I’ve learned my lesson today. Since Xiang Ning says it’s true combat, Xiong Yuan, it’s your turn!” Ding Maoxiong’s glare was brutal. He was the head teacher of a school, how could he be told what to do by a teenager of barely sixteen? 

“Yes, Head Teacher Ding.” A muscular teenager a foot taller than Xiang Ning walked out, looking intimidating. In his hand was a dagger that glinted coldly. 

“Xiong Yuan of Third School, tier two, one-star martial artist. Please!” 

Fang Rou looked...