I am Peerless Mad

Chapter 145 Losing Face by Conceding, Refusing to Apologize

The vast training ground fell into a deathly silence. The freshmen watching, Wang Zhisheng, and even Su Qiang were all stunned.

Only Jiang Wuming remained calm; everything was proceeding as he predicted.

"Bang—"

Then, a dull thud broke the silence of the training ground.

After experiencing the sensation of flight, Wang Zhisheng crashed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. His bones felt as though they were about to scatter, and a sharp pain shot through him.

"My God, Su Qiang has truly mastered the Vajra Fist!"

"In just half an hour, he actually achieved this. It's unbelievable!"

"Facts speak for themselves. Neither Su Qiang nor Teacher Jiang lied—Su Qiang's martial arts talent is indeed astonishing!"

...

The freshmen, hearing the dull thud of Wang Zhisheng's landing and seeing him lying there in a sorry state, snapped out of their shock.

Swish!

Hearing the freshmen's words, Wang Zhisheng's face turned ashen, filled with humiliation!

Yes...

Humiliation!

This was because he had proposed this martial arts challenge with the intention of teaching Su Qiang a harsh lesson.

Furthermore, when Jiang Wuming said Su Qiang had mastered the Vajra Fist, he had been contemptuous, and Su Qiang's words had stirred murderous intent in him, making him want to cripple Su Qiang with a vicious blow.

And now, Jiang Wuming's words had been validated—Su Qiang, with his formidable martial arts talent, had used his newly mastered Vajra Fist to send him flying with a single punch!

To him, this was equivalent to a resounding slap in the face, making him wish he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into!

"Wang Zhisheng, let me reiterate, I did not enter Donghai Martial Arts Academy because of Teacher Wuming pulling strings for me!

On the day of the Donghai Martial Arts Academy's test, my assessment was conducted at the Jiangnan Branch of the Martial Department. Everyone at the Jiangnan Branch, including Minister Yan Jun, can testify to this.

After they informed the admissions teacher of the Donghai Martial Arts Academy of my test results and situation, the admissions teacher agreed to admit me.

Yesterday, you slandered and humiliated me in the dormitory, and only then did I learn that the minimum requirement for Donghai Martial Arts Academy to recruit new students is a Three-Star Martial Artist.

So, I went to ask the admissions teacher this morning. He told me: although I am not a Three-Star Martial Artist, I transformed from an ordinary person into a Two-Star Martial Artist in just one month. This led them to believe my martial arts talent is excellent, so they decided to recruit me through special admission!

If you have any objections to this, you can go ask the admissions teacher!"

After sending Wang Zhisheng flying with a punch, Su Qiang did not press his advantage and continue his attack. Instead, he stood his ground and explained loudly.

"—"

There was no reply. Wang Zhisheng's mouth was clamped shut tightly, like the legs of a virgin.

"As for Wuming Ge serving as a guest lecturer at Donghai Martial Arts Academy, it was indeed Dean Ren who proactively invited him. The day I was admitted, Dean Ren personally called Minister Yan Jun and entrusted him with inviting Wuming Ge to be a guest lecturer at Donghai Martial Arts Academy.

If you have any objections regarding this matter, you can go ask Dean Ren!"

After explaining his situation, Su Qiang brought up the matter of Jiang Wuming being a guest lecturer. Then, he stared angrily at Wang Zhisheng, "Wang Zhisheng, I've said what I needed to say. Whether you believe it or not is your business, and I don't care. But next, you must apologize to Wuming Ge and me!"

"Why should I apologize?"

Wang Zhisheng, enduring the pain in his body, stood up and glared venomously at Su Qiang.

"You can choose not to apologize, and I can choose not to show you mercy!"

Su Qiang said in a deep voice.

For him, the reason he dueled with Wang Zhisheng was entirely because Wang Zhisheng had disrespected Jiang Wuming.

Therefore, after sending Wang Zhisheng flying with a punch, he hadn't pursued the advantage but instead wanted Wang Zhisheng to apologize to Jiang Wuming in front of everyone.

Now, Wang Zhisheng's refusal to apologize angered him greatly, and he decided to beat Wang Zhisheng soundly.

Swish!

As soon as the words fell, Su Qiang did not hesitate. His feet flickered, his body blurred, and he charged at Wang Zhisheng again.

"I concede. The martial arts challenge is over."

However, before Su Qiang could reach Wang Zhisheng, Wang Zhisheng spoke with a dark expression.

"Uh..."

Hearing Wang Zhisheng's words, the watching freshmen looked dazed.

Martial artists valued courage.

"The wrath of a common man spills blood five steps."

This was one of the most fitting descriptions of a martial artist.

For a martial artist, the heart must possess a desire to become stronger.

A very small number of martial arts geniuses even held the conviction of being invincible among their peers or generation!

This was the will of martial arts!

Only with this powerful will of martial arts could a martial artist go further on the path of martial arts and achieve greater accomplishments in the future.

Because of all this, very few people would actively concede in a martial arts challenge; instead, they would fight with all their might until they could no longer fight due to injury.

And now, at the beginning of the martial arts challenge, Wang Zhisheng, merely being at a disadvantage, had cast aside his martial artist's pride, dignity, and courage, and openly conceded!

How could this not surprise them?

Moreover, Wang Zhisheng was a Three-Star Martial Artist, while Su Qiang was only a Two-Star Martial Artist?!

Not only them, but even Jiang Wuming and Su Qiang were a bit taken aback.

Among them, Su Qiang forcefully stopped his advance, looking at Wang Zhisheng in disbelief, "You... What did you say?"

"According to the regulations of Donghai Martial Arts Academy, in any martial arts spar or challenge, it automatically terminates as long as one party chooses to concede."

Wang Zhisheng said venomously.

Through the brief exchange just now, he knew he couldn't defeat Su Qiang. If he continued fighting, he would likely be beaten soundly by Su Qiang, exacerbating his injuries!

That was not something he wished to see!

Between losing face and getting injured, he chose the former!

"Wang Zhisheng, you are truly a coward!"

Su Qiang cursed furiously.

All along, he had detested people like Wang Zhisheng the most—lacking spirit, only knowing how to bluster and scheme, a typical petty man's conduct.

"Heh heh..."

Wang Zhisheng smiled sinisterly and then walked directly off the training ground.

Although he had chosen to concede to ensure he wouldn't get injured further, it didn't mean he didn't care about his reputation at all.

He knew that if he stayed, he would only be gawked at like a monkey.

Seeing Wang Zhisheng leave, and recalling his previous bluster, Su Qiang gritted his teeth in hatred, clenching his fists, but he was helpless.

Wang Zhisheng had already conceded, and the match was over. He could no longer teach Wang Zhisheng a lesson, nor could he force Wang Zhisheng to apologize.

"Su Qiang, return to your formation."

Just then, Jiang Wuming also spoke. He did not stop Wang Zhisheng from leaving, but instead said to him.

"Yes, Teacher Wuming!"

Su Qiang relaxed his fists and returned to the team.

"Class, if you have any questions during your practice of the Vajra Fist, you can ask them now, and I will answer them one by one."

After Su Qiang returned to the freshman team, Jiang Wuming spoke again.

"Teacher Jiang, when I punch, I always feel like the way I'm generating force is wrong. What's going on?"

"Teacher Jiang, how can I make my internal energy and blood fully integrate, and concentrate my internal energy and physical strength into a single punch?"

...

As Jiang Wuming began to speak, the freshmen snapped out of their shock from the previous match and eagerly asked Jiang Wuming.

Jiang Wuming began to answer them one by one.

Meanwhile, after walking some distance away, Wang Zhisheng suddenly stopped, turned his head, and stared venomously at Su Qiang: "Scum, this isn't over!"