He didn’t notice the change in Marshal Wen’s footwork.
The others were even less likely to notice these details.
But the signs of Marshal Wen’s mindset approaching madness couldn’t escape Su Yue’s eyes.
Combat teaches some intuition, allowing one to predict if the opponent will make a move.
The instant Marshal Wen’s toes shifted, Su Yue judged he was about to ambush Liao Ji, before Marshal Wen had even drawn his blade.
Dai Yuegui looked at Su Yue with astonishment.
This kid’s speed just now was so fast, and even though he was the farthest from Liao Ji, he was the first to rescue him.
The only explanation... Su Yue had already judged that Marshal Wen was about to strike.
A year of a combat career was not wasted after all.
This combat instinct is even more precious than Qi Blood.
Dai Yuegui felt even more gratified.
"Who are you, an instructor for graduates?"
"Attacking a student from behind, do you have no shame!"
Marshal Wen crawled up, covering his face and roaring.
That slap from Su Yue was merciless, Marshal Wen’s right cheek was swollen, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.
Although Su Yue looked young, his strength was definitely not that of a student, so he assumed he was an instructor.
"Weren’t you always wanting to challenge Su Yue?"
"I am he, I can play with you!"
Su Yue’s face darkened.
This time, he was truly angry.
Marshal Wen was dumbfounded.
He never imagined Su Yue could be so strong.
In his mind, among the graduates, only Liao Ji was worth looking at.
The reason Liao Ji stepped up this time must be because Su Yue was useless and he wanted to salvage the graduates’ reputation.
Su Yue’s figure flashed, and people merely blinked, only to hear another crisp sound in the air.
Just after getting up, Marshal Wen was slapped away once more.
This time, people even caught a faint smell of blood.
Su Yue slapped hard, showing no mercy.
"I’ve trained in the Potential Class for a year, met many martial artists.
"I’ve heard many stories. There are martial artists who sacrifice their heads and shed their blood for the country without hesitation; there are those who perish on battlefields against foreign tribes; some, even crippled, quietly contribute to the Divine Land. Others, even in poverty, refuse to bleed the nation dry, supplementing themselves instead, surviving by fighting and performing...
"Although I’ve never been on a real battlefield, I know the Divine Land is not at peace, and martial artists should unite to protect their homeland.
"It’s perfectly normal for them to spar and progress together, win some, lose some, and exchange ideas peacefully.
"But you, so young, why do you strike so maliciously... That knife just now, if it had struck down, Liao Ji would be crippled, perhaps even dead.
"He could have disabled you with one move, but he didn’t even strike, even sparing you some dignity, and this is how you repay him?
"If you’re not satisfied, you can train hard and compete with him at a martial arts university next year. But why ambush him from behind?
"He is your senior, a potential future comrade-in-arms; what deep grudge do you have against each other?"
Su Yue’s lips were dry.
In fact, Su Yue was fortunate.
From the start of his training, most martial artists he encountered were of decent character, except Bai Zhao, who was schizophrenic. The others didn’t have harmful intentions, even in combat, everything was contractual, death without regret.
But where there is light, there is shadow.
Some martial artists indeed are like human-shaped weapons, their moral character so vile they barely qualify as human.
Su Yue hadn’t been this angry in a long time.
He wanted to teach this Marshal Wen a good lesson.
"Don’t come any closer, Uncle, save me.
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Marshal Wen had just climbed up and saw Su Yue approaching, terrifying him out of his wits.
This Su Yue was simply a demon.
He couldn’t even see how Su Yue was striking.
Two slaps, and Marshal Wen’s face was swollen, his entire face slightly deformed.
"Dai Yuegui, make your people stand down."
The new Chief Instructor said.
"Let the students resolve their own affairs. Su Yue won’t kill."
Dai Yuegui’s face darkened.
He was also angry, but as an instructor, it wasn’t appropriate for him to lay hands on Marshal Wen.
Su Yue was a student, and his disciplining was reasonable.
And besides, this Marshal Wen was indeed excessively cruel.
At such a young age, to make lethal attempts on a classmate, if not disciplined now, who knows what he’ll turn into in the future.
"Su Yue, student, Marshal Wen has made a mistake, the Potential Class will educate him, please stop!"
Wu Yongchang directly ran in front of Marshal Wen, blocking Su Yue.
He couldn’t let him hit anymore.
Although Marshal Wen was indeed wrong, his mission was to protect his nephew. If something dire happened from the beating, it would be a disaster.
"I must hit him today!"
Su Yue looked at Wu Yongchang with no expression.
Just a mere second-grade Qi and Blood Martial Artist.
"Su Yue, student, I said, the Potential Class will educate him, please leave, the sparring is over."
Wu Yongchang was also angry.
A student like you dares to talk back to me, a dignified second-grade instructor?
With your strength , Marshal Wen would have to stay in bed for half a month.
"Uncle, break this bastard’s legs.
"My parents and grandfather can’t bear to slap me, what right does he have to hit me... Beat him to death, beat him to death."
Marshal Wen was so furious his breathing became rapid, and he started talking incoherently.
"I said I would slap him, so I will definitely slap him, even if you’re a second-grade, even if you’re the King of the Gods... You won’t stop me."
Su Yue’s words were very calm, even with a certain chill.
This person was the so-called spoiled scion.