Chapter 2: Unbeatable, Only Outwitted

What the hell! You should find out who we are!

Although they appear fierce and intimidating, their feet are quietly retreating—this person cannot be confronted with force, only through cunning can they be outsmarted

The old student was suddenly sent flying backward, his buttocks falling in a flat, sand-drifting style. After landing on the ground, he surprisingly curled up into a ball, rolling backward for several circles. Finally, he lay on the ground, retching and vomiting, expelling his snot, tears, and last night's meal.

Pan Xiaoxian turned around in silence, having regained his previous calmness. He appeared weary, with his head lowered, and the long hair in front of him fell down to obscure his brows and eyes. Among the disheveled strands, a pair of dark red eyes could be faintly seen, exuding a hollow, indifferent, and ruthless gaze. His pale complexion, combined with his sharply defined handsome features, possessed a vampiric and otherworldly beauty.

Moments later, the bloodshot veins in Pan Xiaoxian's eyes gradually faded, his breathing became more even, and his hand slowly relaxed.

Pan Xiaoxian seemed oblivious to their verbal sparring, maintaining a posture with one hand gripping the neck of the short and stout figure. His eyes flickered with a bloodthirsty light, breathing heavily like an ox, exuding a palpable aura of terror, yet he never severed the neck of the short and stout figure.

With so many of us seniors surrounding you, as a freshman, wouldn't it be better for you to just let us give you a good beating?

Sigh... The companions all let out a long sigh, the freshmen this year are too terrifying, it seems this business cannot be done anymore

So now you know fear, right

Teacher: "Get out!"

Are you still hoping to get by in school?

After all, surrounded by classmates and friends, he, with his short stature, still wanted to show that he was not easily subdued. However, when he met Pan Xiaoxian's gaze, those blood-red eyes instantly rendered him powerless, making his hands and feet unresponsive—Emma, how terrifying!

The short and stout figure felt as if it had been heavily slammed against the wall by a charging rhinoceros. Not to mention the chest heaving with blood and energy from the impact on the back, but the blow to the back of the head truly left him dazed and disoriented. In that moment, the short and stout figure felt as if his entire being had been hollowed out

I feel so tired.

Why are you not following the usual approach

Do not let me see you in school again

The hard-won courage instantly crumbled, and the other companions simultaneously took a step back, entering into a mode of verbal sparring

His collar was torn open by his short stature, revealing dark blue-black vascular patterns that resembled totemic tattoos, extending from his collarbone all the way up to his neck. This, combined with the cold, unapproachable aura he exuded, made the students instinctively avoid his path as he moved forward

Pan Xiaoxian is an honest and good child; he speaks this way, thinks this way, and acts this way

Let him go! Otherwise, you will be doomed

Pan Xiaoxian was very afraid, and he did not know what was wrong with him. The bulging veins on his short and stocky neck surprisingly drew him in with an overwhelming allure. He even found himself thinking that the fresh blood must be fragrant and delicious, and he was almost driven by desire to bite into the neck of the short and stocky figure.

In an instant, there was complete silence.

Anger can cause one to lose their reason, yet just now his anger erupted with a strong desire for bloodshed... If it were not for Pan Xiaoxian recalling the sage Confucius of the Confucian school, remembering the loyal patriot Yue Fei, thinking of the legendary martial artist Wong Fei-hung, and recalling the Kung Fu Panda whose blood runs with noodles...

I did not provoke you, yet you not only pushed me down but also insulted and threatened me, and now you are grabbing my collar and trying to hit me

Pan Xiaoxian dragged her heavy steps, each footfall echoing the solitude, as if she were an injured wolf stumbling alone through the wilderness under the night sky

Everyone looked at the unfortunate soul who had spoken the last sentence as if they were staring at a corpse, and that unfortunate soul turned pale—how could you be like this! Selling out a teammate to such an extent is truly remarkable!

It was quite noisy, but now it has quieted down... Pan Xiaoxian turned around and continued to walk forward step by step, each heavy step seeming to leave a footprint on the concrete path, the sound of footsteps echoing like drums in everyone's heart

Raising his pale face, the short and stocky figure gazed in terror at the solitary silhouette ahead, feeling as if he had just wandered through the gates of hell.

Pan Xiaoxian has never been one to suffer losses. At the age of 10, he was knocked down and bitten by a Tibetan mastiff from a wealthy family, but he managed to gouge out one of the mastiff's eyes before anyone could come to his rescue

Is it now the case that even bullying a freshman can trigger hell mode?

Pop!

If you dare to touch even a hair on him, we will find someone to kill you tomorrow

Pan Xiaoxian gripped his neck, his breath hissing like an old bellows, the dark blue veins on his pale forehead bulging one by one. In his blood-red eyes, surrounded by thick dark circles, there was a beast-like bloodthirsty desire, and as he opened his mouth, a set of white, chilling teeth was revealed, as if ready to devour someone.

Pan Xiaoxian raised her hand: "Teacher, I know, just hit him, scold him, deceive him, trick him, play with him, step on him, bully him for a few years and then see what happens to him."

You wait for me!

That gaze is absolutely arrogant and domineering! Absolutely cold-blooded and ruthless!

Two fists cannot compete with four hands, right? It is not shameful, is it?

Wall slam

Under the fervent gaze of the onlookers, a few friends exchanged a knowing glance: Now is the time! Hit him!

His short stature slid down the wall and fell to the ground, kneeling there and coughing violently, as if a fish out of water desperately gasping for breath, tears flowing uncontrollably.

Although he was bitten by the Tibetan mastiff and his body was severely scratched and bleeding, after a month of recuperation, he was full of vigor again. The Tibetan mastiff, however, became a one-eyed dog, and from then on, whenever he saw that Tibetan mastiff, he would walk around it.

Just at that moment, Pan Xiaoxian suddenly halted her heavy footsteps, slowly turned her head to take a glance, her dark red eyes, filled with aggression, swept across the faces of several companions, much like a lion surveying its territory

Puff—

For the tribe! A few companions rushed forward, but Pan Xiaoxian, who had just been standing still, suddenly moved. He let out a low growl from his throat and swung his arm fiercely, as if it had transformed into an iron rod, striking the belly of the senior student who was charging at the front.

Call

Stop him! Hit him! The frustrated senior, feeling exasperated, pounded the ground and exclaimed: How can you just watch him leave like this?

The invincible friends of banter boast triumphantly, viewing Pan Xiaoxian's departure as a sign of weak concession. Some even contemplate whether to rush up and throw a couple of punches at Pan Xiaoxian, who is now so frightened that she has run away; surely she wouldn't dare to fight back now

If it weren't for my slow reaction, I would have already knocked your teeth out all over the ground

Don't run away if you have the guts!

Otherwise? The companions looked at him as if they were watching a fool 13.

Pan Xiaoxian resembled an enraged lion, his originally red eyes quickly becoming bloodshot, with intertwining veins making his gaze appear blood-red. It was as if an instinctive impulse of brutality, madness, and bloodlust compelled him to pounce fiercely at the opponent

Pan Xiaoxian, however, did not proceed further after pinning him against the wall by his neck. At this moment, within Pan Xiaoxian's heart, reason was fiercely contending with the desires of this wretched being, causing him to remain in a daze, as if a robot awaiting the next command.

"... How dare you retaliate?" The short-statured companions were all stunned by Pan Xiaoxian's sudden outburst, but once they regained their composure, they were filled with anger

Pan Xiaoxian was not in the mood to pay attention to what was happening behind him; his mind was entirely occupied with the moment of mental breakdown he had just experienced.

Pan Xiaoxian instantly entered a frenzied state. Prior to this, he had been very stiff, moving slowly and reacting sluggishly, as if he were a rusty robot in need of oil. However, in this frenzied state, it was as if he had unleashed the primal power within him

During middle school, the teacher guided the children in studying classical literature: "Han Shan asked, if there are people in the world who slander me, deceive me, insult me, ridicule me, belittle me, despise me, hate me, and cheat me, how should I deal with it?"

When Pan Xiaoxian realized that he had been bullied, he was instantly filled with rage. A surge of violent, frenzied, and bloodthirsty emotions, hidden deep within his veins, swept away his rationality like a raging tide. From this day forward, he feared his own madness.

On the neck, which was thicker than the face and had a short stature, there was a deep ring of bruised fingerprints, as if it were a mark left by a demon

The short stature stood frozen in place, as if a rabbit caught under the paw of a lion had resigned itself to its fate and given up the struggle

This Pan Luer has gripped the neck of the short and stout figure and has not moved. Could it be that he acted impulsively just now and is now frightened after regaining his senses

If you have the ability, come here! The friends exchanged knowing glances of disdain towards him, and someone couldn't help but retort: "He walks slowly, you can still catch up to him now!"

We are neither afraid of him nor unable to defeat him; it is simply that we are all cultured university students, and a gentleman speaks rather than resorts to violence

My legs are numb! There is a turning point!

Well, he actually did not think of anyone at that time; he was only restrained from that madness, brutality, and bloodthirsty desire by the moral values he had formed since childhood

But now that you are resisting so fiercely and clearly appear to be difficult to bully, what are we, this rabble, supposed to do

Do you want me dead! The old student, who was about to vomit, was immediately choked by his words, glaring at him with resentment: From today onwards, I will sever all ties with you!

"What the hell is wrong with your neck!" His companions rushed over to help him, but they pointed at his neck in disbelief.

The old student, who had been beaten to the point of vomiting, finally could not bring anything up. Holding his stomach and with a waxy complexion, he shouted at his companions: "Are you just going to watch him leave like this?"

His cold and powerful hand tightly gripped the neck of the short and stout figure, as if he were holding a chick, forcefully pressing the person against the wall