Chapter 42: Spatial Rupture (Part 1)

  Zhou Weiqing beat those five bald men out, but he didn't stop there. Instead, he followed them out. Those who had previously been indignant or silent, including the horse group and several people from the same dormitory, couldn't help but follow him out.

  The five bald men were not lightly injured, especially the one who was hit by Zhou Weiqing's punch. At this time, all of their faces showed a look of horror. They asked themselves that they were not weak in strength, and some of them even had power amplification in their body, but when Zhou Weiqing launched his attack, they didn't have any ability to resist at all.

  Wu Wei Qing shouted loudly: "All the new students of Pingmin, come out. Everyone come and take a look, this is our senior, come to collect protection fees. Who was collected by them just now, come and get your money back."

  Three Pearl Light Head jumped up from the ground, the spot where he was hit by Zhou Weiqing's fist earlier still numb, looked at Zhou Weiqing with a mixture of shock and anger, saying: "You little brat, do you want to die? We won't let you off."

  Wu Wei Qing smiled slightly and said, "I didn't plan on letting you off either! You're all Body Refining Masters, come on, condense your forms and let me see the skills of each of you. Hmm, you can't have never used a Condensing Scroll before? How is it that not one of you has condensed your form? Or are you all afraid of me?"

  In just a short while, many people from both the new student dormitory and the old student dormitory had already come out to watch the commotion. As soon as they saw those five bald heads, not a few people's eyes revealed an angry expression, and it wasn't just the new students, but also the older students.

  "Ah, I see more people have arrived," Zhou Weiqing said loudly. "I believe most of you know these five guys. They just told me that among our civilian students, there's a rule where each dormitory has to pay them 100 gold coins every month as protection fees. I don't know if you're willing to pay or not, but I'm definitely not going to. Baldy, remember my name - Zhou Weiqing. From today on, your rules are abolished. Scram!"

  As soon as Zhou Weiqing finished speaking, the new students erupted into cheers and applause, but strangely, the senior students were silent as if frozen in place. They looked at Zhou Weiqing with a gaze that was almost sorrowful.

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  Three Jewels Glittering coldly looked at Zhou Weiqing, "Kid, I admit you're very strong. Every year's new students will have a few thorns in their sides, but you'll regret it."

  Zhou Weiqing burst out laughing, "I don't know if I'll regret it later, but what I do know is that if you guys don't scram right now, you'll definitely regret it."

  "Hey, kid, don't be so arrogant." Just then, a somewhat low and solemn voice came from the direction of the male student's dormitory elder. Upon hearing this voice, the five bald men immediately showed joyful expressions. The elder's side instantly parted like a path, and everyone was extremely intimidated, with a hint of reverence in their faces.

  A male student wearing a Pingming Academy uniform walked over slowly, this person looked to be around 1.8 meters tall, also bald, with unusually broad shoulders, and although he was walking slowly, his body emitted an invisible oppressive force. The most striking thing was that there was a long scar on the right side of his face.

  From this person, Zhou Weiqing distinctly felt a hint of danger, but the smile on his face didn't change in the slightest.

  "Brother Wang." The five bald men respectfully called out in unison, and then quickly dodged behind him as if they had just seen a savior.

  Scarface looked at Zhou Weiqing, his eyes gleaming like sharp blades. His voice even carried a metallic ring to it. "I'm Zang Lang. Are you the one who wants to abolish my protection fee rules?"

  Zhou Weiqing smiled and said: "I don't care how you mess around, as long as it doesn't affect me."

  Zang Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded and said: "Very good. Damaging public property requires compensation, follow me." As he spoke, he walked out from beside Zhou Weiqing.

  The old students looked at Zhou Weiqing with eyes as if they were looking at a dead man, while the new students had faces full of hope. Zhou Weiqing laughed and patted his chest, saying: "Don't worry, don't worry, everyone go ahead. You can rest assured that even if I beat him to death, I won't collect protection fees from you like he did."

  As he spoke, Zhou Weiqing had already walked out, and among the new students in his dormitory, Kou Rui was the first to follow him. Ma Qun hesitated for a moment before following suit, while the others looked at each other in dismay before quietly returning to their dormitory.

  Zhou Weiqing walked out of the dormitory building with his hands in his pockets, swaggering as he went. Zhang Lang and his five bald-headed followers walked ahead of him, passing by the main teaching building until they reached a deserted area on the side of the college square before stopping.

  Zong Lang stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at Zhou Weiqing with a rogue-like expression. He said coldly, "If you win against me, you can set the rules for the civilian dormitory district. If you lose, you'll listen to me."

  Wu Wei Qing burst out laughing, "You're not having a fever, are you? I'm not here to make a bet with you, what makes you think that if I win, I'll want to control you?"

  "What do you want to do then?"

  Wu Qing's smile suddenly froze, a red glow flashed in the bottom of his eyes and disappeared. "I just want to beat you until your mother doesn't recognize you." As he spoke, his left foot suddenly kicked off the ground, his body flashing towards Zang Lang like lightning, one foot kicking straight out.

  Zang Lang's pupils contracted, and he lifted one foot, facing Zhou Weiqing's right leg head-on.

  In the midst of a deafening crash, Zhou Weiqing landed, but Zongwang's body flew out tens of meters, and during the process of sliding through the air, his body suddenly twisted strangely, resolving most of the impact force. With a turn of his body, he floated gently to the ground. However, after landing, he took three steps back before stabilizing his stance.

  The dozens of civilian students who had come to watch were suddenly filled with exclamations of shock, and the calm expression on Zang Lang's face could no longer be maintained. His gaze at Zhou Weiqing even revealed a hint of horror.

  The horse herd nearby twitched its belly again, as if recalling the pain of being kicked out by Zhou Weiqing that day.

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  Zhou Weiqing did not pursue, looking at Zong Lang with disdain, he snorted, "A Coordinating Master of the Tian Zhu, a superior Tian Shi cultivation. Use your Intention Pearl for cultivation, otherwise, you have no chance."

  On Zang Lang's right wrist, three pure red jade beads shone brightly. His heavenly power was even higher than Zhou Weiqing's, but when competing with Zhou Weiqing's pure strength in a head-on collision, how could he possibly gain the upper hand? At this moment, his right leg had already gone numb, and this was still the result of relying on clever coordination to unload as much force as possible. Zhou Weiqing's power had never been at a disadvantage even against mid-tier Heavenly Throne cultivators like Ming Hua, let alone Zang Lang's evil magic right leg in front of him.

  The moment Zhou Weiqing's voice fell, Zang Lang suddenly took a deep breath, his left hand lifted, and a fierce red light burst forth with scorching heat, his left hand pointing at Zhou Weiqing as five human-head-sized fireballs shot towards him.

  This skill was all too familiar to Zhou Weiqing, as it was the same Explosive Fireball that had nearly killed him when he first met Difuya. Of course, the one that Zongwang was using now was of a higher level, at least three beads, and its power was much greater. At the same time, Zongwang was already charging towards Zhou Weiqing's direction, with a bead of light flashing in his right hand, condensing into a narrow dagger. His entire person gave off an unpredictable feeling, closely following the five fireballs as they charged forward.

  In the battle against Yu Zhu Shi, strength couldn't decide everything. After trying with his own strength which was far inferior to Zhou Weiqing's, Zong Wang's power had fully burst out.

  Bursting Fireball is only a two-star skill in the appraisal of skills, and it's the most common choice for fire-type Izzet League and Tianzhu masters. But never underestimate any skill, especially Tianzhu master skills. This Bursting Fireball used by Zang Lang is absolutely worlds apart from the one used by Emperor Tifa back then, not only in quantity but also in power, with a huge difference.

  To the astonishment of all the civilian students watching, Zhou Weiqing stood there without moving an inch, the disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth showing no signs of disappearing. Just as the five explosive fireballs were about to hit him, his left hand finally moved.

  A mysterious arc was drawn from Zhou Weiqing's left hand, a piercing tearing sound rang out, and in front of Zhou Weiqing, a three-foot-long black mark appeared in mid-air as his left hand moved. It seemed that at this moment, space was torn apart. Within a few meters around him, the air twisted violently.

  A powerful suction force suddenly released from the black crack, and the five explosive fireballs that were charging towards Zhou Weiqing almost instantly turned around and disappeared into the black crack.

  What... what kind of skill is this? Don't even mention having seen it, for the ordinary students around them, they hadn't even heard of it. One by one, their eyes went dull.

  The one who felt the deepest was Zang Lang himself. At this moment, his body had already closely followed those five explosive fireballs and rushed to Zhou Weiqing's side, but the sudden distortion in the air and the powerful suction force of the three-foot-long black crack that burst open made him stop abruptly. He could only control his own body with all his might to prevent himself from being sucked over.

  That's right, the skill that Zhou Weiqing had just used was indeed the spatial skill he had imprinted from the Silver Emperor Heaven Devourer, Spatial Rend. The effects of Spatial Rend varied depending on the user's cultivation level. If Zhou Weiqing were a single-jewel cultivator, then when using Spatial Rend, he could only rend a one-foot length of air, simultaneously producing an effect that lasted for one second. However, as a three-jewel cultivator, his effects were now a three-foot long spatial rend and maintained for three seconds. This wasn't just a simple tripling of the effect; its power had increased by several orders of magnitude —

  My daughter still has a fever, always over 38 degrees, which makes me very worried. However, today I will still follow the plan of three updates, first with 3,000 words, and then around 5 pm there will be two more updates with about 5,000 words each. Let everyone enjoy it. Book friends have been supporting me strongly recently, thank you all.