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In less than a moment, Weng Zixuan's hair was already disheveled. His hair, which was already in disarray, became even more disheveled.

The messy bangs covered half of his face, and through the gaps of his hair, his gaze emitted a faint color of blood, yet also revealed a kind of tenacious and unyielding patience.

At this moment, Weng Zixuan's clothes were in tatters and he had been whipped hundreds of times by the tree branches.

It was clearly a light branch, but for some reason, when it landed on Weng Zixuan, it caused his clothes to tear.

That pain was even more peculiar. It was a pain that could seep from the skin to the bones and tendons, and it was unbearable.

However, other than a few "hums" in front of his throat, Weng Zixuan had to endure it all.

Weng Zixuan clenched his teeth and stubbornly held on.

In fact, Weng Zixuan already had a feeling that he couldn't hold on much longer.

When the light branch landed on his body, it was unbearable. Other than the piercing pain, every time the branch fell, it would cause his body to soften. The Essence in his body would stagnate for a short period of time before his entire body would become weak.

However, Weng Zixuan gritted his teeth and persisted. He was the only man out of the five students, and was also the oldest out of the five students.

Although Weng Zixuan knew in his heart that he couldn't compare to his four juniors, he didn't really dare to treat Meng Wenjia, Jin Jiawen, and the others as his junior. He knew that he didn't even have the qualifications to do so.

However, when it came to getting beaten up, Weng Zixuan stubbornly hoped that he could persevere for a while longer. At the very least, he was still a university dean.

"Crack …"

Once again, the branch fell down and a burning pain came from Weng Zixuan's left calf. Weng Zixuan's body softened and his leg went limp. Finally, he collapsed onto the ground.

"Why? Can it be that you can't hold on for much longer!"

Du Shaomu glanced at Weng Zixuan, who was lying limp on the ground, then pulled the branch out of his hand.

"Crack!"

"Can you still stand up?"

"Crack!"

"Too weak, he can't even stand up?"

"Crack!"

The branches on Weng Zixuan's back, shoulders, and waist whipped him a few more times.

The pain was unbearable. Weng Zixuan tried to stand up several times, but he really couldn't.

"Do you really want to become a piece of trash? Can't you hold on any longer?"

Du Shaomu's gaze was calm and indifferent, the branch in his hand struck the back of Weng Zixuan's neck again.

"Crack!"

The pain was intense. Weng Zixuan gritted his teeth and his lower lip was covered in blood. He groaned and his face was twisted. This kind of pain was hard for ordinary people to bear.

However, Weng Zixuan was unable to stand up even though he endured the pain.

"Enough, bully someone who hasn't even stepped into the Martial Master Stage, what kind of ability do you have?"

A delicate voice rang out. The one who spoke was Meng Wenjia.

Looking at Weng Zixuan's twisted face, it wasn't hard for everyone to know that he was in great pain.

But now that Weng Zixuan had fallen to the ground and Du Shaomu was still so indifferent, he was unwilling to let it go. This made Meng Wenjia unable to stand up any longer.

To bully a weak person, what kind of ability was this? I'm afraid this kind of person really doesn't have the qualifications to become a teacher with World College.

At that moment, Meng Wenjia's eyes, which were as bright as stars, were filled with anger.

Du Shaomu stopped his attack, his gaze landing on Meng Wenjia who had just opened her mouth. Amidst his indifferent expression, his black eyes remained calm as he said: "Very good, it seems like you think that you are stronger than him. Alright, you can take the second one."

"Although we are your students, we are not here for you to slaughter us."

Meng Wenjia bit her red lips as she stared at Du Shaomu and said.

Jin Jiawen, Tang Qian, and Lee Yao didn't dare to say anything. They immediately went to Weng Zixuan's side and helped him up. They even took out some Gold Sore Medicine and wanted to apply it on him.

However, when they arrived at Weng Zixuan's side, Jin Jiawen, Tang Qian, and Lee Yao were surprised to discover that they thought Weng Zixuan's ragged clothes with a hideous face must have injured him severely.

However, when they got closer, they realized that although Weng Zixuan's clothes were torn, other than some faint bruises on his body, his skin was perfectly fine.

He could not even see a trace of blood, and he could not help but feel that it was strange.

Weng Zixuan was obviously in extreme pain, but why couldn't he tell that he was injured?

Looking at Weng Zixuan who stood out and Jin Jiawen and the other two girls who went forward to help him up, Weng Zixuan, who had his hair in a mess, was moved. He lowered his head and did not dare to look straight at the three girls.

Du Shaomu looked at Meng Wenjia and said, "I've said it clearly, since you're my students, then you have to do whatever I say. Even if I were to tell you to go and die, you would have no other choice!"

After pausing for a moment, Du Shaomu continued to talk to Meng Wenjia, "Besides, I said that you guys must do your best. If you guys can defeat me, then it will be considered that you have the ability. I'm afraid that you guys are too weak. In front of me, you are nothing more than ants, and it's impossible for you to defeat me in this lifetime.

Meng Wenjia's pupils twitched when she heard that, and her young and beautiful face was filled with anger.

Not only did the young man in front of him look down on everyone, he even insulted them.

"Bully, I want to see what kind of abilities you have!"

Meng Wenjia could not hold it in any longer. Her hair danced as she summoned her great sword from her Spatial Storage Bag. She infused her Essence into the great sword. Her footwork was extraordinary as she slashed at Du Shaomu.

"Too slow, too weak."

"Crack …"

When Du Shaomu finished his sentence, Meng Wenjia's expression changed drastically.

young teacher was clearly in front of the sword aura, but for some reason, it seemed like his vision blurred and young teacher's figure passed right in front of her sword aura. Following that, a burning pain came from his shoulder.

Pain, it was too painful.

The pain seeped from his skin into his bones and tendons, and even seeped into his heart.

"Ah …"

Unlike Weng Zixuan, Meng Wenjia couldn't help but scream out in pain.

The Essence in his body also stagnated.

"I want to fight for someone else, but unfortunately, my strength is too weak."

Du Shaomu said lightly to Meng Wenjia.

"Again!"1

Meng Wenjia gritted her teeth. She must have been too careless just now.

"Buzz!"

Meng Wenjia channeled her Essence into her sword, causing it to emit a faint sword hum. Meng Wenjia then performed her next attack.

This time, Meng Wenjia was going all out.

Amongst the freshmen in World College this time, whether it was talent or strength, she was definitely at the top.

The sword beam was sharp. Wherever it went, the ground was covered in sand and rocks, and a faint crack appeared on the ground.

Needless to say, Meng Wenjia wasn't weak at all.

However, in front of the sword aura, Du Shaomu's figure once again moved to the side. The sword aura brushed against his chest.

"Crack …"

Meng Wenjia's shoulder once again emitted a burning pain, and she couldn't help but let out a painful cry.

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