The youths were instantly both surprised and angry.
"What, did I hear correctly?"
"Fang Yuan, has your brain burned to confusion, to actually stand at the main gate of the academy to extort us?!"
"Are you crazy from poverty? Who gave you the guts to put your ideas on us."
"Roll away, a mere C grade like you, also dares to block this young master's path. If you don't roll, this young master will kick you flying with one foot… urgh!"
Fang Yuan suddenly struck.
His right hand formed a palm, chopping viciously. The action was both accurate and fast, the lower edge of his palm striking the left side of a person's neck.
How could this unfortunate youth expect Fang Yuan to suddenly strike? His mouth was just cursing when he fiercely suffered a heavy blow. His eyes immediately rolled up, and he fainted on the spot.
"Fuck! You really dare to make a move!?" The crowd exploded, and the youths successively took a step back subconsciously.
"Gu Yue Bei Ju has fainted, what do we do?" Someone, both surprised and afraid, shouted in panic.
"What else can we do! We have so many people, and Fang Yuan is just one person. Rush over together, and beat him up viciously." Someone shouted, their anger erupting.
"That's right, he doesn't know life from death, daring to provoke us all by himself. He has simply eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard! Everyone attack together!!"
However, before they even made a move, Fang Yuan had already made his move.
His feet took a few continuous strides, rushing into the crowd one step ahead.
His palm chopped diagonally, striking a youth's neck. The youth rolled his eyes and fell.
"Ah—!" A youth shouted loudly, swinging his fist and sweeping it towards Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan lowered his body, dodged it, raised a foot, and kicked on this person's crotch.
Ah aoo woo—!
The youth's shout, originally high-pitched and impassioned, after this strike, the tone instantly pitched up fiercely, becoming both shrill and sharp, filled with a kind of misery and pain.
Thump.
His hands covered his crotch, his knees went soft and he knelt on the ground. He then rolled all over the ground, screaming ah ah ah, hurting so much his entire body was covered in cold sweat.
Fang Yuan swung his palms, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep!
He had five hundred years of combat experience, while these youths were merely a group of tender novices who had just begun cultivation. How could they be his match?
In the blink of an eye, this group of youths was all taken down by Fang Yuan. One by one, they had either fainted, or were lying on the ground, gasping cold air in pain, hurting half to death.
"What is going on here?!" Gu Yue Mo Bei arrived a step later and exclaimed. He saw at the main gate of the academy, Fang Yuan standing there, while five or six students lay collapsed around him.
"Fang Yuan, he wants to extort our primeval stones!" A youth collapsed on the ground, clutching his stomach, yelled out angrily.
"Still quite full of energy, aren't you." Fang Yuan's face was flat as he fiercely kicked the yelling youth's abdomen.
Oof!
The youth immediately let out a miserable scream of pain, his body curling up like a shrimp. A look of terror surfaced on his face, tears and snot flowing together, no longer daring to speak carelessly.
Seeing this scene, the arriving youths all felt Fang Yuan's cruelty, their hearts all palpitating.
"Alright, all of you obediently hand over one primeval stone to me. I will let you go, otherwise, these people on the ground will be your outcome." Fang Yuan took a large stride forward, his voice cold.
"Spouting your mother's bullshit! Based on just a mere C grade like you, you also wish to defeat a dignified B grade like me?" Gu Yue Mo Bei flew into a rage, swinging his fist, charging towards Fang Yuan at the first moment.
Fang Yuan's ankle turned slightly, his body gently leaning to the side, letting his fist pass by.
Then he stretched out his left hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together, and accurately jabbed towards the center of Mo Bei's collarbone, that area at the bottom of the throat.
Mo Bei's eyes instantly went black. With a thump, he fell to the ground and fainted.
Hiss…
Seeing this scene, the youths who still wanted to charge up successively gasped a breath of cold air, their charging momentum halting abruptly.
Fang Yuan's attacking methods, in the eyes of these youths, suddenly became profound and unfathomable.
They did not value basic fists and feet, which in fact had been vaguely mentioned in class. The human body has many fragile parts, and the few areas Fang Yuan attacked were some of them. If these areas suffered attacks, lightly it would make one faint on the spot, heavily it would cause a life-threatening crisis.
However, Fang Yuan's strikes were very measured.
Those knocked down by him either fainted, or were in severe pain, losing their combat ability within a short time. There was not a single one truly heavily injured.
This was the terror of five hundred years of combat experience!
"Hand it over, or not?" Fang Yuan stepped forward, coercing the other youths.
The youths glanced at each other, then successively gritted their teeth or roared angrily, swarming towards Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan moved and dodged while making his moves. His cultivation was low, but his realm was still there. His heart was as calm as ice, his movements both fast and accurate.
Thump thump…
A few breaths later, another group collapsed on the ground.
"Too cruel! Too terrifying!"
"They didn't die, did they?"
There were still a few young girls who did not charge up. They widened their eyes, seeing this scene unfold, their bodies trembling with increasing magnitude.
Fang Yuan's gaze swept towards them. The color drained from their beautiful faces, hastily waving their hands and retreating backwards: "Don't, don't come over. We'll hand it over, we'll hand it over!"
Fang Yuan collected a few primeval stones and let them go.
They stumbled out the academy's main gate, and successively more students arrived here.
To exit the academy, this main gate was the required path. With Fang Yuan blocking here, he could block all the students.
"Damn, what happened?!" The youths widened their eyes in astonishment.
"Isn't that Gu Yue Mo Bei?" Gu Yue Chi Cheng looked at the fainted Mo Bei on the ground, absolutely dumbfounded.
Fang Yuan spoke, the youths instantly became angry, attacked, and then fell.
"Lord Elder, do we just keep watching and not stop him? Just in case a life is lost, how will we end this?" The guards had a face full of worry.
While some guards were very indignant: "This Fang Yuan's guts are too big. To actually dare extort his classmates right under our eyelids, right at the academy's main gate. Simply having no regard for laws and discipline! As long as Lord gives the order, your subordinate will apprehend this child."
Fang Yuan blocking the academy's main gate and openly committing the atrocity of extorting his classmates had already drawn attention right at the beginning.
But mortal guards did not have the right to punish the students; they could only come to report to the academy elder first.
Upon hearing this news, the academy elder did not immediately give the order to stop it, but ascended the pavilion and observed from afar.
"It seems this child has combat talent." The more the academy elder watched, the more interested he became.
Fang Yuan's performance using the moonblade today had already caused the elder's doubt. Now seeing him use the strength of one person to rival all the students, possessing the demeanor of sweeping across a battlefield unhindered. The doubt in his heart was resolved.
In this world, there are some people who are particularly sensitive towards battle; this is a hidden innate talent. They are good at fighting, love fighting, and in battle, their inspiration often bursts forth. They frequently create astonishing, even unimaginable battle results.
"This child is a natural-born combat Gu Master. A pity, his aptitude is only C grade. Ultimately, he is lacking a level." The academy elder sighed deeply.
"Lord, do you not intend to stop this farce? Letting him continue to act wildly like this, I am afraid the impact will somewhat not be good." The faces of the guards beside him all carried a look of anxiety.