Chapter 262
Why won't you help me?!
Actually, it's also Ma Hongjun's fault for not being in the village yesterday, but instead fooling around outside. Otherwise, he wouldn't have run into trouble today.
After Lin Xia and the others left, Dai Mubai finally dared to come out. In fact, he had already seen this scene, but the shadow left by Lin Xia was too great.
So the fat guy had to suffer. When Dai Mubai walked up to Ma Hongjun, he couldn't help but gasp at Ma Hongjun's current state.
Fortunately, when Lin Xia asked him to sign the statement, he agreed, otherwise he might have ended up in this situation!
However, Dai Mubai did not dare to be careless. He immediately dragged the half-dead Ma Hongjun to find Flander. After all, Ma Hongjun was Flander's student!
Just as Dai Mubai brought Ma Hongjun to Flander, Ma Hongjun slowly woke up.
However, after feeling the pain in his body, he immediately realized something was wrong. Just what kind of monster was that kid?!
He didn't even release his martial spirit, yet he's already beaten himself to this state!
Inside the dilapidated wooden hut at Shrek Academy, which served as a makeshift infirmary, the air was thick with the pungent smell of ointment and a faint stench of blood.
Zhao Wuji's massive body occupied a makeshift, reinforced wooden bed, wrapped up like a mummy, with only his swollen, purplish nostrils showing as he struggled to breathe, each exhale accompanied by a muffled, painful groan.
On the bed in the other corner, Ma Hongjun's condition was equally miserable.
The owner of this "Evil Fire Phoenix" now resembles a plump roast chicken that has been plucked and marinated.
His body was wrapped in bandages soaked in yellowish-brown ointment, with dark red blood seeping from many places. His originally round body appeared even larger due to the swelling, almost filling the entire small bed.
The joints of the limbs were wrapped especially thickly, where the wounds from the thorns in the soil were located.
His face was a sight to behold, a mixture of blue and purple, his two signature rat whiskers were burned black and curled, his small eyes were swollen to the point of being just slits, and he kept making whimpering noises.
This is the scene that greeted Flanders when he pushed open the door.
His face, which was usually shrewd and calculating, was now filled with exhaustion, anxiety, and a deep sense of powerlessness.
Zhao Wuji's serious injury had already caused him a lot of trouble. The academy's funds were already stretched thin, and repairing the venue that had been damaged by Tang Hao and Lin Xia and purchasing expensive bone-regenerating medicine had almost emptied their coffers.
Now, his most prized disciple lies in the next room in this same state...
"Hongjun!"
Flander strode to Ma Hongjun's bedside, his voice hoarse with exhaustion, his brows furrowed, and his eyes behind his glasses revealing undisguised disappointment.
"What are you up to now? You're making things worse! Is the academy already chaotic enough? Are you just asking for trouble?"
Flander bent down to examine Ma Hongjun's bandages. The soul power he sensed through his fingertips told him that although the injuries looked frightening, they were mostly superficial and not serious. The person who attacked him had obviously left a great deal of room for maneuver.
When Ma Hongjun saw that his backer had arrived, large tears immediately welled up in his swollen eyes, and his voice trembled with sobs, making him sound as aggrieved as a 300-pound child.
"Dean! Teacher! You have to stand up for me! It hurts so much... Waaah... That pretty boy named Lin Xia, he... he's such a jerk! He beat me up like this without even asking what happened!"
"Look! Look at my body, is there even a clean spot left? I was just walking peacefully in the village when he came up and attacked me... Waaah... Teacher, you have to avenge me!"
Ma Hongjun embellished the story, portraying himself as an innocent victim.
Before Flander could speak, footsteps sounded again at the door.
Dai Mubai came in carrying a basin of clean water; he was there to help change the dressing.
As soon as I entered, I heard Ma Hongjun distorting the truth, and his handsome face was instantly filled with speechlessness and disdain.
"Fat man."
Dai Mubai's voice rang out coldly, filled with undisguised mockery, like a bucket of ice water poured over Ma Hongjun's head. "Save your crying and wailing, your attempts to distort the truth, in front of us. Can't you even distinguish right from wrong?"
Dai Mubai slammed the basin of water onto the table, splashing water everywhere.
"Do you really think I'm blind? Or that everyone in the village is mute?"
"You flirted with Zhu Zhuqing, touched her inappropriately, and used foul language. That's why you got punished, right? Lin Xia didn't roast your fat on the spot; she was already showing mercy!"
Ma Hongjun's wailing stopped abruptly. He struggled to open his swollen eyes and stared at Dai Mubai in disbelief.
"Boss... Boss?"
Ma Hongjun's voice even changed tone.
"You...you were there? You saw him hit me?" A feeling of betrayal welled up inside me.
"Then why didn't you help me?! You just watched me get beaten up like this by that kid?!"
Dai Mubai twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing an extremely complex expression, a mixture of lingering fear, helplessness, and a trace of pity for Ma Hongjun's foolishness.
Dai Mubai pointed at Flander and said in an annoyed tone.
"Help you? Fatty, don't you know who you've messed with! You ask me why I won't help you? Ask the dean! Ask him why he didn't help Teacher Zhao yesterday!"
Flanders sighed heavily, a sigh that seemed to contain all the debts and troubles of the academy.
He pushed up his glasses, his sharp gaze fixed on Ma Hongjun's face behind the lenses. His voice was deep and serious, each word seeming to strike the fat man's heart.
“Mu Bai is right. Hong Jun, if things are really as he says, and you were the one who flirted with the girl first, then no matter how badly you were beaten, it's not unjust! Not at all unjust!”
He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts, or perhaps trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.
"Lin Xia... he's not an ordinary student as you think, nor is he some gigolo!"
Flander's voice suddenly rose, carrying an emphasis that bordered on awe.
"He is the city lord of Gengjin City! He is in charge of a region! He is a pioneer and absolute authority in the field of soul tools on the continent! Even the Pope of the Spirit Hall treats him with great respect!"
Each title struck Ma Hongjun's chaotic mind like a heavy hammer blow.
He was only twelve years old!
Flanders almost growled, emphasizing this incredible fact.
"But he's a level 58 Battle Soul King! The real deal! And that's just his apparent strength! His true terror lies..."
A clear look of fear flashed in Flander's eyes, as if he could see again the devastating sandstorm and the cold, steel king of yesterday.
"...It lies in the power he controls! That ancient behemoth named Bangiras, after you fell unconscious yesterday, it only revealed a trace of its aura, yet it triggered a cataclysmic upheaval!"
"Teacher Zhao... Teacher Zhao in his prime, a dignified level 76 Soul Saint, couldn't even hold on for a single breath before being crushed into the ground like an ant! It's an existence that no human can contend with! It's a walking natural disaster!"
The wooden house was deathly silent, with only Zhao Wuji's heavy breathing.
Flander's every word was like a thunderclap, exploding in Ma Hongjun's ears. (End of Chapter)