Everyone instinctively turned to look at the person who spoke, and soon a way in the crowd was carved out by the drama-hungry onlookers for Lu Chen.
"What a jerk—isn't he the failed teacher?"
"Who does he think he is to come meddling in the affairs of noble cultivators?"
"I even heard he tried committing suicide. How pathetic. The academy had already decided to fire him."
Lu chang didn't take the side comments to heart as he stepped through the crowd, his facial features beaming.
He had golden-yellow hair which slightly came below his forehead. His features were sharp, and his eyes were deep blue-golden in color.
He was the complete definition of a handsome failure.
"Answer me, you outrageous he-goat. Do you think you're stronger than her even in this crippled stage of hers?" he said, walking straight up, calm and collected.
Wei feng looked at Qin Yue and then back at Lu chang with the eyes of Is this guy seriously talking to me?
Even Qin Yue was shocked by Lu Chen's confidence and audacity.
"You should know your standards, you pathetic excuse for a teacher. You don't even have a single star to your name, and yet you're talking to one of the geniuses being trained by Teacher Zhao, a two-star teacher in the practice hall," Wei feng spoke proudly, the look in his eyes giving him away.
The crowd had quieted down to a pin drop, as no one was ready to miss the drama about to unfold, although the next series of events were obviously expected.
Definitely, Wei feng was going to win the banter after all. Who was Lu chang in this academy?
All teachers were ranked by stars in the academy, depending on how well they trained their students, how many students were willing to join them, and how well those students grew.
The highest number of stars ever acquired was nine, and for decades it hadn't been surpassed.
And Weing Fang's teacher, Zhao, actually had two stars, which was very respectable, no matter how low it sounded.
Lu chang calmly walked up to where they were standing with a straight face, completely ignoring Weing Fang. He turned to Qin Yue.
"Your boyfriend is a complete fool calling himself a genius; even I won't take you into my class," he said calmly, his voice still void of emotion.
As expected, the whole crowd burst into a flood of whispers. How could a starless teacher have preferences?
It was quite unheard of, making Lu chang look more like a fool than he already seemed, but yet, despite hearing all the whispers, he didn't flinch. His resolve was thick.
In his former life, he was a simp. He would sweat in his palms just to ask a girl out and still end up not getting the date—but this life had to be different.
Wei feng began laughing gently at first before bursting into a fit of laughter.
"You take me into your class? Even a baby cultivator would reject such an offer, no matter how many spirit stones you offer."
He said, still laughing.
"Please, get out. Focus on looking for students at your level; don't come meddling in things that do not concern you," Wei feng said coldly, his eyes bloodshot.
Lu chang turned around slowly, his face still calm but slightly irritated.
"It's quite funny the way you call yourself a genius," Lu chang said, scoffing before he continued.
"Those who go down the Tiger Punch cultivation path face a lot of difficulty progressing in their cultivation, but people like you create more problems for yourself. What an idiot," Lu chang said as a smile gradually appeared on his face.
"I know why—because you are worthless, with no potential. I dare you to strike me with all your might, you coward," Lu chang said so calmly.
Wei feng was already fuming as he began summoning all the energy he had stored.
"You don't need to tell me, you jerk. I will tear you down to your soul. You will never see light again!!!" Wei feng shouted as he pulled everything he had into the punch.
He was already losing control, as everyone could see.
Pitiful gazes landed on Lu chang a split second before the punch could land. They were pretty sure he was cooked for good; that should probably be the last of him.
Just then, a blinding silver light eroded the sky as his hands came crashing down, and shockwaves and dust cluttered the air.
Everyone covered their faces from the dust and debris before finally opening their eyes to a stunning scene.
"Pathetic," Lu chang said as he looked down on Weing Fang. He held his so-called powerful punch with one hand and twisted it, causing him to fall down at his mercy.
Lu chang had read on Weing Fang's weakness just before he could throw the punch. He understood all the flaws that came with practicing the cultivation technique and how only one punch could drain you of power so much.
Although one could still scale in the path, it came with a lot of resilience. Weing Fang, on the other hand, was actually a fool.
He cultivated wrongly, focusing on his dantian and neglecting the mana passages in his hands, so whether he scaled or not, his hands were still too weak.
Knowing this, Lu chang made sure to agitate him so much so he would put everything into a killer blow, and since obviously his hands were too weak, he would rally up the attack but the execution rate would be poor—just as Lu chang calculated.
Though on a normal day, if Wei feng fought on a normal level, it would have been a manageable execution, making him look good.
"What? This is impossible. How did he subdue Wei feng with one hand?"
"No way, Wei feng must have allowed him, right?" another person from the crowd spoke, his face twisted in disbelief.
The crowd's concentration peaked as they stared on, wondering what had taken place.
Wei feng kept gasping for breath. He raised his head up, his hands still hurting, as everyone anticipated his response.