Chapter 92 – The Withering Martial Arts Association

The night was exquisitely beautiful and serene, seemingly filled with mystery, yet always allowing people to fully release the day’s accumulated stress.

After the opening ceremony, the new students officially integrated into the large family of Zhixuefu Academy.

Early the next morning.

Ye Kuang was once again jolted from his dreams by the thunderous snoring, feeling deeply resentful about it.

Seeing his three roommates sleeping like dead pigs, he nearly couldn’t resist shouting to startle a flock of egrets from their slumber.

This alone should illustrate how unpleasant his mood was.

With no other choice, Ye Kuang busied himself with his morning routine ahead of time and idly began exploring the entire Zhixuefu Academy.

It must be said that the academy’s grounds were unimaginably vast, covering a full 200,000 square meters.

Small pavilions stood scattered around the surrounding lakes, creating a nostalgic atmosphere of “small bridges, flowing water, and households”—a uniquely distinctive architectural style that couldn’t help but refresh one’s senses.

As Ye Kuang admired the breathtaking scenery as if viewing flowers from horseback, his heart seemed to transport into an ancient world.

On a whim, he followed a forest path deeper into the grounds, finding even the wildflowers and grasses along the roadside particularly pleasing to the eye.

Unexpectedly, the path’s end revealed another world—a secluded spot where hurried passersby seemed almost entranced, clearly an ideal place for secret rendezvous.

Just then, a faint scent of lilies wafted into his nostrils, immediately drawing surprised glances from others.

There stood a snow-white figure, leisurely strolling while gazing at the surrounding scenery, evidently in high spirits.

Without suspicion, Ye Kuang strode forward with large steps.

As he passed by the woman, he couldn’t help but be stunned by her appearance.

He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen her before, stirring strange emotions within him.

But undeniable was her remarkable beauty.

Shaking his head, Ye Kuang continued onward.

He traversed deep, neglected groves, passed by the centuries-old Little Thunder Sound Pagoda, missed the blooming wild lotus pond…

It could be said that his footprints marked every scenic spot.

But when Ye Kuang suddenly looked up, his eyes were captivated by four bold characters: “Martial Arts Association”!

The building appeared old and worn, leaving him momentarily dazed—its overall structure clearly bore a sense of history.

The entrance stood wide open, revealing several figures busily moving inside. Each seemed robust and strong, dressed simply, yet unmistakably giving off the aura of martial arts practitioners.

Realizing this, Ye Kuang stepped inside.

“Halt! Who allowed you in?”

“Uh… Isn’t this the Martial Arts Association? Why can’t I enter?”

“Ha! So you know this is the Martial Arts Association. You must be another admirer who heard Jade Maiden is here. Let me warn you—no one can approach Jade Maiden without our unanimous approval.”

Hearing this, even a fool would understand the situation.

It seemed that after hearing Jade Maiden was serving as the president of the Martial Arts Association, countless people flocked here under the guise of signing up, though their true intentions were hollow.

No wonder the Martial Arts Association’s entrance appeared so desolate, almost withered.

So thought Ye Kuang.

“My apologies for the disturbance. Farewell.”

With these words, Ye Kuang turned to leave, his brief interest in observing completely vanished.As luck would have it, a group of students suddenly surrounded them, all dressed in karate uniforms that accentuated their robust and powerful physiques.

“Hey kid, new here?”

“Why bother joining the Martial Arts Association? How about joining our karate club instead? Guaranteed no one will dare mess with you.”

“Look at this Martial Arts Association—it’s practically rotting away. All flashy moves and fake techniques, completely worthless.”

…

At that moment, everyone was mocking the Martial Arts Association, each one clearly wishing they could tear the association’s sign right off the wall. They were obviously targeting the Martial Arts Association.

“Yuan Long! What did you say? Who are you calling worthless?”

“Hah… I’m talking about you. What… you got a problem? Gao Laosan, if you’ve got the guts, come hit me! Hahaha…”

“Yuan Long, don’t you dare be so arrogant!”

“Hmph, so what if I’m arrogant? You wanna test how hard our fists are?”

“You…”

Three members of the Martial Arts Association suddenly rushed out of the building, confronting the dozen or so karate members in a tense standoff.

Seeing this, Yuan Long sneered contemptuously before turning to Ye Kuang with a recruiting tone, “Kid, see that? These losers only know how to bark but don’t dare step forward. I suggest you join our karate club instead.”

“Bullshit!”

“Gao Laosan, I advise you to think ahead. Your Martial Arts Association is already on its last legs. Karate is the strongest martial art!”

“Bastard, what nonsense are you spouting? Have you forgotten how Jade Maiden beat you to a pulp?”

“Oh… too bad she’s not here now. If you’ve got the guts, come bite me.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang straightened his expression and suddenly spoke, “What are your parents’ names? Where are they from? Did they never teach you that arrogance requires actual capability? And if what you call martial arts is all fake techniques, it’s because you’ve never seen real martial arts—the kind that can kill people…”

Before he even finished speaking, the scene fell into such silence you could hear a pin drop.

When Yuan Long snapped back to reality, he flew into a rage, “Kid, what did you just say? You’ve got some nerve!”

Ye Kuang dug at his earhole and grinned, “What are your parents’ names again?”

“Goddammit, you’re asking for death!”

Yuan Long roared, and in his fury, he suddenly threw a punch.

Thump!

The punch landed squarely on Ye Kuang’s chest, yet his expression remained unchanged. He couldn’t help but grin again, “So this is what you’re so arrogant about… You can’t even punch properly. I wonder if all the rice you’ve eaten over the decades went to feeding your pig brain…”

Hearing this and seeing Ye Kuang completely unfazed, Yuan Long was utterly dumbfounded.

That earlier punch was solid—even though Yuan Long wasn’t a master, he was still a first-degree black belt. His strength should have been formidable.

But now, his full-force punch felt like hitting cotton, with no sense of impact at all. How was this possible?

Yuan Long: “You…”

Ye Kuang: “Me what me? If I weren’t in a good mood today, I’d beat you until you questioned your entire life… Get lost!”

Hearing this, Yuan Long’s expression shifted instantly as if he’d been deeply insulted. He turned and shouted at his followers, “What the hell are you all staring at? Attack together!”Seeing this, Gao Laosan grew anxious instead. Grabbing Ye Kuang, he exclaimed in alarm, “Kid, come back. Don’t charge in recklessly—they outnumber us. Wait until Jade Maiden returns, then we’ll settle the score with them together.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but sigh, for the Martial Arts Association had already fallen into decline by this time!