Chapter 434 – The Stick of the Orthodox Academy (1/2)

Chapter 434 - The Stick of the Orthodox Academy

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Although Tang Thirty-Six currently possessed a completely disgusting appearance and was dressed very shabbily, totally unlike his rumored appearance, his sharp and unkind words and that free and uncaring energy about his appearance let Tianhai Ya'er recognize who he was very quickly. His face quickly became extremely ugly.

Back then, he had gone to the Heavenly Dao Academy to take part in the Ivy Festival precisely because Tang Thirty-Six had announced to the entire capital that he was going to cripple Tianhai Ya'er.

The final outcome of this affair was that because of the restriction of the teachers of the Heavenly Dao Academy, Tang Thirty-Six, was unable to participate in the Ivy Festival. Tianhai Ya'er, looking for an excuse to act violently, crippled one of Xuanyuan Po's arms, but then was soon after crippled by Luoluo.

The two individuals had never been able to formally meet, but did this not hinder Tianhai Ya'er from placing the blame for his crippled status on Tang Thirty-Six.

He stared at Tang Thirty-Six, his face pale and his eyes chock-full of bitter resentment, wishing that he could just destroy him. But he did nothing. On the contrary, hearing Tang Thirty-Six's words and associating them with this guy's rumored temperament, an inauspicious omen appeared in his heart. With his sharp voice, he rushed to say, ”I was talking to Chen Changsheng! It has nothing to do with you!”

There was a sort of 'just come and hit me' feeling to it as well.

Tianhai Ya'er was a scoundrel, shameless and sinister. He was daring enough to say these words to anyone, including Chen Changsheng, but Tang Thirty-Six was the sole exception.

Because he knew Tang Thirty-Six really could discard any sense of shame and strike him.

Tang Thirty-Six was a little surprised, finding it a little hard to believe that this guy could respond so quickly. He couldn't think of a better method, so he decided to just be unreasonable. ”I don't care. In any case, I want to fight with you.”

Saying this, he turned to Chen Changsheng and said, ”Help me roll up my sleeves.”

Right now, his left hand was holding a bowl of soy milk and his right hand was holding half of a youtiao. It really was impossible for him to roll up his sleeves on his own.

Rolling up the sleeves was an action that everyone understood the significance of. It was a signal to begin something.

Tianhai Ya'er's complexion was a little pale. ”I definitely won't fight with you. In any case, I'm a cripple. If you're not afraid of losing face, then you can do it yourself.”

Chen Changsheng was precisely pondering whether to roll up Tang Thirty-Six's sleeves or not, but when he heard the words 'not afraid of losing face', he thought to himself, it's fine, I don't need to think about it anymore.

Just as expected, when Tang Thirty-Six heard these words, not only did he lack any hesitation, his eyes shone. He asked, ”What is face?”

Tianhai Ya'er looked at him uneasily and said, ”What are you thinking of doing? Don't tell me you plan to bully a cripple like me in front of so many people?”

The misty rain shrouded Hundred Flowers Lane. The force of the rain was not very great and was even gradually weakening. The priests and guards responsible for keeping the peace had already blockaded the lane against the many spectators.

Tianhai Ya'er's reputation in the capital was extremely awful, but he was still only a youth that hadn't even reached the age of fourteen. Moreover, he had already been a cripple for almost a year, his two legs now so thin that they looked like two beanpoles. He looked very pitiful. If someone were to attack him, wheelchair-bound as he was, they might provoke many criticisms. But how could Tang Thirty-Six fear any criticisms or censure?

He looked at Tianhai Ya'er and smiled. ”Did you know, when I was very small, there was one thing that I loved to do the most.”

Tianhai Ya'er stared into his eyes, his voice slightly shaky. ”What thing?”

Tang Thirty-Six answered, ”My favorite thing to do was take up a staff and chase around dogs that had fallen into the river, hitting them nonstop.”

Tianhai Ya'er understood his meaning and a cold shiver ran through him. In his shaky voice, he shouted, ”Someone come quickly! The sole grandson of the Wenshui Tangs is beating someone up! He wants to use some underhanded method on a cripple like me!”

Tang Thirty-Six was also in no hurry, allowing him to yell. Only after Tianhai Ya'er's voice had finally come to a stop did he turn to the crowd outside the street and declare, ”Everyone has clearly seen that I haven't hit him with my hands.”

He truly hadn't hit Tianhai Ya'er, not even brushed his clothes.

As he spoke, he even raised up his the soy milk and youtiao in his two hands, indicating to the crowd that even if he wanted to, he couldn't hit Tianhai Ya'er.

Then his expression suddenly turned cold, and his foot delivered a ruthless kick to Tianhai Ya'er's chest!

Thud!

Tianhai Ya'er was kicked with his wheelchair into the rainwater, and his head began to bleed from the fall.

Tang Thirty-Six had kicked too ruthlessly. The crippled youth was curled up like a shrimp, his face extremely pale and in so much pain that he couldn't even speak.

The area in front of the Orthodox Academy's gate and the outside of the Hundred Flowers Lane were both deathly still. Nobody said anything.

Nobody had thought that this youth who had been smiling at them while holding up the soy milk and youtiao, chuckling like an idiot, would in the next moment deliver such a fierce blow to the crippled youth in the wheelchair!

The Tianhai clan bodyguards and Zhou Ziheng also had not imagined this, so they were far too late to stop it.

With the whistling of the wind, the Tianhai clan's bodyguards quickly rushed onto the scene and placed Tianhai Ya'er under their protection.

Zhou Ziheng had tossed away that paper umbrella a while ago, his right hand already gripping the hilt of his sword. With an expression of fury, he glared at Tang Thirty-Six, apparently ready to attack in the next moment.

Tang Thirty-Six continued to ignore this Star Condensation expert. Looking around at the crowd, he raised the soy milk and the youtiao in his hands even higher and declared, ”Everyone can clearly see, I really didn't use my hands, much less attack with them. I used a kick.”

It really was like this. He hadn't used any underhanded methods against Tianhai Ya'er. He had used his foot.

With an angry roar, Zhou Ziheng pulled his sword out of its sheath. His sword intent abruptly soared, reverberating in that space in front of the Orthodox Academy.