17 Bullying (2/2)

Their intentions were obvious by how aggressive they acted and how respectful they were.

Those that contained interest for Dean seemed more humble and formal however not submissive nor overbearing.

The opposite was those that wanted fame. They acted extremely agitated but their eyes gleamed with anxiety, an obvious show of their insecurities that Dean sneered at.

If Dean picked a random person, this could offend a petty person that could affect his daily life.

Letting destiny choose for Dean, a fish caught the bait.

One of the students felt bottled with anxiety if they couldn't prove themselves and earn some sort of respect. This could have originated from the awkwardness of a teenager but whatever the reason was, Dean didn't care.

The student grabbed Dean and dragged him away by the hand while saying.

”Are you ready Dean?”

Taking a stance the young man flashed a playful smile to Dean.

Dean wasn't given a chance to prepare himself but he still remained clam since his real cultivation was Nascent Soul 2.

The playful smile bothered Dean as that suggested that the man is not aiming to beat Dean at all!

Instead he's using Dean as a punching bag in order to dhow off his greatness.

The fragility of a teen's obsession was...interesting to Dean.

Dean couldn't just have fighting ability exceeding Qi Condensation 5 meaning he had to take a beating.

To make it even more realistic Dean had to force his Qi to harm himself since the young man was too weak.

'I'm being bullied! I have to bully myself to make myself seem bullied!'

The idea was quite comical to Dean but the young man was enjoying his time.

He could feel a raw power inside of him just destroying a person before him. The sensation of flesh against his fist truly made him feel powerful.

Narcissistic thoughts continued to flow into the young man's mind, especially when he saw Dean cough blood and small bruises appeared on his arms.

Was he a sadist?

No

But he did enjoy being in the position of power. Elated by this the young man took it a little too far.

Composing himself, his attacks became weaker but Dean was in a state where it seemed a stronger attack would immediately knock him out.

Dean wasn't that stupid to completely injure himself.

Although the outcome of his injuries looked serious they were actually superficial.

The bruises were done by Dean forcing small blood vessels to burst and create that effect.

Internally he was coughing blood that he borrowed from the whole of his body.

The teacher didn't see this as hew as busy calming Leonard down for his heavy handed attacks, oblivious to Dean's beaten state.

With the fight reaching it's climax, a group had started to form.

People had already finished their spar and should have partnered with different partners or go for another round.

Instead they found it more interesting to observe this match.

Dean looked around to find that he was encircled by many youths and the young man in front of him appeared more cocky.

The crowd acted as a stimulant to the young man as he used more flamboyant attacks.

Dean received the attacks without a qualm but smelt blood.

It was this moment that Dean realized this scene was too familiar.

The numbers around him made Dean feel overwhelmed despite their obviously weak cultivation.

'This position. The smell. The powerlessness.”

It felt as if Dean was living in the past and experiencing a nightmare again.

Dean thought he could pretend to be weak but in the end he just tricked himself.

He placed himself into a position that caused him to panic.

Struggling to stop feeling helpless Dean tried to calm himself.

A familiar feeling invaded Dean's mind that pacified his racing heart.

'I was once weak.'

'I couldn't do a thing and I was brought to the brink of despair'

'I could blame it on my feelings getting in my way but I obviously know what my problem was.'

'I was too weak!'

This simple thought continued to echo within Dean's mind until he started to feel a headache and wince at the shocking pain.

Meanwhile, the young man was creating hype by purposely insulting his opponent and finally deciding that this will be his last and final punch.