While the girls talked, the sounds of people cursing could be heard from next to them.
“F*ck off!”
There were two entrances to the hall on the fourth floor. In front of one of them, a martial artist shouted, “The fourth floor is off-limits to people like you!”
The victim was a boy in a group of four. At the man’s unceremonious berating, someone replied exasperatedly, “There can be 350 people on every floor. How many people are there now? Don’t go overboard!”
“Overboard? f**k off!”
The martial artist student grunted coldly. He did not talk further. With a wooden staff, he struck toward the other’s shoulder without hesitation!
The one he chose to strike on, consolidating his notoriety, was the student that had retorted previously.
Martial artists were incomparable to students. This gr
