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nTranslator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

nCarl was stunned after being slapped by Andrew a few times.

nWhat did he do wrong this time?

n“Trash!” Andrew scolded. “Your father is already in such a state, and you only know how to cry! You are a student of Stanford University’s martial arts school. Are you so useless? Has No one taught you first aid since you were young?”

nAfter saying this, Andrew shifted his gaze to Quincy.

nQuincy’s condition was terrible.

nHis face was purple, and his nose and mouth were bleeding. Half of his body had sunk into the ground.

n“Looking at your father’s appearance… he doesn’t seem to be doing too well,” Andrew sighed and said.

n“Nonsense!” Carl growled in a hoarse voice. “My father is an eighth-grade Golden Body Realm expert. The toughness of his body is higher than A-grade alloy. Not to mention falling from the tenth floor of the Principal’s Office, even if he fell from a hundred floors, he would still be fine!”

n“Then, how is your father now?” asked Andrew.

n“He fainted.”

n“Isn’t that enough?”

nAndrew stood up and faced the surrounding students. He asked loudly, “Are there any medical students here?”

nThe whole place was silent.

nThis was Stanford University’s martial arts school. How could there be any medical students here?

nAlthough Stanford University also had a school of arts, it was on another campus.

nIt was far from here.

nAndrew sighed. “No one actually knows how to give first aid. Looks like I’ll have to do it myself.”

nWhen Carl heard this, he thought that Andrew had some profound medical skills. He immediately took two steps back and gave up his spot.

nAndrew walked to Quincy’s side and recalled the first-aid methods he had seen before.

nArtificial respiration?

nAbsolutely impossible.

nHow about… some simple and direct violence?

nAndrew pressed one hand on Quincy’s arm.

nHe was thinking about something.

nCould a fainted person be stimulated to wake up with intense pain?

nAndrew decided to give it a try.

nHe pressed his hand on Quincy’s arm and squeezed.

nThere was no reaction…

nAndrew felt that it was probably because he didn’t exert enough strength. After all, Quincy was an eighth-grade Golden Body Realm warrior, and his body was very tough.

nMaybe it was because he didn’t have enough strength, so Quincy couldn’t feel the pain at all.

nAndrew increased his strength.

nCrack!

nA crisp sound came from Quincy’s arm.

nAndrew looked down, and the corner of his mouth immediately twitched twice.

nThis…

nA small piece of golden skin in his hand was forcefully ripped off by him.

nEverything happened too quickly. Ulysses was still in the Principal’s Office and had witnessed everything.

nIt was too brutal!

nA golden shard was directly taken off Quincy’s body!

nUlysses, who was also at the eighth-grade Golden Body Realm, felt pain on his body just thinking about it.

nBut Andrew felt that it wasn’t enough.

nQuincy didn’t wake up. Perhaps the pain wasn’t stimulating enough.

nBoom!

nA punch directly hit Quincy’s stomach.

nQuincy’s body was originally half-buried underground, but now, his whole body was almost buried in the pit.

n“Still not awake?”

nAndrew frowned. He could only use the next method.

nSlap!

nSlap! Slap! Slap!

nA series of slaps were extremely loud in the silent arena. Half of the field could hear them. Those who couldn’t, they could see them.

nAfter more than ten slaps, Carl, who was next to him, was stunned.

nAll the students in the school were the same.

nWas Grandmaster Thunderblade so fierce?

nBesides Professor Halley, another professor from Stanford University, Professor Elena, muttered, “Actually, the first aid method of Grandmaster Thunderblade is still reasonable. It’s just that it’s too… fierce. It’s easy to kill people.”

nSoon, President Ulysses also came over.

n“President, you came at the right time. This uncle fainted.” Andrew was overjoyed when he saw that reinforcements had come.

nUlysses didn’t look too good either.

nAfter all, he had just seen Andrew’s brutal scene.

nHe bent down and performed a simple check-up.

n“He’s fine. Quincy’s spiritual power was injured, so he fainted for a short period. He’ll wake up after resting for a while.”

n…

nSoon, Quincy was carried to the school’s infirmary.

nCarl was still standing there in a daze.

nWhat happened today had dealt a huge blow to him.

nUsually, Carl was the proud son of heaven in the school, and he was known as a genius.

nIn his second year of university, he had already reached the middle stage of the fourth grade at the age of nineteen. Moreover, his fighting strength was good, and he was able to fight evenly with a person of the fifth grade.

nHis father was also an expert of the eighth stage Golden Body Realm.

nIn the school, anyone who saw him would be friendly. His teachers and even the principal would often praise him.

nThis had caused Carl to have a kind of arrogance.

nBut today, his arrogance was completely crushed by Andrew.

nAnnie walked over from the side and said coldly, “After this martial arts competition ends, I can give you a fair chance to challenge me. However, the bet you said doesn’t count. You aren’t worthy of being my boyfriend.”

nAfter saying that, Annie returned to Andrew’s side.

n“Do you still have to fight? If not, let’s go out and buy a car and a house.”

nAnnie was stunned. “Why buy a house?”

nAndrew said helplessly, “I thought the school’s living environment was quite good, but I’m too famous in the school. Everyone knows me, so I feel very troubled.”

nLast night, Andrew had encountered something ridiculous.

nA few girls, not knowing where they found out about his residence, actually sneaked into the boys’ living area and squatted below his room.

nAndrew couldn’t be bothered with them, but he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

nAnnie nodded. “I still have two matches left. After that, we’ll go together.”

nUnder the guidance of Professor Halley, the matches continued.

nHowever, what had just happened had greatly broadened the horizons of the students. At this moment, they were still discussing animatedly in the stands.

n“Grandmaster Thunderblade shouted once and made Carl kneel on the ground. So powerful!”

n“Is this a seventh rank grandmaster? He’s even more powerful than I imagined.”

n“Moreover, Grandmaster Thunderblade is too handsome. I want to marry him!”

nA girl walked over timidly near Andrew.

n“Grandmaster Thunderblade, hello.”

nAndrew was stunned for a moment. He then asked, “What’s the matter?”

n“May I ask if you can give me an autograph?” The girl handed over a card and a marker.

nAutograph?

nAndrew thought for a moment.

nWas his reputation already so big now? Someone even asked him for an autograph.

nNormally, Andrew would find it troublesome, but they were all classmates. An autograph was not a big deal. It would only take a few seconds. If he could not do this, he would be too arrogant.

nAfter thinking for a moment, Andrew took the card from the girl’s hand and signed it.

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