Hearing Wang Ming's cold remark, the boy as well as the entire class was stunned at first. But after a few seconds, the boy in question shouted angrily,
"You bastard! Who the hell do you think you are?!"
As he yelled in rage, he threw a punch at Wang Ming with full force.
Seeing the punch coming, a faint smile curled on Wang Ming's lips. He didn't dodge. Instead, he deliberately leaned his head into the incoming punch and let it land directly on his face.
The boy, seeing that his punch had connected, instantly assumed victory.
The punch struck Wang Ming's face, and blood suddenly spurted from his mouth.
The boy was stunned.
He couldn't understand how a simple punch from him had caused so much blood to come out. Even the rest of the class was shocked including Wang Shui, whose expression immediately changed.
Everyone realized that things had gone way too far.
The academy had a strict rule , no bloody fights under any circumstances. And this was not just any academy it was governed jointly by the clan leader and the first elder, each from opposing factions.
This scene could bring serious consequences.
Wang Shui quickly distanced himself from the situation, and so did the others.
The boy panicked. He also knew the academy's rules.
He hadn't even used his full force… so how could Wang Ming vomit blood like that?
"How… how could he be this weak?" he muttered in disbelief.
In a trembling voice, hoping for some support, he tried to explain to the others,
"I-I didn't do it intentionally…"
But the hope he had held onto was instantly shattered.
Even his own friends started backing away.
At that moment, Wang Ming, who was lying on the ground, supported by his hands and facing another direction, smiled.
⏳ Three hours ago , in Wang Ming's room:
His maid quietly entered and quickly closed the door.
She approached him slowly. Wang Ming noticed her and asked coldly,
"Did you do what I asked?"
The maid nodded — both in agreement and confusion.
Her young master had instructed her to go outside the clan and randomly faint some commoners, then collect some drops of their blood enough to fill a small pouch. She understood that he wanted to keep this secret. That's why he had asked her to take blood only from hidden parts of the body areas normally covered by clothes where no one would notice the cut, and he asked to collect blood from many as taking large amount from a single person may cause immediate weakness letting him notice something.
But what she couldn't understand was: why do it before going to the academy's first class?
Still, she didn't dare to ask too much.
Wang Ming took the small pouch and waved her away.
Back to the present:
He thought to himself:
"Talking with one-fourth of a mouth full of blood and yet able to talk normally is truly difficult…"
That's why he had kept his sentences were short but deliberately provoking , so they would react aggressively.
Just then, the teacher in charge of the class entered.
Seeing the scene in front of him, his eyes widened in shock.
He shouted in a furious voice,
"What's happening here?!"