**Chapter 8: Extremely Insulting**
"Buddy, are you kidding? This is the first time I've seen someone willingly come up here to get beaten." Asou Yoshihiro scratched his head, drawing laughter from the audience below.
Facing the mockery from the crowd below, Xia Shang simply raised his middle finger.
"Sorry, I'm not targeting anyone here specifically, what I mean is, you're all trash."
Xia Shang's calm declaration instantly ignited everyone's fury. Several hot-tempered guys wanted nothing more than to rush up to Xia Shang and punch him.
"Idiot! Asou-kun, teach him a good lesson!"
"He's simply too arrogant, Asou Yoshihiro, come down, I'll fight this match."
Yuuji and his group were completely dumbfounded at this moment. If they had known this guy's ability to draw aggro was so strong, they wouldn't have let him go up no matter what.
"Very well, I can't wait to start." Asou Yoshihiro in the center of the Arena was so angry his chest was heaving, he even wanted to grind Xia Shang to dust with his back teeth.
Seeing these people so angry, Xia Shang instead laughed.
This laugh of his could be said to be extremely insulting.
Asou Yoshihiro didn't even wait for the Referee to say start and swung his Sword towards Xia Shang. The Wooden Sword whistled through the air. Seeing it about to land on Xia Shang, the crowd below subconsciously widened their Eyes, afraid of missing the moment of catharsis.
"Too slow, Asou-san, did you not eat enough?" To Xia Shang, his speed seemed extremely laughable. With his current Kendo level, he could even predict the angle and force of the opponent's Sword swings.
Xia Shang slightly retreated two steps, and Asou Yoshihiro's Sword tip just grazed past his chest by one centimeter.
Whack! The next second, Xia Shang's Sword blade precisely chopped onto Asou Yoshihiro's back of his hand. What does it feel like to be hit on the funny bone? Asou Yoshihiro couldn't help but cry out in pain and reflexively covered his injured back of his hand.
"You're no good either. Thinking that all my Seniors are this caliber of people really makes me feel unbelievable."
As a strong person, you must severely humiliate the weak.
Just like Xia Shang, every time he chopped the opponent, he would open his mouth and mock them.
Asou Yoshihiro knew this was the opponent deliberately provoking him, so he tried hard to adjust his mindset. However, even so, he couldn't keep up with Xia Shang's rhythm, he couldn't even clearly see Xia Shang's Sword movements.
After a few rounds.
Asou Yoshihiro was already drenched in sweat, while Xia Shang on the side was calm and composed.
At this moment, below the Arena, there was dead silence. Everyone's gaze revealed shock. After all, they had never seen anyone who could completely dominate Asou Yoshihiro in a way that was almost like playing. This was simply unimaginable, their Worldview was collapsing.
"Too weak, Asou-kun."
Asou Yoshihiro was curled up on the ground in pain, but because Xia Shang didn't attack the hand holding the Sword, he was still holding the Wooden Sword in his hand.
"Idiot, I'm going to chop you to death!" Asou Yoshihiro suddenly sprang up as if he saw the questioning gazes of the crowd below, and attacked Xia Shang's lower body with bloodshot Eyes. You should know there's no Protective gear down there, and generally in duels, students wouldn't attack that position.
This sudden dangerous scene made many people cry out in alarm. Yuuji and others below the Arena even more nervously shouted out.
"Mr. Xia, watch out for a Sneak Attack."
However, Xia Shang on the Arena seemed to have already predicted that Asou Yoshihiro would act desperately. With a crack, he knocked the Wooden Sword out of his hand. At the same time, the Sword tip in Xia Shang's hand was pointed directly at Asou Yoshihiro's throat.
The Referee who had just recovered hurriedly pulled the two apart.
At this moment, Asou Yoshihiro hadn't reacted yet. He was just standing there blankly with lifeless Eyes. "Still spacing out? It's already over."
Xia Shang reminded him.
"Impossible, it must be you... it's you..." Asou Yoshihiro couldn't get the word 'cheating' out for a long time, so he could only force an excuse: "If I hadn't used up all my Stamina when fighting Yuuji, I wouldn't have possibly lost to you."
Seeing Asou Yoshihiro stubbornly refuse to admit defeat, Xia Shang directly turned around and looked at that group of third-year students. "Trash is trash, always likes to make excuses for themselves. If you can't handle it, why don't you all come at once?"
After speaking, he again smiled and raised his middle finger.
"Bastard, don't think we're afraid of you."
Insult after insult, the few people couldn't stand it anymore. They all raised their Swords and rushed towards Xia Shang on the Arena.
"What? Sore losers?"
With a casual flick, Xia Shang flicked out a Sword Flourish. To be honest, he didn't care about these worthless rabble at all.
Following waves of pained cries, the few people who were just charging aggressively immediately clutched their right hands and wailed.
This scene stunned Yuuji. At this moment, a sentence Xia Shang had said suddenly echoed in his mind.
"I studied it for a while. It's a pretty good sport."
"This isn't just studying for a while, I'm afraid Mr. Xia's level can represent the School to compete in the National Competition."
While he was spacing out, Xia Shang had already walked down from the Arena, placed a hand on Yuuji's shoulder, and said leisurely, "What do you think, can I apply for Iron sword training? After all, this thing is too light."
Yuuji snapped back to his senses, his face flushed with excitement, and nodded enthusiastically: "Absolutely no problem, you're going to be famous now! I guarantee the entire School will know about you tomorrow, you're too strong! Not to mention getting a ranking in the National Competition, but in the Regional Competition, you're definitely one of the top few."
The people around now also looked at Xia Shang with fervent gazes.
Some even contained a hint of reverence.
"You're exaggerating too much, I just have a little bit of experience with Kendo." Xia Shang waved his hand. Being able to defeat those guys mainly relied on Reaction Ability far surpassing ordinary people; there wasn't much real Skill, and it wasn't even needed.
"No, I'm serious, even the Club President couldn't defeat so many people in such a short time."
The Japanese people's reverence for the strong is unimaginable.
At this moment, Xia Shang had clearly become the Idol of many students in the Kendo Club.
Xia Shang found it difficult to adapt to the feeling of becoming an Idol for a while and hurriedly squeezed out from the crowd. Afterwards, under Yuuji's guidance, he successfully applied for an Iron sword made of steel as his daily training equipment.
Walking on the Tokyo Street, Xia Shang had a long object wrapped in Black cloth on his back. It wasn't hard to tell from the upward curve of his mouth that he was in a good mood now. No wonder Homelander wanted everyone in the world to become his fans; this feeling of being worshipped is very special.
However, Xia Shang didn't immerse himself in this feeling for too long. He had never forgotten his pursuit: to become a true Ultimate Lifeform. Everything is illusory; only Strength and Truth are eternal.
The sky was getting darker and darker.
The direction Xia Shang was walking was towards some rarely visited Paths.
He vaguely remembered that the Parasytes in the Source Material usually hunted lone Humans in remote areas.
Rustle... Under the moonlight, on the road surface behind Xia Shang, a deep shadow with a twisted neck was cast.
(End of this chapter)