C41 Domineering Freshman

Wei Yi didn't even know what that support person meant. He coldly glanced around, then laid down on the table and prepared to sleep.

"Hey, didn't you hear what I said to you?" Carl. The first time someone talked to him and wanted to go to sleep, it was so arrogant!

Wei Yi ignored Karl. Barham silently buried his head in his arms and narrowed his eyes. He wasn't used to being watched by so many people, so pretending to sleep was the best response.

"Brat, it's not that I didn't warn you, do you know who I am?" Carl. Barham endured his anger. If Wei Yi wasn't Nong Xuejia's cousin, he would have definitely slapped him hard.

Wei Yi didn't even raise his head and felt that Karl was right. There was something wrong with Barham, and who he was had nothing to do with him.

"Brat, the principal is my uncle. Even if I cripple you today, do you believe that I will still be able to sit in class properly tomorrow?" Carl. Barham threatened.

Wei Yi still did not react. So what if your father is the President, the assassins in the Asura, to the day they were trained to assassinate people that are above the President's level. There is no power in this world that they fear.

If there was one, it would be their organization — Asura!

"I'm level eight of the Kickboxing Path!" Carl. Seeing that Wei Yi was fearless, he did not dare make a move. Hearing that even Asian knew martial arts, he did not want to lose face in front of his classmates.

Carl. Barham knew very well that the reason he was able to become the class's overlord in the first year of high school was because of his name. Many people were afraid of angering the principal, not because they were good at fighting.

"Level eight of the Punch Path?"

Wei Yi finally raised his head slightly. Barham's topic had piqued his interest. He had always heard the instructor say that people in the outside world liked to use levels to divide their killing techniques. It was a childish action.

To the killers, the real boxer was not Tyson at all, but Anthony. A man like Marcus.

Anthony. Marcus was born in Nicosia, nicknamed the Infernal King. He was only 1.88 meters tall and weighed 102 kilograms.

He was one of the best fighters in the Siberian training camp. His record on the black market: 168 battles 167 wins 1 loss, of which 114 were shot to death by "crazy" Alain Pedera.

Tyson was good, but at Anthony. In front of a person like Markos, he would definitely be instantly killed. One reason was because of the nature of the competition, while the other was because of survival.

Anthony. Marcus wasn't suitable for the outside world, and Tyson wasn't suitable for Black Fists either.

Wei Yi's interest was quickly extinguished. Barham looked like a half pig, so how could he be a level eight interceptor? Even if he was, he would only know how to use fancy moves.

Wei Yi despised Karl. Barham took one look, and continued to meditate, not wanting to waste any of his time with such a person.

"You're courting death!"

Carl. Barham's fat face immediately dropped, as he angrily slapped Wei Yi's head. Puchi!

Ah!

The girls were shocked, as if they saw Wei Yi being forced into a corner by Karl. The scene of Barham's heavy palm slapping out of his head.

"Bam!"

However, what the girls were afraid of didn't happen. Instead, it was Carl. Like a rubber ball, Barham was sent flying with a kick by Wei Yi. He knocked over several tables beside him and started rolling on the ground while perspiring in cold sweat.

All of the students around Wei Yi's table jumped in fright, dodging far away as if they were really afraid of getting dragged into this mess.

Such speed!

This was the reaction of the students, when Wei Yi made his move, if not for the students at the side, they would not have been able to see when Wei Yi made his move.

The classroom suddenly became silent. They finally realized who was the true overlord of their class, Karl. Barham was just a joke in front of Wei Yi.

Even Nong Xuejia was shocked, he did not think that Wei Yi would actually dare to hit someone, and immediately reached out to grab onto Wei Yi's arm, afraid that he would go crazy and kill Karl. Barham.

"Teacher is here!"

Some of the students cried out in alarm before hurriedly returning to their seats, afraid that this matter would implicate them.

Wei Yi cast a "I won't kill him" look at Nong Xuejia, then indifferently sat on his own seat and waited for class.

"Don't do anything rash, or my dad will have a hard time dealing with it." Nong Xuejia was still a little worried, so he reminded her in a small voice. Then, he nervously went back to his seat and sat down.

Carl. Barham struggled to get up from the ground. Although he hated Wei Yi, he did not want his teacher to know about this matter.

Towards a little overlord like him, if he let his teacher uphold justice for him, even if Wei Yi were to be expelled, he would not be willing to accept it.

However, Wei Yi's kick was too powerful, in that moment, it was as though he saw the Death God calling to him, and he almost gasped for breath, how could he still have the strength to get up.

Actually, Carl. Barham did not know that Wei Yi's kick could be considered light. If he had used half of his strength, Karl would have been dead. Barham had already lost his life.

I saw Carl. Barham struggled on the ground like a dead fish, causing Wei Yi to frown. He never thought that the students of the schools in the outside world would be so hard to beat, he would have to pay more attention to in the future. He was not afraid of killing people, but he was afraid of causing trouble for Nong Xuejia.

Asura allowed his own killers to kill as they pleased, but the condition was that they could not cause trouble for their employers or organizations. This was according to the killer's rules, and he had to follow it.

"What's going on?"

Carl. In the end, Barham was unable to climb into one of the empty seats in the back before the teacher arrived. Following the sound of his voice, a potbellied fatty wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses walked into the classroom.

The classroom was completely silent. No one was willing to take the initiative to tell them the truth.

Whether it's a new student or Carl. Barham, no one they dare offend.

Wei Yi asked Carl. If Barham dared to fight, of course they wouldn't run off and mess with him. Barham usually relied on his good background to show off to his classmates. After getting beaten up today, they thanked Wei Yi and did things that they had always wanted to do but didn't dare to do.

The person who had arrived swept his gaze over the students in his class. Seeing that no one had answered him, and then staring intently at the students lying on the floor, his expression changed greatly. He quickly ran over and helped Karl up. Barham.

"The freshmen are definitely going to die this time. The homeroom teacher is definitely going for Karl." Barham, hearing that the selection of the class director is imminent, whether he can become the director will depend on Karl. Barham's beautiful words. "

The students began to discuss softly, looking at Wei Yi with a sympathetic gaze. It was rare to see a student who did not fear the powerful nobles, they did not wish for Wei Yi to be expelled.

The head teacher tried his best to beat Carl. Barham helped him to his feet, then shouted with a darkened face, "Squad leader, tell us what happened. Who bullied the outstanding students of our class?"

A little fatty with skin as white as a woman's stood up helplessly, and pointed at him while looking at the calm Wei Yi.

The homeroom teacher followed the homeroom teacher's finger and looked towards Wei Yi, who was beside her. Only then did she notice that there was an additional special freshman beside her, a Asian.