Chapter 55- The Prideful Mar-Dule
Sol then turned to the crowd of disciples walking in organized lines and saw that no one was paying attention to this scene.
In fact, they were actively ignoring it.
Hundreds of disciples were here but not one person stood out to stop this.
"AHHH!!"
The screams of the disciple being stomped on peaked as one stomp was vicious enough to break his arm.
Sol's eyes narrowed and he stepped forward to stop this.
However, a heavy hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.
"Whoa there, you don't want to do that."
Sol turned to see who it was and it turns out to be a rather chubby boy that was slightly taller than him.
He was wearing green robes, one of the colors Sol noticed was rare among the crowd of disciples here.
"What do you mean?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSol asked, wanting to know why this person stopped him.
The chubby boy released his grip on Sol's shoulder and then glanced at him from head to toe.
"Are you a new disciple that just completed the second test? You must be or else you wouldn't be crazy enough to go over there."
"Why?"
Sol asked again, this time his brows came together into a deep frown.
"Look, I'm just trying to help you. You see the red robes those people are wearing? That means they are from the Irregular Dharma Pavilion. It's well known that you don't catch the ire of a disciple from that Pavilion. They're all crazy just like their Headmaster, the Academy rules just don't apply to them. I don't know what that person did to upset them but his life in the Academy is over."
Sol's frown grew deeper.
"You must be new to the cultivation world as well. So let me give you another piece of advice, here in this world, the strong is right and the weak is ignored."
"My Father said the strong are supposed to protect the weak."
"I didn't know the Martial Alliance Academy was such a lawless place. How can they allow bullying like this to exist?"
The chubby youth turned to look at Sol with an amused expression.
"You must be new to the cultivation world as well. So let me give you another piece of advice, here in this world, the strong is right and the weak is ignored."
"My Father said the strong are supposed to protect the weak."
Sol immediately retorted, but the chubby youth's face only grew more amused.
Despite there being this many disciples in the surroundings, no one saw who had thrown those stones projectiles knocking everyone out.
The time between the first projectile being shot and the last one was only a split second. Their speed, strength, and accuracy were all insane, making the disciples try and speculate who had done it.
"Ha! If the person is this strong then it must be a powerful Senior that was annoyed with their actions. Even for them, beating up someone like this was going too far."
"Yeah, it must be a Senior with considerable status as well. It would explain how they weren't afraid to offend these disciples from the Irregular Dharma Pavilion. They also seem like they just entered the Academy."
"Tsk!… They only just entered the Academy but they're already beating up fellow disciples like this? The Irregular Dharma Pavilion is really getting out of control."
"Hey, watch what you say or else you might be next."
Meanwhile, the disciples in the surroundings were concluding who this mysterious person was, the chubby youth looked away from the unconscious pile of disciples and stared at Sol in shock and awe.
"You-Are you from the Barbarian Race?"
Sol was taken aback by this question, but he still nodded his head.
The chubby youth seeing this, grinned as he said with a laugh.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I knew you were. I could instantly tell by how you aimed for their pressure points. Only someone from my Barbarian Race could understand the physical body like that!"
"Ah! You're from the Barbarian Race too?"
Sol looked at the chubby youth with a dumbfounded expression.
It was known that the Barbarian Race was composed of people with ridiculously large muscular physiques. But this person who looked like he had never worked out a day in his life said he was from the Barbarian Race?
Seeing Sol's reaction, the chubby youth didn't get angry but instead placed his hands on his waist and puffed out his chest as he said.
"I am, and my name is Mar-Dule!"
The youth now known as Mar-Dule said his name with pride. It seems he expected Sol to instantly recognize his name and become filled with shock.
However, when Mar-Dule saw that Sol only looked at him with a confused expression, he was stupefied.
"You-You don't know who I am?"
Sol shook his head.
"Should I know?"
"Ah!"
Mar-Dule suddenly released a shocked cry and looked at Sol like he had just grown four heads.
"You're from the Barbarian Race but you don't know who I am?! Well, let me tell you! I am the greatest genius that has ever appeared in the Barbarian Race in the past 10,000 years!!"
As Mar-Dule yelled this, his chubby belly jiggled with immense vigor.