"Hit! Hit his head, with force!"
Besides those fighting, there were those fanning the flames.
Taoist Techniques clashed in every tiny detail, not leaking out. Every move was hundreds of years of refinement; if someone with a bloodthirsty mindset saw it, even death might be considered worth the ticket price.
But as an audience, Zhang Ze was not bloodthirsty and hadn't paid. All he wanted now was to finish class and leave.
Yet he couldn't get a word in.
Seeing no one paying attention to him, Zhang Ze quietly shrunk down behind the podium, pulled out a small walnut, and sought external help.
Going directly to the mother-in-law seemed embarrassing, so he had to take a roundabout way to save the day.
[Zhang Ze: Junior Sister, please help. I can't control the class anymore.]
[Chen Qin: Oh, really? I don't believe it.]
[Zhang Ze: Seriously, I'm not joking with you. I'm feeling overwhelmed.]
[Chen Qin: What's going on?]
