Chapter 83: Defeating Them All

To be honest, Lekai had never thought much of these spoiled rich kids. Even if they relied on their families to forcibly boost their strength, they had pitifully little real combat experience. Defeating such opponents, even if they were two levels higher, was hardly a challenge. Yet Lekai truly couldn’t understand one thing: this fat giant Iron King Kong had obviously undergone costly physical enhancements, with strength close to a martial artist’s. With today’s advanced technology, eliminating obesity shouldn’t be difficult—so why was he still so fat?

That’s the limit of physical enhancement, after all. True energy must be cultivated and comprehended by oneself; it can’t be obtained externally.

Lambo explained, “This guy’s an oddball—he thinks being fat makes him look imposing and intimidating.”

Lekai was taken aback, but looking at Iron King Kong’s body—twice the size of an average student—he certainly stood out and looked quite formidable.

Pushing open the glass door, Lambo exclaimed excitedly, “Now I’ll show off my kingly presence. I’ll go up there and put him in his place. Boss, you’d better have my back!”

Before Lekai could reply, Lambo strode up to the big fat man and barked, “Iron King Kong, why aren’t you standing when you see your boss? Looking for a beating, are you?”

The whole class was shaken.

All eyes were fixed on the scene.

Iron King Kong stared in disbelief at the fierce Lambo before him, unable to comprehend why Lambo, who used to avoid him, would suddenly dare to challenge him head-on today.

“Boss Lambo, you’ve finally arrived! I, Wu Qingyi, have been waiting for you for so long!”

From his seat, Wu Qingyi called out excitedly, rudely shoving aside classmates in his way to get to Lambo’s side. Pointing at Iron King Kong, he shouted, “You big oaf, don’t think being huge makes you special! All that fat, and you sit in the front row—you’re a damned disgrace! Now that my boss is here, you’d better get yourself to the back row where you belong. Do you know, my boss just crippled a martial-level expert on the sports field! I suggest you wise up and kneel!”

Iron King Kong seemed to have just heard the funniest joke in the world. He threw back his head in raucous laughter, the stench from his mouth nearly overwhelming Lambo. Lekai pinched his nose and snapped angrily, “Have some decency, will you? Even if you’re trash, you don’t need to stink up the place to prove it!”

He stepped forward without hesitation and slapped Iron King Kong’s fleshy face hard.

The resounding smack stunned the entire room. Everyone stared in disbelief, their minds reeling. Since when had a second-class citizen been able to enter the prestigious academy and even raise a hand against the class bully? It was all so fantastical that Iron King Kong himself was momentarily dazed. Only when the fiery pain spread across his cheek and the taste of blood filled his mouth did he let out a thunderous roar, flipping his desk and leaping to his feet.

Lekai’s eyes narrowed as he instantly employed his movement technique, kicking the desk aside and returning to his spot in a flash—otherwise, Lambo would likely have been knocked out cold by the flying desk. The movement was so swift that no one noticed; Lambo, hands instinctively raised to protect his head, found the desk already shattered and tossed aside, as if he had blocked it effortlessly.

This display of skill left the class in awe and drew a round of applause and cheers. Most noble children were pampered, sending their bodyguards to do their dirty work. Apart from martial fanatics like Xi Bao and Hua Wu, few had real strength—they were mere martial arts enthusiasts. What Lambo had just shown was exactly what they admired.

Iron King Kong looked at Lambo in shock, then at Lekai. He wasn’t about to let either of them off. He had always been the king of the school; the whole class had feared him since childhood. Now, in front of everyone, he’d been humiliated by these two, even slapped by a lowly second-class citizen. Such an outrage would go down in history. If he tolerated this, he wouldn’t deserve the title of class bully.

After a brief moment’s thought, he decided to target the easy prey—the second-class citizen. His massive hand swept toward Lekai with the force of a hurricane.

Lekai’s expression changed dramatically. With a startled cry, he raised his arms to block. There was a loud bang, and under Iron King Kong’s ferocious assault, Lekai’s small body was sent flying, rolling more than two meters and nearly tumbling out of the classroom.

At the same moment, Iron King Kong’s face twisted in confusion and shock, his mouth quivering but unable to make a sound.

Crash!

Right then, Lambo lunged forward, swinging his fist and landing a heavy blow to the fat man’s belly. Though he lacked true energy, his strength was nearly at a martial artist’s level—a force to be reckoned with. With a muffled groan, the two-hundred-pound giant was knocked off his feet, crashing into the back row and snapping a desk in half, left sprawled and unable to rise.

Lambo stared at his fist in astonishment, barely able to believe it.

Lekai had already gotten up, clutching his arm as he sidled up to Lambo and flattered, “Boss Lambo, you’re incredible! This fat pig is nothing before you—couldn’t even put up a fight!”

A cold glint flashed in Wu Qingyi’s eyes, but he immediately joined in, cheering, “Boss, you’re invincible! Unmatched in the world!”

The whole class paused, then erupted in applause and cheers, all eager to curry favor with the new king, Lambo. To fell the long-standing class tyrant with a single punch, and with such a powerful background—supported by the mayor—this was a leader far superior to the bullying Iron King Kong.

Lambo burst into hearty laughter. “This fat fool has been using his bulk to bully everyone for years. I’ve been sick of him for a long time. I was going to give him a chance to mend his ways, but he just couldn’t change his nature. For the sake of a harmonious and stable learning environment, I had no choice but to put him in his place. I hope you all understand. I, Lambo, am no tyrant, but a gentleman. I’ll never force anyone to do what they don’t want. But I will fight to the end for the honor of our class—and if anyone dares disregard that honor, let this fat pig be your warning.”

“Boss, you’re so cool!”

“Boss, you’re mighty! We’ll follow you wherever you lead, through fire or water!”

“For the honor of the class, for Boss Lambo—let’s cheer!”

“United, we’ll rule the school! Long live the boss!”

…

For a while, the room echoed with praise and flattery. The girls’ flirtatious glances nearly made Lambo faint with excitement.

In the end, Lekai quietly tugged his sleeve, bringing him back down to earth. Lambo raised his voice: “Everyone, quiet down and listen to me.”

With both hands gesturing for silence, like a true leader, he stepped up to the podium with Lekai. Instantly, the class fell silent, all eyes fixed on the pair, bright with interest and anticipation.

Only now did everyone seem to notice that there was a second-class citizen in the classroom.

How could this be?

Weren’t second-class citizens forbidden from enrolling in this school?

But then, remembering Lambo’s family background, everyone was reassured. In Huazhong City, the mayor was like a god—he could do as he pleased. At least, that was what most people believed.