Having seemingly heard an amusing reply, Zhou Tieyi, his clothes just as soaked by the night rain as the others, let out a booming laugh. He said to Wang Mingyi, "I am now three parts inclined to believe you. However, if you still only harbor hatred for me, then I certainly do not believe you could ever defeat me."
As he spoke, the students of the Imperial Academy around them had already sensed that something was amiss. The Che Wenyuan whom Wang Mingyi was carrying on his back had no breath left; he had already passed away silently in this rainy night.
The dozen or so students who had previously followed Wang Mingyi to intercept Che Wenyuan were seized with rage, their eyes splitting as they glared at the still-laughing Zhou Tieyi. Many clenched their fists and began to step forward.
Chapter 127