Chapter 59: What the F*ck... This Guy is a Feeble Scholar?!

The leader of the vicious thugs wore a cruel and mocking sneer. In his eyes, his prey—the university president who had kept his head bowed the entire time—looked as though he had completely given up resisting.

He relished moments like this.

He relished the sadistic pleasure of grinding a lofty figure beneath his heel.

The blade traced a chilling, pale arc in the lamphlet light, its tip aimed straight at He Yu’s heart.

He advanced step by step, his leather shoes producing a dull, rhythmic thud against the floor—the beating drum of a death knell tolling for his prey.

"President He, don't blame us. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too..."

The final word of his taunt was forever trapped in his throat.

A tenth of a second before the blade's tip was about to touch the fabric over He Yu's chest, that drooping gaze—which had seemed pinned by sheer terror—moved.

No, his entire body moved.

Not retreating, not dodging, but a resolute, utterly reckless charge that completely defied the instinct for survival!

He Yu’s torso seemed instantly stripped of all bones, leaning to the left in an eerily flexible posture, his center of gravity pressed extremely low. The dagger thrusting at his heart brushed past his ribs by a hair's breadth, the generated gust of wind even fluttering the corner of his jacket.

The thug's pupils violently contracted.

Too fast!

This was not a reaction speed that any frail scholar should possess!

Before the thought could fully form, a destructive force struck from his blind spot.

As he lunged forward, He Yu’s right hand swept across the wide desk, scooping up a heavy, pure copper gold-plated trophy.

Without a moment's pause, he twisted his waist and core, his arm acting like a taut steel cable as it drove the trophy in a vicious, matchless arc.

His target was not the head, nor the torso.

It was the opponent's knife-wielding wrist!

"Bang!"

A dull thud sounded, far more teeth-setting than the snap of bone. It was the purest impact of metal against flesh and bone.

"Crack!"

Following right behind was the crisp, scalp-tingling sound of fracturing bone.

The bones in the thug's wrist were snapped straight in half by this ferocious, peerless blow, the stark white shards of bone even piercing through the skin and exposed to the air.

"Ah—!"

A blood-curdling scream, hardly human, echoed through the entire office.

The excruciating pain pierced like a red-hot iron rod straight into his central nervous system. The world spun before his eyes; he could no longer hold the dagger, and with a crisp clatter, it dropped onto the gleaming floor.

However, He Yu's attack had only just begun.

He afforded his enemy not a single moment to catch his breath or retreat.

The instant the thug's body stiffened from agonizing pain, He Yu closed in, the tip of his left elbow functioning like a battle-axe blade packed with an intensely condensed explosive force, striking squarely and unerringly against the man's temple.

No wasted motions.

Not a shred of hesitation.

This was the most concise, efficient, and lethal form of military combat.

The thug's scream was cut short mid-air, as if an invisible hand had choked his neck. His eyes rolled up sharply, whites filling his entire sockets, and his body lost all strength, collapsing limply to one side and slamming onto the floor without another sound.

Knocked out cold on the spot.

All of this—from He Yu rising to his feet to the thug hitting the ground—took no more than two breaths of time.

In a flash of lightning.

Swift as a falcon striking its prey.

Inside the office, the sneers on the faces of the remaining four thugs froze entirely, replaced by uncontainable shock and bewilderment.

What had they just witnessed?

In a single exchange, their hardest-hitting boss—a desperado notorious in the underworld for his ruthlessness—had been neatly and decisively crippled by this president who was supposedly devoid of the strength to truss a chicken?

Was this fucking a frail scholar?!

This terrifying martial prowess, this pinpoint precision, these icy eyes devoid of a single ripple of emotion... this was clearly a precision machine born solely for slaughter!

After a brief, suffocating silence, a more frantic and ferocious bloodlust erupted.

Their long life on the run told them there was no way back now.

"Fuck! Take him down!"

"All together!"

The four thugs roared like beasts, lunging at He Yu simultaneously from different directions.

Inside the cramped office, murderous intent instantly surged.

He Yu’s gaze was as cold as frost, his brain entering a state of absolute, calm calculation at this very moment.

To his front-left, one man thrust forward with a knife, powerful and heavy.

To his front-right, one man threw a punch, cutting off his escape route.

Behind him, two men flanked him, intending to seal off his retreat.

A desperate situation.

To an ordinary person, this was a dead end with zero chance of survival.

But for He Yu, this confined space instead became his home turf.

He discarded all flashy moves, every muscle and joint in his body executing hard-earned combat instincts.

Kick!

Strike!

Throw!

Lock!

Facing the second thug lunging at him, He Yu neither retreated nor dodged, his body suddenly sinking as his right leg whipped out like a steel lash, tearing through the air with a whistling sound as it violently targeted the man's supporting knee.

"Crack!"

Another bone-chilling fracture echoed.

The thug's kneecap was shattered on the spot, his entire lower leg bending outward at an unnatural angle. He emitted a muffled grunt, instantly losing balance and tumbling forward uncontrollably.

The exact moment his body leaned forward, leaving his defenses completely wide open, He Yu moved.

His movements were so fast they left afterimages behind, accurately seizing the opponent's knife-wielding wrist and smoothly wresting it away.

The icy dagger instantly changed hands.

He Yu did not use the blade's edge.

Twisting his wrist, he used the heavy spine of the blade to strike viciously at the opponent's carotid sinus the moment the man lost his balance and exposed his neck completely.

"Thud!"

The thug's body gave a violent jolt, the fierce light in his eyes rapidly dispersing, replaced by blankness and emptiness. He didn't even manage to let out a scream before crashing face-first onto the floor, twitching violently a couple of times before completely losing mobility.

Meanwhile, the sneak attack from behind had already arrived!

Two fierce gusts of wind targeted the back of his head and his spine.

He Yu didn't even turn his head.

It was as if he had eyes in the back of his head, predicting the attack from behind with absolute clarity.

His upper body whipped backward, his waist erupting with astonishing flexibility and strength in a flawless back-bending iron plank bridge, dodging the fatal blows by the slimmest of margins.

The two ambushing thugs missed their mark, and due to their excessive momentum, their bodies stiffened for a split second.

Now!

He Yu’s hands pushed fiercely against the floor, his entire body whipping back up like a spring. His legs crossed in mid-air like giant shears, tightly locking around one man's neck.

The thug felt his neck tighten as an irresistible, immense force seized him. Amidst a dizzying spin, his entire body was dragged by that momentum and smashed heavily into his companion.

"Bang!"

The two collided like rolling gourds and crashed to the floor.

Before they could scramble up, He Yu had already landed, planting a foot squarely on the chest of the man he had choked, robbing him of any remaining ability to resist.

The last remaining thug had now been completely scared out of his wits.

Looking at his groaning companions scattered across the floor, and at He Yu standing in the center unscathed, his breathing barely even accelerated, a chill shot straight from the soles of his feet to his crown.

A demon!

This wasn't a human being!

He turned and tried to run.

However, the moment he turned, he felt the back of his neck tighten. A tremendous force gripped him, lifting his entire body straight off the ground with his feet dangling.

Holding the man's neck with one hand, He Yu hoisted him toward the desk and then smashed him heavily downward.

"Boom!"

With a loud crash, the thug's head made intimate contact with the hard solid-wood tabletop. Without even a groan, he completely lost consciousness.

In less than three minutes.

Five blade-wielding, vicious thugs were all sprawled across the floor.

Broken bones, knocked unconscious, incapacitated... inside the office, only suppressed groans of pain remained.

The entire process was like a textbook combat demonstration—clean, decisive, and efficient, brimming with a suffocating aesthetic of violence.

And all of this was clearly recorded and livestreamed by the inconspicuous hidden security camera tucked away in the corner.