Can You Not Step on My Face When Beating Me Up?

Although Ling Yichen grumbled in his heart, he still slung the backpack down resignedly before deftly unsheathing his sword and attacking the five older students with lightning-quick reflexes. Though his opponents were his seniors, there wasn't even a hint of fear upon Ling Yichen's face. Clearly, Ling Yichen didn't even deem these five individuals worthy of his acknowledgement.

Ling Yichen's gaze was razor-sharp as he circulated his Battle Qi. With white light emitting from his sword, he rushed swiftly towards the leader of the group—the scar-faced archer who had aimed his arrow at Ling Chuxi. Scarface had made the assumption that Ling Chuxi was simply a tag-along, a weakling Ling Yichen wanted to protect—the weak link in their group of two. Ling Yichen could tell what scar-face thought, so once he drew his sword, he attacked him first.