Forbidden Zone of the Human Race

Xiang Ning was exasperated. As they said, you become who you spend time with. After spending so much time with major scientists, he must look like them by now. That was why, when he entered, many people had sensed the difference. To them, Xiang Ning was the God of War who solo-challenged Third School and Hanwu Academy, and the pride of Qiling Academy. He was no soft scholar.

Liu Ruoxue entered next to him, then pointed out the Aurig students to him. Xiang Ning then walked over.

“Look, Xiang Ning noticed them!”

“Look at his murderous glare! He’s going to get his revenge!”

“These bastards have been nothing but arrogant, Xiang Ning will humble them!”

The Qiling Academy students cheered and hollered upon his arrival.

Feng Yi’s face turned green, her urge to leave getting stronger as the cheers grew louder. She had shot herself in the foot. The moment Xiang Ning had appeared, the students, who initially looked angry, hopeless, and helpless, suddenly brightened up as if life had been injected into them.

Her bitterness spread across the rest of the special trainees.

“Look, Xiang Ning is walking over!”

Xiang Ning made a beeline for the Aurig students the moment he identified them, though his intentions remained unknown. His expression remained calmly neutral.

Monk snickered, about to step forward when Nathan stopped him. Nathan held no respect for these students; all that was left was his condescending glare. However, he wanted to see what this one was up to.

The Qiling Academy students craned their necks to watch, waiting for Xiang Ning to strike and win back their dignities. However, what happened next shocked the crowd. Xiang Ning switched to a casual demeanor, smiling like he was meeting an old friend he had not seen in a while.

What was he doing?

Not just the Qiling Academy students, even the elites of the Aurig Academy could barely respond.

“Idiots! Idiots! Welcome to Qiling Academy.” Xiang Ning reached out to grab Monk’s hand and shook it hard, first greeting them in a Western language, then welcoming them in Chinese.

The crowd was dumbstruck.

When Feng Yi saw Xiang Ning’s expression, she had been coldly smirking because she thought he was acting that way because he knew them. But now what was he up to?

“What’s going on?”

“Based on the little Western language I know, Xiang Ning is... insulting them?”

No one could guess what he was up to.

As for Monk, whose hand was still held by Xiang Ning, he was furious and jerked his hand away only to realize in terror that he could not. Impossible, how could he be so strong!?

Monk looked at the grinning man in disbelief, his face sullen. Nathan, who was next to them, was equally furious, but having a strict upbringing allowed him to control his emotions.

“You must be Xiang Ning. If I heard that right, I believe you were insulting us? Is that what your beautiful Chinese values represent?” Nathan said in Chinese.

Xiang Ning froze, then let go of Monk’s hand, chuckling as he continued speaking in a combination of Chinese and Western language. “Idiots, Idiots. I don’t think I’m insulting anyone. I learned this from an uncle from the West, he told me it’s a greeting.”

Someone burst out in laughter. If they understood it right, Xiang Ning thought ‘idiots’ meant ‘hello’. It didn’t matter if he was doing it on purpose, it was still hilarious!

But the faces of those from the Aurig Academy turned sullen. What the hell was that explanation?

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This was how foreigners sounded when they first arrived in China; there would always be a few people who misunderstood the language and caused huge conflicts. It was the same when the Chinese learned Western languages.

Xiang Ning gave an innocent look and chuckled, “What?”

Even Feng Yi, who didn’t like Xiang Ning, couldn’t help but laugh. Of course the rest did the same.

Nathan clenched his fist, about to explode, when Natalia stepped up and said, “Nice to meet you, Xiang Ning, my name is Natalia. The word you used isn’t a greeting.” As she spoke, she grabbed Nathan’s hand.

Nathan took a deep breath, then paused for three seconds. The anger on his face turned into condescension.

“Xiang Ning, I heard you easily beat Sakar, even knocking away a tier three teacher in one strike. That’s why I came all the way here to learn from you upon hearing your reputation.” Nathan was speaking the Western language, his eyes filled with disgust. It didn’t matter if this guy was as powerful as the rumors, his appearance made Nathan very uncomfortable. Especially with his fake ‘greeting’ that seemed both purposeful and a genuine mistake at the same time. He felt like this was a low-quality man.

“It’s nothing, I can also knock down tier fours now,” Xiang Ning said with a chuckle. He didn’t find anything wrong with that; he had indeed knowingly provoked a tier four Beast General when he was in tier two, and now he was in tier three.

On the way there, Xiang Ning had upgraded his Mental Power to tier three, four-stars, so now he could control forty blades. If he unleashed his full strength, Xiang Ning knew that even a tier four martial artist would have to run, and if his opponent were the same tier as him… they would either die or be crippled.

“You speak the Western language!” Monk gasped when Xiang Ning answered without the help of a translator. That meant Xiang Ning had knowingly been insulting them!

“I didn’t say I couldn’t,” Xiang Ning smirked.

“Then you were clearly trying to insult us! Do you know the consequences of that?!” Monk was a large man who stood as tall as a tower. He was very intimidating.

“Hey, that uncle told me it was a dialect, alright?” Xiang Ning indignantly explained.

A dialect?!

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Nathan stopped Monk with a cold sneer. “So this is what you Chinese stand for? Just wit and jokes? I hope you’re as strong as they say.”

“President Nathan, there’s no need to waste your time on second-rate students like him. Let me teach him what respect means.”

“We only show respect to those who deserve it. What right do you have to demand respect from us? Your combat abilities? I’d be glad to entertain our guests!” Xiang Ning’s voice reached a crescendo, echoing in all directions. The students who had long held in their anger felt their blood begin boiling with passion!

Doge & Chacha's Thoughts

It's called a dialect, bitch