Chapter 355 — Do Evil Enough and You Destroy Yourself

The audience below shut their eyes, unwilling to watch the bloody scene; even Lin Yanhe went pale with fright, not knowing what to do.

But would Yang Ce really be struck by the knife? If Li Jiasheng could hit Yang Ce, then Yang Ce might as well stop being the disciple of the King of Assassins and go pledge himself to the King of the Assassinated instead.

At that critical instant, Yang Ce casually flicked a hand toward the blade... Of course, an ordinary person would never dare do such a thing—who uses a bare hand to deflect a throwing knife? Wasn't that courting death?

A single misstep and the hand would be ruined.

But for Yang Ce this was child's play. Where his hand lightly touched was the flat of the blade and the handle—he never came near the tip or the edge! And so, unfortunately for Li Jiasheng, the knife spun sharply off Yang Ce's hand and shot straight toward Li Jiasheng's own crotch. All of this happened in a flash. Li Jiasheng was terrified; even though he had seen the knife turned back by Yang Ce and tried to dodge, he was still a step too slow. The knife grazed the outside of his thigh, slicing a huge gash in his long robe and opening a cut on his leg, sending a stabbing pain through him.

"Ooh..." At this spectacular sight, the audience boiled over again, cheering and waving their arms—in their hearts, Yang Ce had become a living legend.

"You—are you doing this on purpose?" Having come off the worse, Li Jiasheng was instantly furious, pointing at Yang Ce and roaring in a rage.

But before Yang Ce could speak, the audience below would have none of it. You threw a knife at someone, they deflected it back, and now you're the one who's upset? You're the one crying foul?

"Since when did your throws have any accuracy? Yang Ce just deflected the knife away—how could that have any accuracy?" Tian Yan seized the moment to flip on the megaphone again and shout up at the stage.

A word woke the dreamers. The audience had already been displeased; now, spurred on by Tian Yan, they grew even angrier! "You're the villain playing the victim! You threw a knife at someone, it got deflected back, and you still have the nerve to ask if he did it on purpose?"

"Exactly! How could a deflected knife possibly have any aim? What do you think this is, some wuxia TV drama?"

"Want to know why the deflected knife ended up in Li Jiasheng's own body? Simple! What goes around comes around! Do evil enough and you destroy yourself—you tried to harm someone, and Heaven punished you for it!"

"Stop wasting words on him! If he doesn't want to perform, let him get off the stage and let Yang Ce and Lin Yanhe perform—we don't want to watch this clown anyway!" "Get off! Get off! Get off!" "Yang Ce is mighty! Yang Ce is mighty! Zhiyun, go! Zhiyun, go!"

Li Jiasheng realized he had made a huge mistake. He had spoken in a fit of rage without thinking, and regretted it the instant the words left his mouth! The audience was no fool, and now he found himself in a truly awkward position, unable to advance or retreat! Ren Jianren was furious at Li Jiasheng. Even if you hate Yang Ce, curse him after you get off the stage! If nothing else, drag him into some corner and beat him up—but don't do it on stage! Wasn't this just asking for humiliation? At that thought, he shot Li Jiasheng a vicious glare; today they had lost face in a big way! Li Jiasheng's face went red, then white, then green, then purple. He wanted to explain, but the swarm of accusations and curses from below gave him no chance to open his mouth.

"What was that just now?" The school officials sensed something was off too. Though they didn't know whether Li Jiasheng's leg was injured, they were worried about an uncontrollable conflict breaking out on stage.

Given how things were developing, Ren Jianren and Li Jiasheng were bound to be booed off stage—but Yang Ce didn't want them to leave so soon. His killing move hadn't even been played yet; he had only just taught Li Jiasheng a lesson. Ren Jianren, though, had yet to receive his—and Yang Ce had to teach that fellow a lesson before it was over.

Yang Ce knew perfectly well how much force he had put into deflecting that knife. Even if Li Jiasheng had dodged, a huge gash on his thigh was inevitable—enough to keep him in pain for days.

"All right, everyone, quiet down and hear me out for a moment." Yang Ce walked to the microphone and spoke into it.

If Ren Jianren or Li Jiasheng had said such a thing, the audience would certainly not have quieted; they would have gone on cursing and accusing. But the moment Yang Ce opened his mouth, the auditorium fell silent! Yang Ce had already become the idol of these university students—they would have embroidered "Yang Ge v5" on their clothes to prove how much they supported him—so when he spoke, they were sure to listen.

Before this, many of the male students had come only to see Lin Yanhe—she was the campus beauty, after all—so the boys had come with the mind of feasting their eyes, and toward the performance itself, they were merely there for the spectacle. There wasn't a single girl worth his attention.