Nuoding Academy, back hill.
The news that Xiao Wu wanted to challenge Yang Yuan spread like wildfire, thanks to her own deliberate advertising.
The people of the Seventh Dormitory and Xiao Chenyu's group hurried to the back hill to watch this 'epic showdown.'
After all, Xiao Wu wasn't weak, and now she had obtained her first spirit ring.
By contrast, although Yang Yuan's battle record was fearsome, his Spirit Power Level was a notch below Xiao Wu's.
So who would laugh last? Even Xiao Chenyu's crowd dared not jump to conclusions.
Yang Yuan stood in an open patch behind the hill, his gaze fixed on Xiao Wu's smooth face seven or eight metres away, lingering for a second on her eyes.
The dark circles under her eyes had vanished the moment she condensed her first spirit ring, restoring her cute, dewy look.
Pity—this pretty face was about to suffer again.
Yang Yuan grinned.
He definitely would not hold back.
Against a little brat like Xiao Wu, only a heavy fist could earn her respect.
His smile sent an involuntary shiver through Xiao Wu.
But when she caught the direction of his stare, she guessed his thoughts at once and ground her teeth in anger.
You bastard, Yang Yuan—still plotting against my eyes?
Watch how this granny fixes you today!
Hands on hips, Xiao Wu instantly invoked Martial Soul Possession.
Pink light radiated from her body and her eyes turned rose.
A yellow spirit ring spiralled up from beneath her feet.
Gasps of shock burst from the onlookers at the sight of the century-old ring.
Even Xiao Chenyu had only absorbed a ten-year ring.
'A century ring!'
'Boss Yang's in trouble now!' Xiao Chenyu muttered.
As far as he knew, Yang Yuan—strong as he was—had yet to get his first ring.
He had still beaten Xiao Chenyu, a One-Ring Spirit Master.
Yet among One-Ring Spirit Masters there are grades.
Xiao Chenyu knew exactly how light he weighed.
Any One-Ringer with a century ring could flatten him, let alone Xiao Wu.
The Seventh Dormitory huddled together.
Even they felt Yang Yuan's chances of victory were slim.
After her Martial Soul Possession, Xiao Wu shot Yang Yuan a cocky look.
'Xiao Yuanzi, even if you beg for mercy now, Sister Xiao Wu won't go easy.'
'Hahaha, prepare to be pummelled into a pig's head!'
'Pig's head?' Yang Yuan sneered, glancing sideways at her.
'Not a bad idea.'
'But the one who'll end up a pig is you!'
Furious, Xiao Wu's face flushed red and she yelled,
'You little Yuanzi, take this!'
Before the words finished, pink light flashed and she catapulted herself at him.
The wind howled; to the watchers she was a pink blur.
Everyone stared, only to see Yang Yuan stand motionless.
He moved only when she was within three metres.
In his dual pupils Chaos light flickered; his feet stamped.
In the next second he burst straight at Xiao Wu.
Her pupils shook.
Yang Yuan was too fast, too sudden.
He was upon her before she could react.
Clearly too late.
Before she could strike, a fist the size of a sandbag ballooned in her vision.
Guess what the fist-sized shadow was?
Yang Yuan's fist, of course.
No!
The moment that thought flashed through her mind, the sandbag fist smashed into her dewy cheek.
Bang!
Darkness filled her eyes; her unstoppable Aura snapped and she staggered back.
Before the pain registered, she saw his white teeth and another expanding shadow.
'Again?'
She shrieked, to no avail.
Left hook, right hook, uppercut—Yang Yuan aimed every blow at her head.
And he measured the force perfectly.
Enough to daze, not damage.
Gasps and shouts burst from the crowd.
Who could have foreseen that Yang Yuan, without a ring, could pummel the ring-bearing Xiao Wu?
Worse, she had no chance to counter.
His onslaught was savage!
Thinking of her once-cute face, the onlookers sighed.
Boss Yang truly showed no tenderness.
While they marvelled, Xiao Wu felt utter despair.
This fight was suffocating.
Once he seized the initiative she couldn't find a single opening.
She hadn't even managed to use her Spirit Ability.
If she could release her First Spirit Skill, with Waist Bow's one-hundred-percent waist boost and fifty-percent resilience,
she could surely break free.
But under his fists she was powerless.
For five minutes Yang Yuan used her as a punching bag before suddenly adding force.
With a thud
the world spun and she crashed flat on her back.
Fight over.
A dozen seconds later she wobbled upright, still staggering in circles.
The crowd winced at her bruised, swollen face.
Brutal!
Yet remembering her earlier arrogance, they shook their heads.
She asked for it.
A nicer attitude and she might have been spared.
Once her head cleared she looked up.
Yang Yuan was smiling down at her.
'Xiao Wu, know who's boss now?'
Fear flashed across her face; ignoring the burning pain, she nodded like a pecking chick.
Yang Yuan smiled, satisfied.
'Good, you learn.'
He reached to pat her shoulder.
She flinched back two steps, staring at him as if he were a devil.
'Don't… don't touch me!'
He shrugged, eyes creasing in a grin.
'Why so jumpy?'
'I still prefer your old, cocky look.'
She shook her head frantically; her once-petite face was now a purple pig's head.
Regret gnawed her guts.
Had she known he was this strong, she'd have waited.
Instead she lost the wager and became the pig.
She dared not imagine how hideous she looked.
She wanted to cry.
Especially seeing his smiling eyes, she hated and feared him, secretly vowing,
'Laugh while you can.'
'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west; never scorn a poor girl.'
'One day, granny will beat you into a giant pig's head!'
(End of Chapter)
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