Beating Up Spirit Hall's Saint Child

Smack!~

"Damn it! Who the hell are you trying to act tough for?"

Ye Han was too fast.

Compared to his Soul Power cultivation, his body was the truest embodiment of his greatest strength.

Ye Han had not released his Soul Rings, and the Saint Child had never imagined that he would attack with his physical body alone.

What he had not expected even more was that this librarian, whom he had never taken seriously, was actually so powerful.

Before he could even react to that slap, he vomited blood, smashed through a wall, and fell outside.

Though there had been an element of surprise, the scene still stunned everyone. Even Zhao Jun, who knew Ye Han best, widened his eyes as if he were seeing him for the first time.

"Who the fuck are you putting on that winner's face for?"

Ye Han stepped forward and kicked him squarely in the other cheek, the side that had not yet been hit.

The savage force sent the youth flying like a fallen leaf. When he landed, he bounced and skipped across the ground like a ball, leaving a dotted trail of craters before rolling another dozen meters or so and finally stopping.

"Damn it! Your skin really is thick."

Ye Han cursed, though he was inwardly somewhat surprised.

This Saint Child's physique was extraordinary, stronger than anyone Ye Han had encountered at the same level.

Still, he had to die today.

Bang, bang!~

Smack, smack!~

A series of violent blows rang out, and before anyone realized it, many spectators had gathered around.

Every one of them stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the scene before them.

"The Saint Child is getting beaten up?"

"Come on, slap me so I can wake up."

Smack!

"Holy shit, you actually hit me! Damn, that hurts! This is real."

"No, I don't believe Saint Child could be defeated! Boohoo, this has to be fake!"

"Boohoo, it has to be fake! Someone must be impersonating Saint Child!"

"Saint Child is so handsome, like an immortal descended to earth. How could he lose?"

"Tch! Idiot, haven't you heard of a silver spear with a wax head? Looks good but useless. I think our Saint Child is exactly that sort of person."

"Hahaha, I've been sick of the sight of this bastard for ages. He deserves this beating."

"What did you say? If you've got guts, step out here."

"You stinking bitch, who the hell do you think you are? You tell me to step out and I have to? Don't I have any pride?"

"Hm!"

Ye Han, who had been about to resume his pursuit, suddenly stopped and looked at the youth climbing up from the ground.

His hair was disheveled and covered in weeds. His once-pristine white sleepwear was now filthy, and he looked utterly miserable.

Yet an aura that seemed intent on destroying everything suddenly erupted from his body.

"I never thought I would have a day when I stumbled. As repayment, I'll pull out your bones one by one, grind them into powder, scatter them across the lands, and feed your flesh and blood to my Prosperity," the youth said.

No expression could be seen on his face, swollen like a pig's head. Yet his cold, sinister voice, like that of a demon from hell, made everyone's hearts turn chilly and their hairs stand on end.

As his words fell, a blood-red saber appeared in his hand. Yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, red—six Soul Rings followed closely behind, dazzling everyone's eyes.

"Saint Child is mighty!"

"Saint Child is the most handsome!"

"Saint Child is invincible under heaven!"

"Saint Child, I want to have your babies!"

The sky stopped, the rain stopped, and Saint Child's brain-dead fans thought he could do it again.

"Interesting."

Ye Han smiled faintly. From beginning to end, he remained calm and composed, as though everything was under his control.

"Die!"

The youth shouted coldly, his long hair moving without wind.

He swung his arm, and the saber radiated a bloodthirsty glow, shattering every obstacle in its path.

Absolute Zero.

Ye Han muttered inwardly.

Silently, everything tangible within thirty meters around him was frozen, including the Saint Child.

However, someone who could be named Saint Child naturally possessed exceptional strength.

In an instant, the ice statue exploded. The Saint Child leaped out and brought his saber down on Ye Han's head.

The smile on Ye Han's lips deepened as Martial Soul Possession activated instantly.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, red—six Soul Rings appeared in an instant. The sixth was red, something that would certainly have caused a sensation under normal circumstances. But with Spirit Hall's Saint Child already stealing the spotlight, few people paid attention to Ye Han's red Soul Ring.

Third Soul Skill, Ice Storm.

With a wave of Ye Han's hand, a freezing hurricane formed instantly. Empowered by Absolute Zero, it swept toward the youth in an instant.

Someone with sharp eyes spotted the gleaming ice blades within the storm and hurriedly shouted, "Watch out!"

But the youth ignored the warning completely. With his saber in hand, he was unstoppable, forcibly enduring everything as he charged directly into the Ice Storm.

Ye Han turned his head and looked at the thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl with golden hair and delicate features. He grinned slightly, revealing a row of white teeth.

"Hmph! What are you looking at?"

The little girl gave an angry snort, her expression fierce. Then Martial Soul Possession activated, and a pair of fluffy fox ears grew from her head while four long fox tails sprouted behind her.

The little girl had already been exceptionally beautiful, but at that moment, she seemed to grow several years older in an instant. Some of her childishness faded, replaced by a charm capable of toppling cities and kingdoms.

At the same time, yellow, yellow, purple, purple—four Soul Rings flashed in succession, and a wave of seductive power struck Ye Han.

"You're trying to charm me? You're way too ugly," Ye Han said with a faint smile as he looked at the little girl.

Second Soul Skill, Ice Seal All Things.

A lifelike ice statue appeared instantly. Inside it, the fox-like girl blinked her large eyes as she stared at the scene outside, her face filled with panic.

Ye Han paid her no further attention.

Clang, clang, clang!~

Like weapons colliding, Spirit Hall's Saint Child was wildly ferocious within the Ice Storm. With his combat strength fully unleashed, he forcibly carved out a path.

Ye Han merely smiled faintly at the sight.

He had to admit that this Saint Child had some real skill. Not only did he cultivate quickly, reaching the Soul Emperor realm at such a young age, but his combat strength was also astonishing.

But unfortunately, he had met Ye Han.

What was Ye Han?

He was not human, not a genius, not a monster among men.

He was a monster.

As Spirit Hall's Saint Child, burning with rage, swung his saber down, a mirror like an iceberg condensed directly in front of Ye Han.

Fourth Soul Skill, Ice Mirror. It reflected thirty percent of physical damage and all energy damage. Of course, if the enemy shattered it in one strike, then it would not reflect a damn thing.

But clearly, the Saint Child before him did not possess the ability to break through Ice Mirror with a single slash.

Ultimate Ice, indestructible.

The blazing saber collided with the mirror-like iceberg. The Saint Child's expression changed drastically, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before being sent flying backward.

"Ah!"

The youth climbed up from the ground, his hair disheveled as he howled at the sky.

Ye Han's smile remained unchanged.

As a high-level mage, the finest battle should be an artistic performance—effortless and composed, leaving the enemy so enraged they wanted to die, yet unable to even touch the hem of one's robes.

And as a control-type battle Soul Master, one should command the entire battlefield, driving the enemy mad and making them desperate to kill you, yet completely powerless to do so.

Without question, Ye Han had achieved that.

The contrast between the two was striking. Ye Han was peerlessly elegant and refined, while Spirit Hall's Saint Child looked like a beggar, wild with madness like a demon.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!~

The Soul Rings around him flashed as he unleashed dozens of saber lights in succession.

Then, with strange footwork, he evaded the reflected saber lights in an instant.

Boom!~

Ice Mirror ultimately failed to withstand the brutal barrage from his hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring skill. It shattered directly, fragments flying everywhere.

And at that moment, Spirit Hall's Saint Child bypassed the exploding Ice Mirror and arrived beside Ye Han.

PS: I saw some readers saying that giving away the girl affected their mood, so I first want to apologize.

Second, let me explain: the protagonist does not like Zhao Ling'er. He teases her because, first, he finds her cute; second, he is friends with her brother; and third, most importantly, there are so many beautiful women in Douluo, so why obsess over Zhao Ling'er alone?

Well, mainly because the author is too lazy to develop her.

Lastly, regarding the bonus chapters for Life Like This and Kuaishou Mist Is Not a Dream, just wait a bit! Don't rush. As the saying goes, good food is worth waiting for, and hot tofu cannot be eaten in a hurry.