The Most Primal Battle

The incident of Ye Han beating up the Saint Child spread like wildfire throughout the academy.

But Spirit Hall's punishment for Ye Han had yet to come down.

School was over. Ye Han stretched lazily, rose from his reclining chair, glanced at several Enforcement Team members, and said, "Can I go home now?"

"This..."

The members of the Disciplinary Enforcement Team looked at one another, unsure what to do.

Let him go!

They feared that Spirit Hall would come looking for Ye Han, but if they did not let him go, Spirit Hall had not issued any orders to detain him either. It put them in a difficult position.

"Don't worry. You all know my home address, and you have records of everyone in my household. I won't run, and I can't run," Ye Han said.

"Fine! We're all colleagues, so we won't make things difficult for you. But don't make things difficult for us either. Go home and stay there obediently, waiting for Spirit Hall's final orders," the captain of the Disciplinary Enforcement Team said after some thought.

Just as he had said, this matter was difficult for them as well.

Ye Han nodded at them and left directly.

"Captain, are we really just going to let him go?" one of the young men in the Disciplinary Enforcement Team asked after Ye Han had left.

"Ah! He's a genius too! There's no benefit in offending him to the bitter end. Besides, Spirit Hall still hasn't sent any orders. This matter will probably just fizzle out, so let it go," the captain analyzed.

Ye Han did not take the matter of beating up the Saint Child to heart at all.

Even if Spirit Hall truly refused to let him off, he could always just fight his way out. What was there to worry about?

As usual, he walked down the streets, looking over the goods at the roadside stalls. He bought two children's toys, playing with them in his hands as he headed home.

Suddenly, he stopped, took two steps back, and turned his head toward a nearby alley.

"Holy crap, I actually ran into one of those hero-saves-a-beauty situations."

Ye Han smiled. He had never expected to encounter something like this even in Spirit City. It really was a once-in-a-thousand-years occurrence.

Having finally come across such a good opportunity, how could he hesitate? He strolled forward and said, "Let that woman go. I'll take it from here."

The two thugs had followed the woman all the way. Just as they could no longer restrain themselves and were about to make their move, they suddenly heard a voice behind them and jumped in fright.

They turned around and saw that it was merely an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old youth. Instantly enraged and embarrassed, they glared fiercely and snarled, "Where did this little brat who hasn't even grown all his hair come from? Get the hell back where you came from, or be careful or I'll kill you."

Ye Han could not be bothered with nonsense. Soul Rings appeared around him one after another.

"S-S-Six rings... a Soul Emperor."

The two thugs' legs began trembling, and they dropped to their knees with loud thuds.

They were only Three Soul Ancestors. How could they dare fight a Soul Emperor?

"If I catch you trying to do evil again, I'll castrate you. Get lost!" Ye Han said.

"Yes, yes, yes! We'll never dare again. Thank you, my lord, for sparing our lives."

The two hurried past Ye Han, stumbling as they fled into the distance. Soon, they vanished into the crowd on the street.

Only then did Ye Han look toward the woman.

The woman was a little over one meter sixty tall. Her pink hair was slightly curled, and she wore a long black dress. Just from her back and those perfect lines, one's eyes could not help but light up.

Ye Han had to admit that the public had sharp eyes. Even two street punks could tell that this woman was extraordinary.

She had her back to Ye Han, one hand braced against the wall and the other holding her forehead. Her entire body swayed as though she might collapse, yet she still struggled onward.

"Miss, do you need help?" Ye Han asked.

The woman ignored him completely, as though she had not heard him, and continued walking.

Ye Han rubbed his nose, feeling that being a good person was not easy.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, the woman spun around. Her blood-red eyes fixed dead on his face, and an aura like that of a Fierce Beast locked directly onto his body.

Ye Han frowned. Both the woman's current state and her appearance felt somewhat familiar to him.

Her state seems somewhat similar to how I was when I went mad in Slaughter City, Ye Han thought.

Then, before he could think further, the woman pounced at him and viciously struck his chest with her palm.

"Kill, kill, kill!~"

The woman cried out, her voice like the wailing of a ghost from hell, enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Ye Han felt that he had truly brought this upon himself. Why had he meddled in someone else's business? If he had not appeared, those two little punks would have been slapped to death by the woman anyway.

But now, he was the one suffering for it.

Bang! Bang! Bang!~

Dull sounds of flesh striking flesh rang out, continuing for nearly half an hour before finally stopping.

Such a long fight had caused such a huge commotion that someone must have noticed. Yet no one stopped to watch. They merely cast a hurried glance before quickly leaving, afraid of getting themselves involved.

Ye Han twitched his lips. Carrying the woman in his arms, he could not help smacking her pert backside and saying, "Damn it, fight if you want to fight. Why did you have to keep aiming for my face?"

Muttering to himself, he carried the woman out of the alley.

When passersby saw his face, they could not help laughing. The young ladies who usually treated seeing him like seeing money now avoided him from as far away as possible.

After finding an inn, Ye Han wrote a letter and gave it to a waiter, asking him to deliver it home. Then he entered a room, tossed the woman onto the bed, and went into the washroom. Looking at his bruised and swollen reflection in the mirror, he could not help muttering, "Could there really be karma in this world?"

That morning, he had beaten Spirit Hall's Saint Child into a pig's head. Now, he himself had been beaten into roughly the same state, and it made him feel rather annoyed.

"Damn ungrateful woman. Once you're better, I'm going to have a proper talk with you," Ye Han grumbled as he walked out of the washroom and looked toward the woman on the bed.

He had been drawn in by the woman's condition earlier and had not paid much attention. Then they had fought fiercely, leaving him in even less of a mood to care about her appearance.

But now, he could see her clearly.

She looked to be in her twenties. Her features were exquisite and flawless, her face fair, her skin delicate, and her willow-leaf brows gently curved. While asleep, she appeared especially quiet and gentle. Coupled with her petite stature, she gave off a delicate impression. If he had not experienced it himself, Ye Han would never have imagined that such a soft and delicate woman could beat a tall, burly man like him into this state.

"Sure enough, you can't judge a person by their appearance, nor measure the sea with a bucket," Ye Han sighed.

Then he saw the woman's tightly shut eyes suddenly fly open. Bloody light filled them, like two pools of blood.

Their eyes met. Like a shark that had caught the scent of blood, the woman instantly pounced on him.

"Mother of god! What sin did I commit? I swear I'll never meddle in other people's business again," Ye Han cried bitterly in his heart.

But just as he was about to raise his hand to fight back, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

This time, the woman had not pounced on him for an ordinary fight. She wanted to engage in another, more primal kind of battle.

Rip!~

After an awkward forced kiss, Ye Han was knocked down by the crazed woman. In an instant, all of his defensive gear was stripped away.

Immediately after...

Damn it!

What was this supposed to be?

I stayed here to keep you from having another accident, so how could you do this to me?

I'm a family man!

Sob, sob, sob...

Xue Er, come save me!

Ye Han's thoughts ran wild. He even wanted to stop her, but his body was honest, instantly taking an offensive stance.

"You little temptress, if this monk doesn't subdue you today, you'll definitely run out and harm someone else. Buddha said that if I do not enter hell, who will? Come on, let the storm rage even harder!"

Ye Han shyly closed his eyes, not daring to look at the knight's valiant bearing.

Thus began the most primal battle.

However, the knight's skills really were a little lacking...

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