You're Our Boss From Now On (Seeking Collection, Seeking Recommendation!)

After taking Huo Feng's strike, Wang Sheng felt both his hands go numb, trembling uncontrollably.

His Soul Power had been completely suppressed by his opponent.

The thirty percent of Soul Power remaining in his body was being rapidly depleted.

Wang Sheng's expression grew increasingly ferocious.

The group in the Seventh Dorm who had just been shouting and jeering as they watched the spectacle seemed to realize that something was wrong with their boss.

One by one, they shut their mouths, not daring to make another sound.

"You..."

Wang Sheng stared at the not particularly tall figure before him. Huo Feng stood as steady as a mountain, seeming utterly at ease.

Meanwhile, Wang Sheng's own burly body had begun trembling uncontrollably, already nearing its limit.

He knew perfectly well that he was about to lose.

And in his current state, he was very likely to suffer serious injuries.

But making him, the boss, admit defeat? That was impossible.

Even if he had to endure the injuries, he would never lower his head and surrender.

However, just as he was about to be unable to hold on any longer, Huo Feng suddenly raised his right hand.

The iron sword in his hand then vanished along with it.

The sudden release of force sent Wang Sheng staggering before he fell to the ground.

He propped himself up with his arms and sat on the floor, gasping for breath.

That fall had hurt quite a bit, but it was still far better than being injured.

"Can we go in now?"

Huo Feng asked casually.

Wang Sheng, sitting on the ground, hurriedly moved aside, while his lackeys also wisely stepped out of the way.

At that moment, Tang San behind them got to his feet as well.

Without saying a word, he walked forward, found an empty bed, and lay directly down on its bare wooden boards.

He was feeling rather awful right now.

Not only had his attempt to show off failed, but he seemed to have suffered some internal injuries too.

Most importantly, Huo Feng, whom he had thought inferior to himself, had effortlessly dealt with Wang Sheng.

Naturally, Huo Feng did not go over to ask him anything either.

He had just learned from the system that the cooldown for sacrificing a living person was exactly three months.

That was ninety days.

Tang San had only just recovered when Huo Feng sacrificed him again.

It was inevitable that he felt somewhat depressed.

Huo Feng also chose a bed, not too far from Tang San's, but not directly beside it either.

He had no desire to sleep next to that guy.

"You held back against me just now, didn't you?"

Wang Sheng walked over to Huo Feng, who was tidying up his belongings, with a questioning look.

His gaze was complicated, and his voice was much softer than before.

It seemed he had been thoroughly convinced by Huo Feng.

"Heh."

Huo Feng waved his hand indifferently and smiled. "We don't have any grudges between us. Would I really try to kill a fellow student?"

Wang Sheng grew embarrassed at those words.

He scratched his head awkwardly, then, under the gazes of every student in the dormitory, bowed to Huo Feng. "I'm really sorry about earlier. I..."

"It's fine, it's fine. I know you didn't mean any harm."

Just as Wang Sheng was about to give an impassioned apology, Huo Feng interrupted him. "We're all classmates. It's normal for classmates to spar a little."

"Y-you're Huo Feng, right?"

For some reason, Wang Sheng's tone suddenly became a little strange.

"That's right. What is it?"

"You defeated me, so from now on, you, Huo Feng, are the boss of the Seventh Dorm!"

"Every student in the Seventh Dorm, including me, Wang Sheng, is your underling!"

As soon as he said this, not a single voice of objection rose from the surrounding crowd.

They seemed not to find anything amiss.

Wang Sheng then added, "This is the rule of our Seventh Dorm: whoever is strongest becomes the boss."

Huo Feng put on a surprised look and waved his hands, saying he had no interest.

But how could Wang Sheng possibly agree to that?

A burly fellow, yet he hovered around Huo Feng like a young maiden, muttering away for quite some time.

Only then did Huo Feng reluctantly agree.

"Boss, from now on, all the brothers in Seventh Dorm will be counting on you to look after us!"

Seeing that Huo Feng had finally agreed, Wang Sheng was actually somewhat excited.

The work-study students were already unimpressive in strength compared to the rest of the academy, and they were always getting bullied.

Huo Feng's arrival might have a chance of changing things.

"Of course. I won't let anyone bully you."

Huo Feng answered very seriously.

"Boss is mighty!"

"Boss Huo, if you have any orders in the future, just say the word!"

"Boss, if there's anything you don't understand since you've just arrived at the academy, just ask us brothers!"

The students around them were also very happy.

Huo Feng was only six years old. Without exception, every one of them was one or two years older than this boss.

But if you were strong, you could be the boss.

Listening to the commotion in the dormitory, Tang San, who had his back to everyone, opened his eyes as well.

For some reason, he felt that this moment should have belonged to Tang San.

A faint sense of loss inexplicably arose in his heart.

It was truly rather frustrating.

Logically speaking, he had come here to study. He should not have been having such thoughts.

Tang San shook his head, refusing to let himself overthink things.

He had already taken Master as his teacher. Surpassing Huo Feng was only a matter of time.

Inwardly, he silently attributed the gap between himself and Huo Feng to their martial souls.

He had always looked down on such vulgar things.

"Excuse me, is this Seventh Dorm?"

Just then, a crisp yet childish voice came from the direction of the doorway.

Tang San, who had just closed his eyes, opened them again upon hearing the voice.

It was clearly the voice of a little girl.

For the sake of his pride, he could not get up to take a look.

He could only silently circulate the Mysterious Heaven Skill, blocking out some of his bodily senses' perception of the sounds around him.

Hearing the voice, everyone turned their gaze toward the doorway.

There stood an exceptionally adorable little girl.

She was not very old, probably only around six as well.

Her cheeks were rosy, her large eyes watery, and her long black hair was braided into a Scorpion Braid that hung all the way down to her thighs.

Although she was dressed very plainly, it was still obvious that the little girl was very beautiful.

Huo Feng also studied the newcomer closely. Judging by her appearance, she should indeed be Xiao Wu.

"Boss, go!"

Suddenly, Wang Sheng blurted out those words from behind him.

"Go?"

"Go do what?"

Those three words left Huo Feng stunned, making him forget the plot for a moment.

"Of course, give her a show of strength!"

Wang Sheng said righteously.

"That's the rule of our Seventh Dorm."

"Ah? Ah, of course I know."

Huo Feng finally came to his senses.

Looking at the delicate and lovely Xiao Wu, an ordinary person really would find it hard to make a move.

But Huo Feng was different.

Having lived two lives, he understood one principle all too well.

The reason simps were simps was because they treated women too well.

But what women were truly interested in was not who treated them well.

It was who was stronger.

With that in mind, Huo Feng stepped forward.

Seeing him approach, Xiao Wu blinked her big, watery eyes. A sweet smile appeared on her face as she politely said, "Hello, classmate. My name is Xiao Wu—the Wu from dancing."

"My martial soul is a rabbit."

"What's your name?"

The corners of Huo Feng's lips lifted slightly into a smile. "Hello, I'm Huo Feng. My martial soul is the Martial Soul Iron Sword."

"I'm from Seventh Dorm."

At that, Huo Feng deliberately paused for a moment, cleared his throat, raised his voice slightly, and declared, "Boss!"