Princess Anli Lost

"Anli," Lu Yao looked at her worriedly.

Meng Anli smiled at her. "I want to see how strong he is."

Only by fighting someone stronger than herself could she learn.

Guang Ling had not expected her to actually dare agree. After all, his vicious reputation was well known.

He looked at her fair, slender wrists and her thin, long hands, then gave a light cough, seeming a little uncomfortable.

"Even if you cry and beg me, I won't go easy on you."

Meng Anli said confidently, "I won't."

The other disciples had all formed teams as well, but everyone tacitly wanted to watch Meng Anli fight Guang Ling.

Yuan Tuo did not stop them.

Meng Anli and Guang Ling stood facing each other.

At Yuan Tuo's command, Guang Ling instantly struck toward Meng Anli's face.

Meng Anli bent straight backward at the waist, her feet sliding as she evaded the strike. She arrived behind Guang Ling and attacked the center of his back.

Guang Ling reacted with extraordinary speed. The moment he saw her dodge, he had already turned around. He met Meng Anli's palm head-on, swept it aside with one hand, and kicked at Anli at the same time.

Anli had not guarded her legs and was struck squarely on the shinbone. The intense pain made her bend over instinctively.

Guang Ling drove his knee upward, straight at her face.

She raised a hand and desperately tried to press down his knee, only for a heavy elbow to slam into the center of her back. Her five organs churned.

His legs and feet flew rapidly backward before her eyes.

Meng Anli could no longer hold on and collapsed facedown onto the ground, forcing down the bloody sweetness rising in her throat.

Cheers for her rose from all around.

Along with praise and cheers for Guang Ling.

"Brother Ling is awesome!"

"As expected of Brother Ling, who fought his way across Xuantian Academy."

"Even Princess Anli couldn't last a single round."

"Knocked her down within three moves."

Yuan Tuo frowned and wanted to speak, but remembering what his master had said, he forcibly clenched his fist and endured.

"Anli, how are you?"

Lu Yao rushed in, helped her up, and looked utterly worried.

Meng Anli flashed her an easy grin. "I'm fine. I'm perfectly well."

Her pearly white teeth, once snow-white, were now stained with blood, yet she still claimed she was fine.

Lu Yao was so furious that she cursed Guang Ling. "It was only a spar. Why did you hit so hard?"

Guang Ling spread his hands, his expression irritatingly smug. "Well, sorry~ I told you long ago that I hit hard."

Meng Anli's fighting spirit blazed. "Let's fight again."

Lu Yao turned to her. "You're hurt so badly..."

Meng Anli insisted, "Fight again."

She wanted to say that this was not even as painful as the falls Caiyu had given her. It did not count as an injury at all.

She cupped her hands toward Guang Ling. "Meng Anli requests another battle."

Guang Ling's teasing smile vanished. His brows lowered slightly, and his gaze turned fierce.

"Are you sure?"

Meng Anli nodded.

"Fine." He lashed a rear roundhouse kick toward Meng Anli's lower abdomen.

Meng Anli threw both hands back and retreated to evade it.

But before Guang Ling's left rear roundhouse kick had even landed, he spun half a circle in midair, his body rising just a little, then launched an incredibly swift right rear roundhouse kick.

Meng Anli had no power to defend herself at all. She did not even have time to raise her arms in front of her chest before a kick struck her squarely in the chest.

She was sent flying backward, slammed into the fence behind her, and crushed a stretch of it before finally stopping.

The bloody sweetness in her throat could no longer be suppressed, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Meng Anli was alarmed. She truly was still too weak.

Making the Meng family suffer before had merely been borrowing strength to strike strength, killing with a borrowed knife.

If she truly encountered the Meng family, if they truly captured and took her back, she would still have no power to fight back.

She had to grow stronger!

A derisive laugh sounded not far behind her.

She knew that voice well. It belonged to Meng Xiuchen, the Meng family's third son.

She turned to look and saw Meng Xiuchen standing outside the training ground. She did not know how long he had been there.

His eyes were filled with mockery. "I thought eating Huan Dan Grass would make you stronger. Who would have thought you'd still be trash? What a waste of a heavenly gift."

Meng Anli said calmly, "You're right, but I ate Huan Dan Grass. You didn't."

"You!"

Lu Yao hurried over and looked at Meng Xiuchen with disgust.

"Meng Xiuchen, what are you doing here?"

"Of course I'm here to watch this trash make a fool of herself~"

Lu Yao cursed him. "You're the trash! If you've got the ability, try fighting Guang Ling."

"Why should I fight him? If I'm going to fight, it'll be..."

Meng Xiuchen looked toward Meng Anli, malice lurking in his gaze.

Five days later, they would also have a training ground class in the afternoon. When that time came, he would fight Meng Anli.

He would beat Meng Anli viciously in front of Yuan Tuo.

He would let Yuan Tuo see clearly who had talent and who was worth teaching.

Meng Anli naturally felt the malice radiating from him.

She had no interest in guessing what he meant.

She wanted to grow stronger!

She had to seize every opportunity to become stronger.

Meng Anli pulled away Lu Yao, who was still trying to argue. "Come on. Don't waste time on someone who isn't worth it."

Meng Xiuchen sneered. Keep talking tough.

Five days from now, let's see whether you can still talk tough.

Once Yuan Tuo abandoned you in disgust, that would be the moment you fell into hell.

The two of them walked into the midst of the disciples.

The other disciples were still praising Guang Ling.

Guang Ling was not especially proud. He merely curled his lip. "Princess Anli is so weak. There wasn't even the slightest challenge."

Lu Yao wanted to speak.

Meng Anli tugged at her, then cupped her hands toward Guang Ling. "Thank you for your guidance."

Guang Ling looked at her earnest, smiling peach blossom eyes. The expression on his face froze, then became even more complicated.

There was confusion, strangeness, and a trace of awkwardness that was hard to detect.

In the end, he muttered, "No need."

Seeing him like this, Mo Ziqian's fox-like eyes flashed with amusement.

He looked toward Meng Anli, who had already sat down nearby.

This Meng Anli was quite unlike the spoiled, overbearing person described in the rumors.

Yuan Tuo roughly examined Meng Anli. Seeing that she was not as badly injured as she had been yesterday, he was reassured.

He asked, "Who's next?"

Mo Ziqian raised the corner of his eye and looked at Yuan Tuo.

This Yuan Tuo was also somewhat unlike what he had expected.

Guang Ling also said quietly, "I thought he'd protect Meng Anli and come looking for trouble with me."

Yuan Tuo's ears twitched, but he did not respond.

Meng Anli quietly watched group after group of disciples take the field.

Her hands and feet mimicked their movements. Each person's was different.

Yet they all possessed some form and method.

For the moment, she could not tell their cultivation levels, which meant they were all stronger than her.

Lu Yao was also surprised. Leaning close to her ear, she whispered, "This Gui Class is not quite like the rumors."

From what she had heard, she had thought they were all good-for-nothings.

Yuan Tuo watched seriously and pointed out each of their problems.

The final group was Mo Ziqian and Lu Yao.