Meng Xiuchen's Crushing Defeat

Meng Anli felt a pang of fear recalling how he had abused her in her past life.

Her face turned slightly pale.

When she managed to suppress the fear in her heart and looked up to speak, she saw Guang Ling standing to her right, positioned perfectly to shield her from Meng Xiuchen.

"Hey, this is our Gui Class training ground. Who allowed you in?"

Meng Xiuchen had certainly heard of Guang Ling's reputation.

He had entered the academy even before Meng Xiuchen.

He was fierce in fights.

He said, rather politely, "Meng Anli is my sister. I want to spar with her."

"Sister?" Guang Ling scoffed, full of disdain. "I have a sister too. I cherish her like the apple of my eye. Are you trying to dig out your sister's inner core?"

"That was her fault to begin with."

"How can a sister be wrong? Whatever a sister does is right. People like you don't deserve to have a sister at all. I despise people who bully their sisters the most."

Meng Xiuchen couldn't argue back and his face turned red with anger. "But she's still my sister."

Meng Anli looked at Guang Ling's fiery red hair and felt warmth spread through her heart.

He said that his sister could never be wrong.

He dared to defy the Heavenly Palace for his sister.

The fault lay with Meng Xiuchen and the others.

She shouldn't have been afraid.

She gently patted Guang Ling. "I'll do it."

Guang Ling frowned. "Don't push yourself. Revenge is a dish best served cold."

"I'm not pushing myself," Meng Anli chuckled. "If I don't try, how will I know the gap between me and my enemy?"

"Meng Anli!" Meng Xiuchen reprimanded her. "Am I your enemy?"

Meng Anli didn't answer the obvious question.

"Are we fighting or not?"

Meng Xiuchen glanced at Yuan Tuo, who had been silent all this time.

"It's not about fighting, it's about seeing how your cultivation has progressed."

The commotion here had long since attracted the attention of both classes.

Gui Class disciples stepped forward, but Guang Ling stopped them.

One disciple said, "Brother Ling, even if you dislike Princess Anli, you can't let an outsider bully us Gui Class members."

Guang Ling crossed his arms, a smug smile on his face. "I'm watching."

Mo Ziqian opened his fan, his foxy eyes curving. "It's not necessarily who's bullying whom."

He had observed Meng Anli's rapid progress these past few days.

If she could catch Meng Xiuchen off guard, she would surely win.

Meng Xiuchen's class, Wu Class, also came over to watch.

The two classes surrounded Meng Anli and Meng Xiuchen, forming a small arena.

Meng Anli made a gesture of invitation.

Meng Xiuchen raised his palm and struck at her.

He used eighty percent of his spiritual power in this strike, clearly wanting to impress Yuan Tuo.

He aimed to defeat Anli in one move.

Meng Anli dodged rapidly, appearing behind him almost instantly, and kicked him in the back.

He stumbled forward a few steps, crashing towards the crowd.

The crowd scattered.

Guang Ling extended his foot, tripping him.

He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

He landed face-first, like a dog eating dirt.

"Hahahaha..."

Guang Ling was the first to laugh. "With your cultivation, you're still blustering here?"

Then, the other disciples burst into laughter.

Meng Anli still felt a sense of disbelief.

The person she had feared so much was so easily defeated by her now?

It wasn't until Lu Yao put her arm around her shoulders that she spoke. "How is it? Are you hurt? I was only a little late, and Meng Xiuchen's already causing trouble?"

Meng Anli smiled at her, "I'm not hurt. I defeated Meng Xiuchen!"

Lu Yao asked excitedly, "Really?!"

Meng Anli pointed at Meng Xiuchen.

Whether it was shame or something else, he still hadn't gotten up.

Lu Yao clapped and laughed heartily.

"Good, good, good, my sister is mighty!"

Meng Xiuchen heavily punched the ground and leaped up.

He stood in mid-air, thinking he had great presence, and shouted, "Meng Anli, I was caught off guard just now. You ambushed me."

But to everyone else, his face and body were covered in dust.

All his presence was gone, leaving only a comical sight.

Meng Anli was now full of confidence, her smile bright and self-assured.

"Alright, then I'll give you a chance with two out of three wins."

Meng Xiuchen landed.

After Lu Yao cautioned Meng Anli to be careful of his sneak attacks, she also returned to the Gui Class position.

The open space in the middle was left with only Meng Anli and him.

Meng Anli asked, "Are we starting?"

Meng Xiuchen began his stance and circulated his energy.

Meng Anli instantly darted to his side, kicked away his hand seal with her left foot, and as he looked up in surprise, kicked him in the chest with her right foot.

"Meng Anli!"

He quickly and angrily blocked with his left hand while attacking with his right.

After Meng Anli kicked his right hand, due to Meng Xiuchen's insufficient cultivation, she was sent flying backward.

Meng Xiuchen was about to smugly pursue his advantage.

But he saw her twist in mid-air and fly back towards him at high speed.

Before he could even see her movements clearly, he was kicked in the chest again.

The pain made him gasp for breath, and he uncontrollably flew backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.

His internal organs ached.

The sound of everyone's laughter echoed in his ears.

Meng Xiuchen, however, was only filled with shock.

How could Meng Anli be so fast?

By following Yuan Tuo, could she have learned so much genuine skill?

Meng Anli stopped beside him, bent down, and asked him with a smile, "How is it? Do you want to fight again? I can do five out of three wins too."

Meng Xiuchen gritted his teeth.

Shameless!

"You're getting more and more malicious. To have a sister like you..."

"You were the one who provoked me first," Meng Anli said, unwilling to listen to his distortion of facts. "I accepted your challenge, and you lost. Am I still in the wrong?"

"I..."

"I say, Meng Xiuchen, are you even a man?" Guang Ling mocked him. "Losing isn't scary. It's finding excuses to curse your sister after losing that makes you a coward, isn't that right, brothers?"

The disciples of Gui Class laughed in unison, "Yes."

"Anli loses to Brother Ling every day, but she's never acted like this."

"In comparison, we can see Princess Anli's noble character."

"I reflect on myself daily. Meng Xiuchen, haven't you studied? You immediately call your sister malicious. Is this the gentle Third Young Master Meng of the Heavenly Realm?"

"I've learned something new."

Not only were the people from Gui Class saying this about him, but even people from his own class were speaking ill of him.

Meng Anli scoffed, "Meng Xiuchen, you're a failure. You're at the Nascent Soul Stage and can't beat me at Foundation Establishment, yet you're a sore loser. I don't want a brother like you. I'm severing ties with you and the Meng family."

Meng Xiuchen's eyes widened in fury, "Meng Anli, how dare you!"

"That's the spirit!" Lu Yao slung an arm around Anli's shoulders. "Our Niuyang Mountain will always be your support."

"Meng Anli!" Meng Xiuchen roared, "We should be the ones expelling you from the family!"

He was waiting for Meng Anli to argue back so he could use filial piety to suppress her.

But Meng Anli waved her hand dismissively, "Whatever."

It felt like punching cotton, a deep sense of powerlessness.

Before he could say anything else, Meng Anli had already left with Lu Yao.

She was speaking to Guang Ling, "Let's continue. Wasting a quarter of an hour like this is really bad luck."

Guang Ling suppressed a laugh, tilting his head up. "Next time, don't accept challenges from every Tom, Dick, and Harry. You're wasting my time."

Meng Xiuchen felt as if he'd been kicked in the chest again, a painful, suffocating sensation.

He wanted to vomit blood.

He wanted to speak to his class disciples.

But they deliberately ignored him and walked towards the adjacent training grounds.

He vaguely heard someone say, "So embarrassing."

"I thought he was pretty good before, but if he treats his own sister like this, we should keep our distance."

"I really don't want to be in the same class as him. Otherwise, others might think everyone in Shen Class is such trash."

"No!" Meng Xiuchen anxiously explained, "I'm not trash."

But no one listened to him.

He was both ashamed and furious.

Before today, he had always been a favored child of heaven.

When had he ever been treated like this?

It was all Meng Anli's fault!

She must have used some dark magic to bewitch him.

Otherwise, how could he have lost?

He looked towards Meng Anli.

Meng Anli was sparring with Guang Ling, and it seemed normal; she didn't have that same incredible speed as before.

His heart filled with even more hatred.

She was definitely targeting him.