Meng Xiuchen's Crushing Defeat

Meng Anli thought of how he had abused and beaten her in her past life, and she truly felt a little afraid.

Her face turned slightly pale.

When she suppressed the fear in her heart and looked up to speak, she saw Guang Ling standing before and to her right, perfectly separating her from Meng Xiuchen.

"Hey~ This is our Gui Class's training ground. Who allowed you to come in?"

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

He had entered the academy even before Meng Xiuchen.

He fought fiercely.

He remained fairly polite as he said, "Meng Anli is my younger sister. I want to spar with her."

"Younger sister?" Guang Ling sneered, his face full of contempt. "I have a younger sister too. I cherish her like the apple of my eye. Would you dig out your own sister's inner core?"

"That was her own fault."

"How could a younger sister be wrong? Whatever a younger sister does is right. A person like you doesn't deserve to have a younger sister at all. What I despise most are people who bully their younger sisters."

Unable to argue against him, Meng Xiuchen's face flushed red with anger. "But she is still my younger sister."

Meng Anli looked at Guang Ling's blazing red hair, warmth rising in her heart.

He said that a younger sister could never be wrong.

For his younger sister, he had dared to defy the Heavenly Palace.

The ones in the wrong had always been Meng Xiuchen and the others.

She should not have been afraid.

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

Guang Ling frowned. "Don't force yourself. A gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years."

"I'm not forcing myself," Meng Anli said with a light smile. "If I don't try, how will I know the gap between me and my enemy?"

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

Meng Anli did not answer such an obvious question.

"Are we fighting or not?"

Meng Xiuchen glanced at Yuan Tuo, who had remained silent nearby.

"It isn't a fight. I just want to see what your cultivation is like now."

The conflict here had long since drawn the attention of both classes.

The Gui Class disciples stepped forward, only to be stopped by Guang Ling.

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

Guang Ling crossed his arms over his chest and smiled arrogantly. "I'm watching."

Mo Ziqian opened his folding fan, his fox-like eyes curving into crescents. "It's not certain who will bully whom."

Over the past few days, he had watched Meng Anli improve at an astonishing pace.

If she caught him off guard, she would surely be able to defeat Meng Xiuchen.

The Shen Class students, where Meng Xiuchen belonged, 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 chopped toward her.

He used eighty percent of his Spiritual Power in that strike. It was clear that he wanted to put on a good show before Yuan Tuo.

He wanted to take Anli down in one move.

Meng Anli flashed aside at high speed, appearing behind him almost instantly, then leaped up and kicked him squarely in the back.

He staggered several steps forward and charged toward the crowd.

The crowd scattered in all directions.

Guang Ling extended his righteous foot and tripped him.

He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

He landed in a solid, face-first sprawl.

"HAHAHAHA..."

Guang Ling was the first to laugh. "With cultivation like yours, you still dare to yap here?"

Then the other disciples burst into laughter as well.

Meng Anli still found it somewhat unreal.

The person she had once feared so much had been defeated by her so easily?

It was not until Lu Yao wrapped an arm around her shoulders that she came back to herself. "How was it? Were you hurt? I was only late for a moment—how did Meng Xiuchen come over here to stir up trouble?"

Meng Anli smiled at her. "I wasn't hurt. I defeated Meng Xiuchen!"

Lu Yao asked excitedly, "Really?!"

Meng Anli pointed toward Meng Xiuchen.

Whether from shame or something else, he still had not gotten up.

Lu Yao clapped and laughed.

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

Meng Xiuchen slammed his fist into the ground, then sprang to his feet.

He stood suspended in the air and shouted with what he believed was great imposing force, "Meng Anli, I wasn't prepared just now. You caught me off guard!"

But in everyone's eyes, his face and body were covered in dust.

His imposing manner was completely gone, leaving only absurdity.

Meng Anli was now brimming with confidence, her smile bright and assured.

"Fine. Then I'll give you a best-of-three chance."

Meng Xiuchen landed on the ground.

After Lu Yao warned Meng Anli to be careful of a sneak attack, she too returned to the Gui Class's side.

Only Meng Anli and Meng Xiuchen remained in the open space between them.

Meng Anli asked, "Shall we begin?"

Meng Xiuchen assumed a stance and began circulating his power.

Meng Anli darted to his side in an instant. Her left foot kicked away his hand seal, and as he lifted his head in astonishment, her right foot lashed toward his chest.

"Meng Anli!"

He swiftly raised his left hand in anger to block while attacking with his right.

After Meng Anli kicked his right hand, her cultivation being inferior to Meng Xiuchen's, she was struck flying backward.

Meng Xiuchen was just about to press his advantage and pursue the victory.

Then he saw her forcibly turn in midair and fly back toward him at lightning speed.

Before he could make out her movements, he took another kick square in the chest.

The pain made his breath hitch. He flew backward uncontrollably and crashed heavily onto the ground.

All his internal organs ached.

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

Yet Meng Xiuchen felt only shock.

How could Meng Anli be so fast?

Had following Yuan Tuo truly allowed her to learn so many genuine skills?

Meng Anli stopped beside him, bent down, and asked him with a radiant smile.

"How is it? Do you still want to fight? I can make it best three out of five too."

Meng Xiuchen gritted his teeth.

Shameless!

"You're becoming more and more vicious. With a younger sister like—"

"You were the one who provoked me first." Meng Anli did not want to hear him twist black into white. "I accepted the challenge, you lost, and somehow I'm still at fault?"

"I..."

"I say, Meng Xiuchen, are you even a man?" Guang Ling mocked him. "Losing isn't frightening. Losing and then making excuses to curse your younger sister—that's what makes you a coward. Isn't that right, brothers?"

The Gui Class disciples laughed in unison. "That's right."

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

"Only by comparison do we see how noble Princess Anli's character is."

"I examine myself thrice each day. Meng Xiuchen, have you never read a book? Every time you open your mouth, you call your younger sister vicious. Is this the gentle and refined Third Young Master Meng of the Heavenly Realm?"

"What an eye-opener."

It was not only the Gui Class people criticizing him. Even people from his own class were talking about him.

Meng Anli sneered. "Meng Xiuchen, you truly are a failure. A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator who can't defeat someone in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and you can't even accept defeat. I don't want an older brother like you. I sever all ties with you and the Meng family."

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

"That was satisfying!" Lu Yao wrapped an arm around Anli's shoulders. "Niuyang Mountain will always be your backing."

"Meng Anli!" Meng Xiuchen roared. "It should be us driving you out of the family!"

He waited for Meng Anli to argue her case, so that he could use filial piety to suppress her.

Yet Meng Anli merely waved a hand indifferently. "Whatever."

It was as if he had thrown a heavy punch into cotton, leaving him deeply powerless.

When he tried to say something else, Meng Anli had already left with Lu Yao.

She was speaking to Guang Ling. "Let's continue. We wasted a whole quarter-hour for nothing. What bad luck."

Guang Ling held back a smile and raised his chin. "Next time, don't agree whenever any stray cat or dog comes barking at you. You're wasting my time."

Meng Xiuchen felt as though his chest had been kicked again, painful and stifling.

He wanted to vomit blood.

He wanted to speak to the disciples in his class.

But they all deliberately ignored him and headed toward the training ground next door.

He vaguely heard someone say, "How embarrassing."

"I used to think he was pretty good, but if he treats his own younger sister like that, we should keep our distance from him."

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

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

But no one listened to him.

He was both ashamed and furious.

Before today, he had clearly always been one of heaven's favored sons.

When had he ever received such treatment?

It was all Meng Anli's fault!

She must have used some kind of wicked art to bewitch him.

Otherwise, how could he have lost?

He looked toward Meng Anli.

Meng Anli was sparring with Guang Ling. She seemed perfectly normal, without the speed she had displayed just now.

Hatred rose even stronger in his heart.

She really had been targeting him.