Hey, I Heard You're Having a Group Fight?

Just as the tension was about to explode, a lazy voice drifted over from the bushes. "Hey, I heard you're having a group fight. How about adding the two of us?"

Then both groups saw Wu Liang emerge from behind the bushes with Kanna.

Watching them, Wu Liang was speechless. He had only just gotten back, and they had already gathered for another group fight. If Seria hadn't suddenly issued a quest, Wu Liang wouldn't have known they were brawling on the back hill.

Seria: Quest triggered: School Bullying Incident.

Seria: The Work-Study Students led by Tang San and Xiao Wu are being bullied by upperclassmen. As one of the Work-Study Students, the host should share their hardships and defeat the upperclassmen.

Seria: Quest reward: 5 random lottery boxes.

The moment Wu Liang saw the quest, he immediately rushed over with Kanna. Thankfully, the fight had not started yet.

Seeing the two extra people, Boss Xiao said dismissively, "Oh, two more here to die. But little sister, you're so cute that I won't hit you later."

Wang Sheng took a deep breath and stepped between the two sides. "Enough nonsense. Liu Long, come on."

Yellow light lit up in Liu Long's hand, and a staff over two meters long instantly appeared in his grasp. "Defeated loser. Wang Sheng, if I don't beat you so badly that you're bedridden for days today, I won't be surnamed Liu."

Before Wang Sheng could answer, Xiao Wu laughed from behind him. "Then if you lose, you can call yourself a ruined flower and a broken willow from now on."

Liu Long's expression turned cold. Without a word, he swiftly stepped forward, raised his staff over his head, and smashed it down at Wang Sheng.

Soul Power flared around Wang Sheng as well. With a tiger's roar, he neither dodged nor retreated, crossing his arms and raising them to block the staff.

With a dull bang, Wang Sheng groaned and staggered back two steps. His Soul Power-infused arms suddenly curled inward, both hands grabbing for his opponent's staff. Despite the protection of Soul Power, the very first clash had already left a bloody welt on his arm from the blow. Bruising was unavoidable.

Liu Long curled his lip. "You still haven't learned your lesson. This is my Martial Soul."

With a flash of light, one end of the staff Wang Sheng had grabbed suddenly vanished. Then the tip of the staff thrust forward, slipping right through Wang Sheng's arms and striking his chest, knocking him backward.

Wang Sheng's fighting spirit was beyond doubt, and his strength was clearly greater than his opponent's. But his disadvantage was that he had yet to obtain a Soul Ring and could not use Martial Soul Possession. Though Soul Power greatly increased his strength, his agility was insufficient. Against an opponent using a staff Martial Soul, Liu Long exploited the advantage of greater reach to beat him so thoroughly that he could not fight back.

Wang Sheng sprang back up, roaring like a tiger again, but soon his body was sent flying once more by the staff.

Still, Wang Sheng was tough and thick-skinned. Having been beaten so often in the past, his ability to take hits was far greater than that of ordinary students. Though he was completely at a disadvantage, it would not be easy for his opponent to render him unable to fight. Before Xiao Wu and Tang San came to Notting Academy, all the Work-Study Students had relied on Wang Sheng alone for protection. Without some skill, he would have long since been bullied to death.

"Wang Sheng is still too impulsive. In a direct confrontation, he can't get close, and only by getting close does he have a chance of defeating his opponent."

Tang San shook his head. As he thought this, his finger brushed across his waist, and his gaze turned toward the battlefield.

By now, Wang Sheng was bruised in many places. Amid his constant tiger roars, his Soul Power was growing weaker and weaker, while his opponent had not been hit even once and looked as though he were teasing a mouse like a cat.

Wang Sheng's attacks were still too simple. Before his Soul Power was completely exhausted, he launched one final offensive. After taking two running steps, he lunged at Liu Long again. This time, he had made up his mind that no matter how badly he was beaten, he would leave some mark on his opponent.

Liu Long had dealt with Wang Sheng for more than a day or two, so he naturally saw through his intentions. Seeing Wang Sheng pounce, his expression grew serious. He swung his staff, striking three times in succession at Wang Sheng's head and shoulders. As long as he drove back Wang Sheng, who was at the end of his strength, he would not be able to launch another proper attack.

But at that moment, Liu Long suddenly felt as if his hands gripping the staff had been bitten by mosquitoes. His attack immediately slowed for an instant.

His attacks had originally been carefully calculated, and that brief hesitation instantly exposed a flaw. Although the first strike hit Wang Sheng on the head, Wang Sheng charged through it and pounced forward, causing Liu Long's next two strikes to hit empty air.

For a Battle Spirit Master with a Beast Spirit to get close to a Tool Spirit Master who used a long weapon, it was an absolutely devastating blow. Even though Liu Long was a level above Wang Sheng in strength, the result remained the same.

Bang! Wang Sheng's Tiger Claw struck Liu Long's head, slapping his whole body into the air. Then Wang Sheng twisted his body and followed with a Tiger Tail Whip from his right leg, heavily sweeping it into Liu Long's back and smashing him viciously toward the ground.

Liu Long did not have Wang Sheng's ability to take hits. All his Soul Power was concentrated in his staff, and his own defenses were not outstanding. Wang Sheng had put all his strength into those two attacks. When Liu Long slammed heavily into the ground, the impact immediately knocked him unconscious.

Wang Sheng threw back his head and roared in excitement, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment that had built up in his heart over the years.

Seeing this, Wu Liang inconspicuously glanced at Tang San. As expected of Tang San. Otherwise, Wang Sheng would definitely have lost.

Boss Xiao had originally been calmly watching Liu Long toy with Wang Sheng, but the sudden reversal of the situation shocked him.

Liu Long was among the top three strongest of his subordinates. If Boss Xiao had not already obtained his first Soul Ring, he could not guarantee that he would defeat Liu Long.

Xiao Wu said teasingly, "A ruined flower and broken willow really is a ruined flower and broken willow. So weak it can't take a single blow. Boss Xiao, what do you say?"

Boss Xiao waved a hand, having his other subordinates drag Liu Long away for urgent treatment. They were only students of the Junior Spirit Master Academy; with that little Soul Power, they could not kill anyone.

"We'll count the first round as our loss. Ling Feng, you're up."

Wu Liang had originally wanted to slack off. After all, even without him, they would still win just like in the original story. But Seria said, "Host, if you do not participate, the quest may be judged a failure."

The second person Boss Xiao sent out was a skinny upperclassman. With his small nose, tiny eyes, and slender build, he did not look twelve years old at all. Instead, he looked around the same age as Xiao Wu and Tang San.

"Call Wang Sheng back. I'll go." Tang San whispered into Xiao Wu's ear.

But before he could finish, Tang San was interrupted, because Wu Liang stepped forward and looked at Ling Feng. "I'll fight you. The sooner this ends, the sooner we can go back to sleep. Wang Sheng, come back."

Wang Sheng had not yet fully recovered from the excitement of defeating Liu Long. He looked at Xiao Wu, and seeing that she said nothing, returned to the group.

Wu Liang looked at Ling Feng. "Use whatever moves you have with all your might. Otherwise, you won't have the chance in a moment."

"You're a Work-Study Student?" Ling Feng looked at Wu Liang, uncertainty in his eyes.

"Make your move. Stop talking so much nonsense." Wu Liang said impatiently.

Though Ling Feng was small, he was still somewhat taller than Wu Liang, who was only in his first year. This duel would decide who became the students' leader, so Ling Feng stopped overthinking it. He leaped into the air, deftly flipped his body, spread his arms, and actually glided two meters as he pounced toward Wu Liang's head.

A Beast Spirit. Tang San recognized his opponent's Martial Soul at a glance. Master's teachings over the past few days had not been for nothing. This student called Ling Feng was an agility-type Battle Spirit Master. His Beast Spirit should be a flying beast. Judging from his not particularly fierce appearance and attack style, it should not be an eagle. Then it had to be something like a swallow or crow.

As his opponent pounced at him, Wu Liang did not move at all, as if the other person did not exist.

Ling Feng was extremely fast. Among the sixth-year students, he was known as the fastest. He was Boss Xiao's close friend, and his body was exceptionally nimble. Just as he was about to reach Wu Liang, his body suddenly flipped again. With a beat of both arms, he forcibly changed direction, arrived behind Wu Liang, and swung both arms toward either side of Wu Liang's neck.

"So annoying. If you're going to attack, just attack. Why make it so flashy?"

After saying that, Wu Liang turned around, covered his hand with Soul Power, and slapped Ling Feng to the ground. It looked like he had been knocked unconscious.

Everything happened too quickly. Before either group could react, Ling Feng had already been slapped unconscious. This made Boss Xiao feel the pressure.

Boss Xiao muttered, "Damn it, is the world changing? Why are all these younger kids so strong now?"

"Who's next?" Wu Liang did not care what they thought. He only wanted to end this boring farce as soon as possible.

"Kid, don't be so arrogant." Boss Xiao had his companions carry Ling Feng away, then turned back. "Xiao Chenyu, sixth-year student. Martial Soul: Wolf. Level 11, one-ring Battle Spirit Master."

Announcing one's Martial Soul and level was a sign of respect toward one's opponent.

As he spoke, a layer of cyan light emerged from Xiao Chenyu's body. Amid the flickering cyan glow, the muscles on his body began to swell, his eyes gradually turned pale green, and his arms slowly rose. His hands stretched forward, his nails becoming sharp. A white Soul Ring rose beneath his feet. This was the appearance of Martial Soul Possession.

As the students' leader, Xiao Chenyu showed his intelligence at this moment. There were few people in all of Notting Academy who did not know what his Martial Soul was, but Wu Liang was different. To Xiao Chenyu, Wu Liang's Martial Soul remained a mystery even now. By announcing his Martial Soul first, he wanted to learn what Wu Liang's Martial Soul was before they fought. That way, he could at least make some preparations.

Tang San had heard this rule of announcing Martial Souls from Master. Unless one completely disdained the opponent and was unafraid of making them an eternal enemy, when an opponent announced their Martial Soul, one generally had to announce one's own as well, showing mutual respect and exchanging techniques. But at this moment, Tang San felt that Boss Xiao was clearly trying to trick Wu Liang into revealing his Martial Soul. Still, when he thought of Wu Liang's Martial Soul and strength, he stopped worrying.

"Oh? You're angry now?"

Seeing Boss Xiao get serious, Wu Liang also said seriously, "Wu Liang, first-year Work-Study Student. Martial Soul: Tyrant Barak. Level 12, one-ring Battle Spirit Master."

"What? What level did you say? And what kind of monster Martial Soul is Barak?" Boss Xiao was completely dumbfounded.

"Level 12. As for my Martial Soul, if you want to see it, I'll show you."

After Wu Liang spoke, Barak appeared behind him. The moment it appeared, its scattered pressure nearly scared the group of upperclassmen on the other side to death. That was only because Wu Liang had restrained the Martial Soul's pressure. If he unleashed it fully, it could crush those little chicks on the other side to death.

Looking at the majestic Martial Soul behind Wu Liang and feeling the pressure coming from him, Boss Xiao immediately felt as though Heaven Dou was collapsing. There was no helping it; the Martial Soul suppression was too powerful. Boss Xiao even felt that his Martial Soul could barely maintain its protective state, let alone fight. What kind of incredibly powerful Martial Soul is this?

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