City Lord's Son, Part 2

City Lord's Son · Part 2

The lackey who had just warned Xiao Lie also looked helpless. He had not expected the City Lord's son he served to be so tongue-tied, so he could only bite the bullet and step in himself.

"Heh, what are we here for? Of course, to let you mud-legged peasants know who the boss of this academy really is.

"The nobles don't come looking for you, and you lowly mud-legged peasants don't even know to greet us yourselves. Do you have no sense of status at all!?

"Look at the distinguished gentleman before you. He is the City Lord's son, the top student of Nuoding Academy's sixth grade, a Level 12 Soul Master—Lord Xiao Lie."

As he finished, the lackey lavishly praised Xiao Lie. Xiao Lie was also quite proud of his cultivation, puffing out his chest as though waiting for them to hurry over and bow before him.

Ye Wen watched the scene speechlessly. What typical noble behavior. Unfortunately, Ye Wen was not the spineless sort. He looked at the two of them coolly and asked, "May I ask if Your Excellency is the City Lord's eldest son?"

The moment those words left his mouth, Xiao Lie froze.

No matter the world, not every child of a noble could be considered a noble, and the inheritance of titles came with all sorts of restrictions.

Ye Wen had long known that the City Lord of Nuoding City's eldest son had already gone to study at Suotuo City Intermediate Academy.

Therefore, the odds of this Xiao Lie inheriting the City Lord of Nuoding City's title and position were infinitesimal. Besides, if adults got involved in children fighting at Nuoding City Primary Academy, it would be a disgrace to the nobility. After all, not everyone had the cheek of the Old Ape from the Strength Clan.

As the City Lord's unfavored second son, even if he got beaten up, no one would stand up for him—unless the other side ganged up on him.

"Kid, I challenge you to a duel. We'll settle this the Soul Master way," Xiao Lie said, anger flashing in his eyes.

Clearly, his life at home had not been good. His elder brother overshadowed him, and strictly speaking, he was not even the second son but an illegitimate son. He was born to the City Lord's Concubine and had always been suppressed by the City Lord's legal wife. Now that Ye Wen had ripped open that wound, the fury in his heart was instantly ignited.

"Settle things the Soul Master way? That could work." Ye Wen scratched his chin, seeming to calculate something.

"Then if I lose the Soul Master duel, Dormitory Three will acknowledge you as boss. But what price will you pay if you lose? Don't tell me nobles will stop bullying Dormitory Three. As far as I remember, since school began, you people haven't seemed able to do anything to Dormitory Three anyway."

"What do you want?"

"Let me think. Hmm, there doesn't seem to be anything I want. You couldn't afford what I do want. So, if I win, acknowledge me as your boss." Ye Wen spoke casually.

Xiao Lie looked at the child before him. He had only been at the academy for two short years, yet he dared use such a tone to provoke him. But convinced that victory was assured, he said in a low voice, "Fine."

"Ye Wen, Level 11 Soul Master. Martial Soul: Black Cloth."

"Xiao Lie, Level 12 Soul Master. Martial Soul: Blazing Wolf!"

As they introduced themselves, they both underwent Martial Soul Possession. The instant Xiao Lie finished his introduction, he launched an attack at Ye Wen.

"First Soul Skill: Body of Blazing Fire!" Xiao Lie shouted. The Hundred-Year Soul Ring on his body lit up, and raging flames burst from him, turning him into a human torch in an instant.

Although Ye Wen crushed his opponent in Soul Power, his was not an attack-focused Martial Soul. He began silently analyzing the effects of his opponent's Soul Skill while dodging.

Body of Blazing Fire—obviously a strengthening-type Soul Skill. As for how much it can enhance him, that depends on the quality of his Martial Soul. A Blazing Wolf? Not a top-tier Beast Martial Soul, but not bad either. It ranks somewhere in the middle among Soul Beasts. Still, wolf-type Soul Beasts mainly rely on pack tactics. If it were a Blazing Wolf pack led by a Ten-Thousand-Year Blazing Wolf King, even a Soul Saint would have to keep their distance.

But this guy's Martial Soul quality and cultivated Soul Power are both far too weak. Only Level 13 Soul Power at twelve years old—what a joke. He wouldn't even meet the entry threshold of that trash Shrek Academy.

Still, compared to Xiao Chenyu, the City Lord's son in the original story, who was only Level 11 with a white Soul Ring, this City Lord's son was fairly decent.

But he was still too weak. His attacks had no form, like wild flailing, and his footing was unsteady. Assessment complete: you're doomed to lose.

After evading several of Xiao Lie's attacks, Ye Wen had already gauged Xiao Lie's abilities. His gaze sharpened as he wrapped the summoned Nab Cloth directly around his hands.

Xiao Lie swept at him head-on again, but Ye Wen crouched and launched a sweeping kick, instantly knocking Xiao Lie off balance and onto the ground. He then drove a fist toward Xiao Lie's face, stopping just an inch away.

Looking at the fist rushing toward him, Xiao Lie's eyes filled with terror. Even after Ye Wen stopped, he still had not recovered his senses.

"You lost. From now on, I'm your boss."

What a boring fight. Ye Wen withdrew his Martial Soul and turned to head back to the dormitory.

Xiao Lie stared blankly at Ye Wen's rock-steady figure and did not get up for a while.

As Ye Wen was about to disappear through the dormitory door, Xiao Lie seemed to have an epiphany. He hurriedly got to his feet and shouted, "Why are you so strong?!"

Ye Wen paused at the doorway, glanced at him, and casually blurted out, "The world of Soul Masters doesn't believe in tears. Only the sweat shed through diligent cultivation is a Soul Master's sole support in this world.

"Forget it. Why am I telling you this? Go back. Though I made you acknowledge me as your boss, I don't need anything from you. Just act like we're strangers. Don't disturb my cultivation. I don't want to waste time at the age when cultivation progresses the fastest."

With that, Ye Wen waved his hand and returned to the dormitory to continue meditating and cultivating.

Ye Wen's words pierced Xiao Lie's heart like a nail. As an illegitimate son in his family, he had no right to inherit the title. Although his Martial Soul talent was better than his elder brother's, he received no preferential resources, and the City Lord's legal wife would occasionally interfere with his cultivation. He had long since fallen into decadence. Otherwise, he would not have had only Level 12 Soul Power at this age.

Though his cultivation was disrupted, his privileged life had left him with no pressure to survive. Yet Ye Wen had awakened him directly: in the world of Soul Masters, noble status meant nothing. In the future, he could only rely on himself to make a living.

He knew perfectly well what kind of life low-level Soul Masters led. If he did not want such a life, then he had to become stronger.

In this Douluo World where the weak were prey to the strong, only the strong had the right to speak. And right now, he was undoubtedly weak.

At that moment, the fighting spirit that had long vanished from Xiao Lie's eyes began to burn once more.