Dormitory Conflict, Wang Dong Suppressed with One Hand

Damn it, I came too early.

Tang Feng pushed open the door to Dormitory 108.

At once, a foul smell hit him, and the room was especially damp.

"I'll have my roommate clean it when they get here."

Tang Feng casually waved a hand.

A gust of Soul Power swept the foul odor out through the window.

Then, he summoned the Life Blue Silver Grass and purified his own bed.

He also used the Blue Silver Grass

to sweep away the dust around his bed.

Afterward, he took out the bedding Xu Jiujiu had prepared and spread it directly over the bed.

"You're really lazy, kid. You only cleaned your own little patch."

The Ice Empress said disdainfully.

The room was not large, and cleaning it would not have taken much effort. He was simply lazy.

"Ice Empress, come help me clean up."

Tang Feng smiled faintly.

He lay comfortably on the bed, his entire body growing languid.

After ten full days in a carriage, he felt as though he had been shaken apart. He needed to rest properly first.

After all, he still did not know whether his roommate would be Huo Yuhao or Wang Dong'er.

Before he knew it,

Tang Feng drifted off into a drowsy sleep.

He was not startled awake until a noisy voice rang out beside his ears.

"What the hell? You only cleaned your own side?"

The newcomer was a young girl.

She had delicate features and fair skin. Her large eyes were particularly striking, a faint pinkish blue.

Her neat short hair gave her a distinct, heroic air.

That handsome face of hers was only slightly inferior to Tang Feng's.

"Don't you have hands?"

Tang Feng remained unmoved.

If the newcomer had been Huo Yuhao, he definitely would have quietly cleaned the rest of the room.

Tang Feng might even have felt guilty and treated Huo Yuhao to a meal later as compensation.

Unfortunately, it was Wang Dong'er.

The young mistress of the Clear Sky Sect whose soul had been divided by God King Tang.

In terms of status, Tang Feng was no inferior to Wang Dong'er. Why should he listen to her?

"I have a few rules. Remember them clearly."

"First, don't casually bring people back to the dormitory. Second, don't walk around naked in the dormitory. Third, don't snore at night. Fourth, don't disturb me. Fifth, the dormitory cleaning is your responsibility."

"If you don't listen to me, I'll beat you out of here. Try me if you don't believe it."

Wang Dong was incredibly arrogant.

Like Tang Feng, she could at most tidy up her own bed.

As for the troublesome cleaning of the rest of the dormitory, she was completely incapable of handling it herself and had to dump it all on the other person.

"You're welcome to try."

Tang Feng truly did not know

where this cross-dressing girl got such absolute confidence.

Was it her level twenty-one Soul Power and her Thousand-Year second Spirit Ring?

Not to mention that Tang Feng was a level forty-three Soul Ancestor.

Even as a level twenty-one Soul Grandmaster, he would still beat Wang Dong senseless.

"My name is Wang Dong!"

"Before long, that name will resound throughout Shrek Academy."

"And your name will soon disappear from Shrek Academy."

Wang Dong jumped out the window.

She crooked a finger at Tang Feng, intending to duel on the large platform outside the window.

To deal with someone her own age, Wang Dong had no need to use the Soul Fighting Arena.

Tang Feng turned and slowly circled around from the main entrance to the large platform outside the dormitory.

"My name is Tang Feng."

"I'm a frail Healing Spirit Master."

The moment Tang Feng finished speaking,

he activated the trait [Absolute First Strike] and effortlessly grabbed Wang Dong's arm.

Then, with a stylish Shoulder Throw, he slammed Wang Dong to the ground and pinned her there.

"Are you even human? You actually ambushed me?"

Wang Dong's fury burned.

She had heard that Tang Feng was a Healing Spirit Master and had been about to suggest a different contest.

Instead, the world spun around her as Tang Feng pinned her firmly to the ground in an extremely humiliating position.

"This is called all's fair in war."

Tang Feng said cheerfully.

No matter how Wang Dong struggled, she could not escape his grasp.

Tang Feng's body was now strong enough to withstand a Spirit Ring of over thirty thousand years.

What about Wang Dong?

She was still a nobody who had only barely been able to absorb a Thousand-Year Spirit Ring before coming to the academy.

"Bastard, do you think you've won?"

How could Wang Dong possibly admit defeat so easily?

A pair of blue butterfly wings spread open behind her.

The colors at the tips of the forewings shifted continuously from deep blue to azure to light blue.

The entire butterfly wing surface resembled a blue sky inlaid with a string of beautiful halos, bringing light to those who saw it.

The Light Goddess Butterfly was the most beautiful butterfly martial soul on the Douluo Continent, the pinnacle of beauty among beast martial souls.

It only appeared on exceptionally beautiful female Spirit Masters.

Moreover, it appeared randomly at an extremely low probability and could not be inherited through bloodlines.

"First Soul Skill, Wing Guillotine."

Golden edges of sharp light formed along the wings of the Light Goddess Butterfly behind Wang Dong.

Two streaks of golden light shot out like guillotines, slashing toward Tang Feng.

"That's it?"

Tang Feng slightly tilted his body.

He smoothly evaded the two golden blades.

Then, he twisted Wang Dong's arm and flipped her body over along with it.

After that, he sat right on the Light Goddess Butterfly and slapped Wang Dong on the back of the head.

The force was just right: enough to leave her dazed without hurting her brain, making her eyes clear up.

"Let me go!"

Although Wang Dong'er was being suppressed,

her second Spirit Ring instantly lit up, and her martial soul erupted with dazzling light.

Tang Feng followed with another slap, striking Wang Dong so hard that she became dizzy and disoriented. Even her martial soul became unstable, and she was forcibly unable to use her Second Soul Skill.

Instead, the Light Goddess Butterfly showed faint signs of dispersing.

"Young people these days."

Mu En's pupils trembled slightly.

He truly had not expected Tang Feng, a Healing Spirit Master, to possess such combat strength.

When Tang Feng had grabbed his wrist in front of the dormitory building earlier, it seemed that it had not been an accident.

Otherwise, Wang Dong would not have been thrown to the ground by Tang Feng in a single move without any ability to resist.

That was the Light Goddess Butterfly martial soul!

Yet Tang Feng was pinning it to the ground and beating it up. He really had no idea how to treat a lady gently!

Tang Feng had close ties with the Star Luo Imperial Family, so he should not have been unaware of the Light Goddess Butterfly's characteristics.

This martial soul was named after a goddess. How could it possibly appear on a man?

"Little brat, go back and train some more."

"Are you still going to make me clean the dormitory?"

Tang Feng could accept the first few conditions.

But when it came to cleaning, Wang Dong had to do it no matter what.

Otherwise, he would not have used the Blue Silver Grass martial soul to clean only his own bed.

"Bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

Wang Dong was utterly humiliated.

Especially because she was getting beaten outside the freshmen dormitories, where many people would surely see it.

Wang Dong's lifelong reputation had been completely ruined in Tang Feng's hands today.

"You want to fight me to the death?"

"Get back there and clean the dormitory. From now on, all dormitory cleaning is yours."

Tang Feng gave Wang Dong another slap.

He wanted to see whether Wang Dong's mouth was tougher or her head was tougher. He might as well give her a few impressive bumps; in any case, he could heal her if she got hurt.

"Let me go. I'll go back and sweep the floor."

After taking several slaps in a row,

Wang Dong finally behaved herself and voluntarily took responsibility for the cleaning of Dormitory 108.

Tang Feng slowly stood up, dusted off his clothes, and entered the dormitory alone through the main entrance.

Wang Dong alone looked aggrieved, her head hanging low as she grew angrier the more she thought about it.

If she had been able to beat Tang Feng, she would have hung him from a tree and beaten him right now.

"You didn't lose unfairly."

"Even this old man failed to see that he possessed such combat strength."

Mu En pondered for a long while.

He believed Tang Feng had used a Divine Skill when he silently caught his wrist.

Not just Wang Dong—anyone who encountered that little fellow would suffer a major loss.

"Old sir, is he really a Healing Spirit Master?"

What humiliated Wang Dong most

was that she, an assault-type Soul Grandmaster, had actually lost to a Healing Spirit Master.

Where was she supposed to put her face now?