My Hand Was Sore from All the Slapping

Zhu Zhuqing, firmly locked onto by the Spirit Emperor's aura, felt a chill run down her back. She was so anxious that tears nearly welled up in her eyes.

Lin Feng had not expected Li Song to make a move so decisively.

Frowning slightly, he stepped forward and positioned himself in front of Zhu Zhuqing. He gently patted her shoulder. "It's fine. Take her aside and wait."

Zhu Zhuqing felt her body relax, and the weight in her heart finally lifted.

As expected of Teacher—he made her feel completely safe.

Then Lin Feng looked up at the menacing Li Song. His tone was calm, though laced with teasing. "What, a few words are enough to make a dignified Spirit Emperor attack a child? At your age, your self-restraint still seems a little lacking, doesn't it?"

Li Song snorted coldly. He sized up Lin Feng's excessively youthful face and, showing no courtesy whatsoever, rebuked him unhappily.

"Where did this little brat come from? Such disrespect! Call out the adults from your family! This Old Man wants to personally ask how they raised their child, to actually allow someone from their sect to cause trouble at another person's doorstep!"

Lin Feng was clearly stunned for a moment.

He had been mistaken for a child?

Not only did Lin Feng fail to back down, he instead took another step forward and raised a hand to pat Li Song on the shoulder.

In the tense atmosphere, that gesture seemed especially abrupt and provocative.

"Isn't this a coincidence..."

He spoke casually, with a roguish grin. "I'm the dean of this newly opened Supreme Academy. What explanation do you want? Come on, tell me. I'll give it to you."

Li Song was dumbfounded.

Subconsciously, he glanced at the six glowing Soul Rings beneath his feet.

Was this young man blind or stupid? Couldn't he see the intimidation of a Spirit Emperor?

"You're the dean?"

He was so furious that he laughed. "Heh! What a joke! Since when could anyone put up a sign and call themselves a dean? Fine, even if you are the dean, explain this to me—what gives you the right to openly steal people right outside Shrek Academy's gates? Do you have any sense of rules at all?"

"Steal people?"

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, looking utterly innocent. "Did she join your academy? Did she pay? Did she sign anything? Since she did none of that, she can go with whoever she wants. How is that stealing people? That's called fair competition."

Li Song was choked up for a moment. The argument sounded twisted, but upon thinking about it, it did make some sense.

But she had clearly been taken from his group!

"What sophistry! Young man, I advise you to know what's good for you. Apologize immediately, and compensate our academy with one hundred gold coins for emotional damages. Then I'll pretend this never happened. Otherwise..."

The moment Lin Feng heard the word "compensate,"

the smile on his face vanished completely, and his gaze turned cold.

"What did you say? Compensation? Say that again."

For some reason, Li Song suddenly felt the surrounding air turn icy cold. An invisible pressure made his scalp tingle.

But the dignity of a Spirit Emperor forced him to hold firm. "I said you should ap-apologize! And compen—"

Before he could finish, he was answered with a clean, decisive slap!

"Slap—"

With a sharp crack, Li Song did not even see the movement clearly. He only felt an overwhelming force strike him, sending him flying several meters before he crashed heavily to the ground, seeing stars.

"You want me to compensate you?"

Lin Feng's voice was as cold as ice. "You must not have asked around about how I earned the title of Slap God of War."

One slap clearly had not quelled his anger. He strode forward, grabbed Li Song by the collar, hauled him up, and backhanded him with several resounding slaps across both cheeks.

"Slap! Slap! Slap—"

The crisp sound of slapping echoed through the streets, making the eyelids of everyone nearby twitch.

"Do you still want compensation?"

"Do you still want an apology?"

"Speak!"

Li Song had been slapped until he was dizzy and disoriented. His cheeks were swollen high, and his ears rang incessantly.

He was both shocked and enraged, nearly coughing up blood.

A dignified Spirit Emperor was being slapped around like a grandson in full view of everyone!

Even more terrifyingly, he realized that in this young man's hands, he could not muster even the slightest strength to resist!

What kind of monster was this?

He wanted to call for help, but his mouth was so badly swollen that he could not utter a single word.

The enormous commotion finally alerted the people inside Shrek Academy.

The first to rush out was Dai Mubai.

The moment he saw his own teacher being grabbed by the collar and slapped wildly, rage surged within him!

"Bastard! Stop!"

He roared and released his Martial Soul without hesitation. "Martial Soul Possession!"

He had already completed his Martial Soul Possession while charging forward, his momentum fierce and imposing.

Yet Lin Feng merely raised his eyes and gave him a cold glance.

The chill and indifference in that gaze made Dai Mubai's heart jolt, and his charging steps unconsciously halted.

"Zhuqing..."

Without even turning his head, Lin Feng calmly ordered, "Go. Take him down. Beat him to death."

Ever since Dai Mubai had appeared, Zhu Zhuqing's fists had been clenched tight, her teeth grinding audibly.

A surge of unwillingness and hatred instantly rose within her.

Dai Mubai was currently fifteen years old, a level thirty-seven Battle Soul Elder.

But after receiving the Direct Transmission of the Cultivation Method and familiarizing herself with it overnight, Zhu Zhuqing's strength was already worlds apart from before. She happened to need an Actual Combat target to test her skills on and vent her emotions.

Besides, her teacher had her back. What was there to fear?

"Understood, Teacher!"

Zhu Zhuqing answered and rushed out. Her Nine Nether Spirit Cat Martial Soul instantly possessed her, and two yellow Soul Rings abruptly lit up.

"You disgusting thing, I'm your opponent!"

She shouted lowly and charged straight at Dai Mubai, filled with raging fury.

The two clashed in an instant. Soul Power collided, and fierce gusts scattered in every direction.

Zhu Zhuqing's attacks were sharp and relentless, her body nimble as she struck with all her strength, wanting to completely unleash the emotions she had kept bottled up.

Lin Feng no longer paid attention to the battle over there.

After slapping for so long, he shook out his hand, seeming a little tired. He simply planted a foot on the limp Li Song and pinned him to the ground.

"Old bastard, my hand's gone sore from slapping you. If you don't compensate me for my trouble, wouldn't that be unreasonable?"

Li Song coughed up several teeth mixed with blood, nearly driven mad with rage.

He had been beaten into this state, and now he still had to pay? Was there no justice left in the world?

"Y-you dare... Let me go, or you're dead..." he squeezed out the threat with difficulty, but it carried no force at all.

In response, Lin Feng gave him several more merciless kicks.

"Old bastard, can't you read the situation? You still dare threaten me?"

"Pfft... Cough..." Li Song suffered several more brutal kicks.

The commotion here grew louder and louder. Finally, an even more massive figure rushed out from within Shrek Academy with an angry roar!

"Which bastard dares lay a hand on someone from Shrek Academy? Let me teach you how to behave!"

It was Zhao Wuji!

He strode over in great strides, and with every step, the ground seemed to tremble faintly.

Even more suffocating were the Soul Rings rising beneath his feet in sequence—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

A full seven Soul Rings. The overwhelming pressure of a Soul Saint instantly blanketed the entire area!

"It's a Soul Saint! A Soul Saint powerhouse!"

"That young man is finished now! He's caused a huge disaster!"