Thirty Days East of the River, Thirty Days West of the River—Never Mock a Poor Young Girl

Nuoding Academy, Back Hill.

News of Xiao Wu challenging Yang Yuan quickly spread like wildfire under her deliberate promotion.

The people from Dorm Seven, along with Xiao Chenyu's group, soon arrived at Back Hill, ready to watch this "battle of the ages."

After all, Xiao Wu was no weakling, and she had now obtained her First Soul Ring.

Yang Yuan, on the other hand, had an impressive record, but his Soul Power Level was still a notch below Xiao Wu's.

So, as for who would have the last laugh in this fight, Xiao Chenyu and his group truly could not jump to any conclusions.

Yang Yuan stood in an open area on Back Hill, his gaze fixed on Xiao Wu's fair face seven or eight meters away, lingering on her eyes for an extra second.

The dark circles beneath her eyes had completely vanished after she condensed her First Soul Ring, restoring her lively and adorable appearance.

Unfortunately, that pretty face was about to suffer again!

Yang Yuan grinned.

He definitely would not go easy on her.

When dealing with a bratty girl like Xiao Wu, only a heavy beating could make her feel respect.

Yang Yuan's smile sent an involuntary shiver through Xiao Wu's body.

But once she noticed where Yang Yuan was looking, Xiao Wu immediately guessed what he was thinking and gnashed her teeth in anger.

You bastard, Yang Yuan. You still dare to set your sights on my eyes.

Let's see how I deal with you today!

Xiao Wu put her hands on her hips and instantly activated Martial Soul Possession.

A pink glow emanated from her body, and her eyes turned pink as well.

A yellow Soul Ring rose and revolved beneath her feet.

When the onlookers saw the Hundred-Year Soul Ring beneath Xiao Wu's feet, they all cried out in shock.

Even Xiao Chenyu had only absorbed a Ten-Year Soul Ring.

"A Hundred-Year Soul Ring!"

"Boss Yang is in danger now!" Xiao Chenyu said gravely.

As far as he knew, Yang Yuan was strong, but he had yet to obtain his First Soul Ring.

Though he had also defeated Xiao Chenyu, a One-Ring Soul Master,

there were still differences among One-Ring Soul Masters.

Xiao Chenyu knew exactly what he was capable of.

Let alone Xiao Wu, even any One-Ring Soul Master with a Hundred-Year Soul Ring could easily defeat him.

The people from Dorm Seven gathered together.

Even they now felt that Yang Yuan would have an extremely difficult time defeating Xiao Wu.

After activating Martial Soul Possession, Xiao Wu looked at Yang Yuan with smug delight.

"Little Yuan, even if you beg for mercy and admit defeat now, Sister Xiao Wu still won't go easy on you."

"Hahaha! Just obediently let Sister Xiao Wu beat you into a pighead."

"A pighead?" Yang Yuan smiled teasingly and glanced at Xiao Wu.

"That's not a bad idea."

"Unfortunately, the one getting beaten into a pighead will only be you!"

Xiao Wu's little face flushed red with anger as she shouted.

"You little brat, asking for a beating!"

Before her words had even faded, pink light flashed around her body. She shot forward at once and pounced toward Yang Yuan.

The wind howled around her. To the onlookers, her speed was like a pink afterimage.

Everyone stared intently at the scene, only to see Yang Yuan standing still, completely unmoved.

Only when Xiao Wu came within ten feet of Yang Yuan did he finally make his move.

Chaos Light flickered within his Double Pupil as he suddenly pushed off the ground.

The next second, Yang Yuan had already lunged straight in front of Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu's pupils contracted.

Yang Yuan was too fast, and his movement had been far too sudden.

Only after he had closed in before her did Xiao Wu abruptly react.

But it was clearly too late.

Before she could even make a move, a black shadow the size of a sandbag rapidly enlarged in her vision.

Guess what that sandbag-sized black shadow was?

Naturally, it was Yang Yuan's fist.

Not good!

The moment that thought surfaced in Xiao Wu's mind, Yang Yuan's sandbag-sized fist smashed into her delicate face.

Bang!

Xiao Wu's vision went black. Her previously unstoppable momentum came to an abrupt halt, and she stumbled backward again and again.

Just as she recovered from the pain, what greeted her were Yang Yuan's white teeth and the black shadow enlarging in her vision once more.

"Again?!"

Xiao Wu cried out, but it was useless.

Yang Yuan threw left hooks, right hooks, and uppercuts, targeting nothing but Xiao Wu's head.

He controlled the force behind every punch perfectly.

Enough to leave her dazed, but not enough to hurt her brain.

The stunned onlookers watched the scene unfold before erupting into an uproar.

Who could have imagined that Yang Yuan, who had not yet obtained his First Soul Ring, could suppress Xiao Wu even after she had absorbed a Soul Ring?

Most importantly, Xiao Wu had no room to fight back at all.

Yang Yuan's assault...

was simply too brutal!

Thinking of Xiao Wu's adorable, lively face, the crowd could not help but sigh inwardly.

Boss Yang really had no idea how to show tenderness toward a girl!

While Xiao Chenyu and the others sighed in amazement, Xiao Wu, who was in the middle of the fight, felt deep despair.

This battle was far too stifling.

After Yang Yuan seized the initiative and suppressed her, his relentless barrage gave her no chance to counterattack.

She could not even use a Soul Skill.

If she could unleash her First Soul Skill, then with the hundred percent increase in waist strength and fifty percent increase in flexibility granted by Waist Bow,

Xiao Wu believed she would definitely be able to break free from Yang Yuan's assault.

Unfortunately, under Yang Yuan's offense, she did not have the slightest ability to fight back.

Yang Yuan treated Xiao Wu like a punching bag for a full five minutes before suddenly increasing his strength.

Bang!

The world spun around her, and Xiao Wu fell stiffly backward onto the ground.

The battle was over.

More than ten seconds later, Xiao Wu finally staggered to her feet, dizzy and disoriented, yet she still took several unsteady steps in place.

When the crowd gathered around and saw her bruised and swollen face, they all sucked in a cold breath.

Too brutal!

But when they recalled Xiao Wu's arrogant, smug behavior from earlier, they all shook their heads.

She had it coming!

If her attitude had been better earlier, she would not have been beaten into this state.

Once Xiao Wu had fully recovered, she looked up.

Yang Yuan was smiling at her.

"Xiao Wu, do you know who the boss is now?"

Fear flashed across Xiao Wu's face. She could not even spare a thought for the burning pain in her face as she nodded repeatedly like a pecking chicken.

Yang Yuan smiled in satisfaction.

"Not bad. You've learned your lesson."

As he spoke, he reached out, intending to pat Xiao Wu on the shoulder.

But Xiao Wu reflexively retreated two steps, looking at Yang Yuan as though she were looking at a demon.

"D-Don't touch me!"

Yang Yuan shrugged and smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Why are you getting so worked up?"

"I still prefer the way you used to be—proud and unruly."

Xiao Wu frantically shook her head. Her originally palm-sized face had now swollen into a pighead, covered in bruises.

Thinking of how miserable she looked now, Xiao Wu regretted it so badly her guts turned green.

If she had known Yang Yuan was this strong, she would have waited before challenging him.

Now, not only had she failed to gain anything, she had instead been beaten into a pighead by Yang Yuan.

Though she did not know what she looked like after being beaten up, she was definitely ugly as hell.

Xiao Wu wanted to cry, but no tears came.

Especially when she saw Yang Yuan's narrowed-eye smile, she both hated and feared him. Gritting her teeth, she silently made up her mind.

Laugh while you can.

Thirty days east of the river, thirty days west of the river—never mock a poor young girl.

One day, I'll beat you into a huge pighead too.