First Meeting with Bibi Dong

Jin Chen's moves were broad and forceful, the strong wind howling around them.

Xia Yang, meanwhile, appeared far more composed. His footsteps shifted constantly, his figure elusive.

He nimbly evaded Jin Chen's heavy blows while calmly observing every movement his opponent made, searching for possible openings.

Bang.

Bang.

Two dull thuds rang out almost simultaneously!

Xia Yang lashed out with a fierce high whip kick, striking the side of Jin Chen's head like a bolt of purple lightning.

At nearly the same instant, Jin Chen's fist, covered in Golden Scale Armor, landed solidly on Xia Yang's chest!

"Wah—!"

A wave of shocked cries erupted from the watching crowd.

The next moment, Xia Yang was sent flying backward.

He adjusted his posture in midair and landed somewhat unsteadily.

Then he slid back several more steps before finally regaining his footing.

Jin Chen, on the other hand, merely staggered a few steps to one side before steadying himself.

At that moment, the victor on the field seemed clear.

"Xia, and you still won't admit defeat after this?"

"Exactly. You're no match for our boss at all."

"For a Work-study Student, lasting this many exchanges against our boss is already impressive. Know when to stop, or you'll look even worse later."

Seeing this, Jin Chen's followers shouted even more enthusiastically.

However, just then—

"Look at Jin Chen!"

A cry rose from the crowd, and everyone's gaze instantly focused on Jin Chen.

A thin stream of bright red blood was slowly trickling from Jin Chen's left ear!

Against his golden armor, that streak of red looked especially glaring.

The situation on the field instantly became subtle.

Although Xia Yang had been sent flying, his expression was unchanged after getting back up, as though he had not suffered any serious injury.

Jin Chen appeared to hold the advantage and had only taken a few steps back, yet blood had appeared at his ear.

The outcome of this contest was still uncertain.

Jin Chen raised a hand and touched his left ear. The crimson staining his fingertips made him freeze for a moment.

"Blood?"

"I... was injured?"

After that brief shock came boundless humiliation and rage.

Jin Chen could not accept that he had actually been injured by a Work-study Student!

"Ah! Kid, I'll fight you to the death!"

Jin Chen's eyes turned bloodshot, and his reason was immediately swallowed by fury.

With a roar, he completely abandoned defense. Relying on the formidable protection provided by Golden Armor, he charged recklessly at Xia Yang.

At that moment, Jin Chen wanted only to crush Xia Yang completely with the most violent attack possible!

In the blink of an eye, he had charged in front of Xia Yang.

This punch, containing all his rage and Soul Power, shot straight at Xia Yang's chest without any flourish!

"First Soul Skill: Icefire Roar Bullet."

Faced with this nearly crazed attack, Xia Yang remained unhurried.

He circulated his Soul Power, carefully maintaining the secret technique concealing his Spirit Ring. At the same time, he lightly sent out a palm to meet that golden fist.

At the instant their fist and palm met—

A purple round ball radiating intense Soul Power Fluctuation silently condensed in Xia Yang's palm.

"Boom—!"

The two Soul Skills collided violently.

Following that came a dull impact.

Then came a teeth-gritting crack, clearly sounding from Jin Chen's arm.

Xia Yang's gaze shifted slightly, and he immediately withdrew his strength and pulled back his palm.

Only then did he prevent Jin Chen's arm from being completely shattered.

The surroundings immediately fell into an eerie silence as everyone stared wide-eyed at the center of the field.

Before this match began, no one had expected such an outcome.

Jin Chen—the Jin Chen who was usually so imposing and arrogant—had actually lost.

And he had lost to an unknown Work-study Student.

"Impossible... This can't be possible..."

Jin Chen knelt on one knee, his left hand tightly clutching his broken right arm as fine beads of sweat seeped across his forehead.

"You're just a Work-study Student..."

Xia Yang looked down at him and said calmly, "The winner and loser have been decided. It's time to fulfill your promise."

"You, I..."

Jin Chen abruptly lifted his head. His lips trembled, but he could not produce a complete sentence for a long while.

"What, are you planning to go back on your word?"

Xia Yang raised a brow.

"No... I admit defeat."

Jin Chen lowered his head dejectedly, his voice full of disappointment.

Those words were like a stone cast into a still lake, instantly stirring ripples through the crowd.

"Jin Chen actually admitted defeat."

"Who exactly is this Xia Yang? I've never seen him before."

"He seems to be a new student. He just arrived."

"Haha, so Jin Chen has a day like this too! Let's see how he keeps acting arrogant from now on."

Discussion rose and fell around them, and the gazes directed at Xia Yang were filled with curiosity and awe.

"Boss, are you all right?"

"Boss, should we take him together?"

"Hang on, I'll carry you to find a healing Soul Master."

Several of Jin Chen's followers hurriedly crowded around him, speaking over one another.

"Stop making things difficult."

Jin Chen grimaced in pain and said, "Help me find the academy's healing teacher first."

His underlings hurriedly helped him to his feet.

Before leaving, Jin Chen stood with his back to Xia Yang and said in a deep voice, "I keep my word."

"From now on, I won't make things difficult for the people from the Work-Study Dormitory."

"Fine. I'll trust you once."

Xia Yang replied calmly.

After watching Jin Chen and his group leave, Xia Yang turned to the people still watching and called out, "The show is over. Everyone, disperse."

"Move along, move along. There's nothing left to see."

Yu Xiaogang also helped drive the crowd away.

"That's it?"

"I haven't seen enough yet."

"Exactly. I wanted to see blood flowing like a river..."

Several dissatisfied complaints came from the crowd.

"What a bunch of people who just want chaos."

Xia Yang watched the crowd gradually disperse and shook his head helplessly.

He patted Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder and urged, "Stop standing there. Pack up and head back to the dormitory."

The two picked up the Spirit Beast meat they had placed on the ground and turned toward the Work-Study Dormitory.

Just as they were about to step through the dormitory entrance, a clear female voice came from behind them.

"Please wait."

The corner of Xia Yang's mouth lifted imperceptibly. He then turned around, putting on a suitably puzzled expression as he asked, "What is it, fellow student?"

A young girl in a Purple-red Long Dress slowly stepped out from behind a tree to the side.

The young girl had a graceful figure. Though she was not particularly tall, her curves were exquisite, her full chest and slender waist forming a captivating contrast. Her black Long Hair fell casually over her shoulders.

"Hello, my name is Bibi Dong."

Bibi Dong introduced herself openly and generously. "I watched your match just now and wanted to get to know you."

"I'm Xia Yang, and this is Yu Xiaogang."

Pretending not to understand, Xia Yang asked, "What did you want from us?"

Bibi Dong smiled beautifully and said, "Just call me senior, or call me by my name directly."

"Then, Bibi Dong, what exactly do you want from us?"

Xia Yang continued to press.

"If there's nothing else, please don't disturb us."

Yu Xiaogang's tone was stiff. His mind was entirely occupied with Luo Sanpao, and he could not muster any interest in a beauty like Bibi Dong.