Snatching My Rabbit?

"Blue Silver Grass? Since when can a waste martial soul like Blue Silver Grass even cultivate?" Wang Sheng first showed surprise, then let out a mocking laugh.

The other children in the dormitory burst into laughter, staring at Tang San as if he were an idiot.

"Could you please move aside?" Tang San said with a forced smile.

Wang Sheng didn't listen to a word he said, just went on talking about the rules of the Seventh Dorm.

"The rule of the Seventh Dorm is that whoever has the biggest fist is the boss. I'm the boss here. Xiao Sanzi, from now on, you listen to me, got it?"

Just a bunch of little brats, competitive and stirring up trouble for themselves. Tang San's expression cooled slightly. "I'm here to study. I have no interest in being the boss, and I don't plan on recognizing anyone as one. Also, my name is Tang San, not Xiao Sanzi."

"I'll call you Xiao Sanzi if I want. What, you got a problem?" Wang Sheng said, reaching out to shove Tang San.

Tang San's face darkened completely. His body reacted instantly—he sank his waist slightly, leaned his upper body to one side, dodging Wang Sheng's outstretched hand. Then he twisted his waist, thrust his shoulder forward, and drove his elbow into Wang Sheng's side. Stepping forward with his right foot, he grabbed Wang Sheng's arm and pulled with the momentum.

Stumbling, Wang Sheng lost his balance and pitched forward.

With a bang, his body slammed into the door before stopping.

"Boss!" The watching dormmates gasped, glaring at Tang San with hostility.

"I'm fine!" Wang Sheng called out immediately, stopping his dormmates from rushing in.

He straightened up, leaning on the door, and looked at Tang San with surprise and doubt. "Tang San, was that a soul skill you just used?"

"Soul skill?" Tang San's face showed confusion, and he couldn't help asking, "What's a soul skill?"

"It's a technique you use with your martial soul and soul power." Wang Sheng scratched his head, stepped forward, and continued, "Tang San, sorry, you might have misunderstood earlier. I wasn't trying to bully you, I was—"

He stopped, a bitter smile spreading across his face. He pulled up his sleeves, revealing seven or eight blue and purple bruises on his arms.

"What's this?" Tang San's eyes widened in surprise. He had used some force, and the impact from Wang Sheng's collision should have hurt, but it wouldn't have left that many bruises.

"I got these yesterday on the way to school, from students in other dorms." Wang Sheng's voice carried a hint of grievance. "We work-study students all come from poor families. We have no power or influence, and our talent and strength are low. We get bullied by students from other dorms all the time at the academy. So, in the Seventh Dorm, we have to stick together and pick the strongest as our boss to stand up for us."

"Tang San, you're way stronger than me. I want to hand the boss position over to you."

Tang San's expression softened, and he nodded slightly. "I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I won't let our dormmates get pushed around."

A sense of justice is a basic trait of a chivalrous hero. Helping the weak and protecting the downtrodden is what every righteous person should do...

Tang San saw himself as a chivalrous hero, so he didn't refuse.

And so, Tang San naturally became the boss of the Seventh Dorm.

On the other side...

"From now on, you don't leave here without my permission, or I'll turn you into a Spicy Rabbit Head, got it?" Lin Ye said to Xiao Wu.

The latter drooped her head, looking utterly lifeless.

"We're being watched. It's a human Titled Douluo." Snow Empress suddenly spoke.

A Titled Douluo? Lin Ye frowned, thought for a moment, and figured it out. The only Titled Douluo who could show up in Notting City was Tang Hao.

Today was Tang San's first day at the academy. Wouldn't Tang Hao, as his father, want to keep an eye on things?

As for why Tang Hao had his sights set on their group, it had to be because of Xiao Wu!

Just then, a burly figure appeared silently in the courtyard. The man looked about fifty, with a tall, sturdy build like a bear, but his appearance was hard to praise. He wore a tattered robe without even a single patch, revealing bronze skin underneath. His otherwise decent facial features were covered in a waxy yellow tint, his eyes were half-closed and drowsy, his hair was a messy bird's nest, and his beard looked like it hadn't been trimmed in ages. His gaze was dull and murky, and the smell of alcohol wafted off him.

Seeing this sight, Lin Ye knew it was that bastard Tang Hao without a doubt.

After appearing, Tang Hao immediately locked onto Xiao Wu. His murky old eyes showed a rare intensity, even greed.

Xiao Wu felt like she was facing a bloodthirsty bear. Trembling with fear, she instinctively hid behind Lin Ye, even if it wouldn't help.

Suppressing the urge to act immediately, Tang Hao looked at Snow Empress. He sensed no cultivation from her at all—she seemed like an ordinary person.

But somehow, Tang Hao felt this woman was dangerous. It was an instinct.

Tang Hao trusted his instincts, which was why he didn't just grab her outright.

"I'm taking this soul beast. I advise you not to be ungrateful." Tang Hao's opening words were dripping with dominance.

If possible, he hoped to win without a fight.

As he spoke, Tang Hao slowly raised his right hand. A black light gathered in his palm, forming a massive hammer.

Nine soul rings quietly appeared on his body.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, one red. Nine soul rings hovered silently at different points on his body, fully enveloping him. Nine soul rings were already terrifying, but his last one was especially so.

Red represented a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring—something every soul master would fight tooth and nail for.

The overwhelming pressure of a Titled Douluo's soul power weighed down like a heavy mountain on everyone present.

Others didn't feel it, but Lin Ye and Xiao Wu, the two rookies, were different. In an instant, the pressure forced them flat on the ground.

Seeing their pathetic state, Snow Empress lightly waved her long sleeve. An invisible force swept through the area, instantly dispelling the aura Tang Hao had released.

Such a casual move made Tang Hao's eyelid twitch. He grew more certain that this woman was no simple character.

"May I ask, miss, what is your name?" Tang Hao probed, his tone noticeably softer than before.

But Snow Empress didn't even glance at him. This infuriated Tang Hao—after all, he was the Clear Sky Douluo, the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent. Couldn't he get a little respect?

Lin Ye got up from the ground, wiping the dust off his face with a dark expression. "Tang Hao, you sure throw your weight around!"

Anyone would be displeased after being bullied like that.

"You actually recognize me?" Tang Hao said indifferently, looking at him. Just a mere one-ring soul master, an ant-like figure—he didn't take him seriously at all.

Got feelings, huh? Not convinced, huh? Well, swallow it.

Still, this kid looked about the same age as Xiao San, yet his soul power had already reached Level 18—truly astonishing.

What's more, this kid could actually call him by name. That puzzled Tang Hao. He had been living in seclusion in the countryside for six years now. How could a brat this young know who he was?