Trying to Steal My Rabbit?

"Blue Silver Grass? Since when could anyone cultivate with a Trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass?" Wang Sheng exclaimed in surprise, then broke into a mocking grin.

The other children in the dorm burst out laughing, staring at Tang San as if he were an idiot.

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

Wang Sheng ignored him completely and launched into an explanation of Dorm Seven's rules.

"The rule in Dorm Seven is simple: whoever has the strongest fists is the boss. I'm the boss here, Xiao San. From now on, you listen to me. Got it?"

They really were a bunch of little brats, always trying to prove themselves and making trouble for no reason. Tang San's expression cooled slightly. "I'm here to study. I'm not interested in being the boss, and I don't intend to recognize anyone else as the boss. Also, my name is Tang San, not Xiao San."

"I'll call you Xiao San if I want. What are you going to do about it? Got a problem?" Wang Sheng said, reaching out to shove Tang San.

Tang San's expression turned completely dark. His body reacted in an instant: he lowered his hips and leaned his upper body slightly to one side, dodging Wang Sheng's outstretched hand. Then he twisted his waist, drove his shoulder forward, and struck Wang Sheng in the side with his elbow. Stepping forward with his right foot, he grabbed Wang Sheng's arm with both hands and pulled him along with the momentum.

Wang Sheng's balance immediately faltered. He stumbled forward, pitching toward the ground.

With a bang, he slammed into the door and finally came to a stop.

"Boss!" the onlooking dormmates cried out, their gazes turning unfriendly as they looked at Tang San.

"I'm fine!" Wang Sheng called out at once when he saw his dormmates about to rush over.

Then he used the door to pull himself upright and looked at Tang San in surprise. "Tang San, was that a Soul Skill just now?"

"Soul Skill?" Tang San looked puzzled and asked, "What's a Soul Skill?"

"It's a technique used with a Martial Soul and Soul Power." Wang Sheng scratched his head and walked over. "Tang San, sorry. You probably misunderstood me just now. I wasn't trying to give you a hard time. It's just..."

He trailed off, a deep, bitter smile on his face. He rolled up both sleeves, revealing arms covered in seven or eight blue and purple bruises.

"What happened?" Tang San asked in surprise. He had indeed used some force just now, and Wang Sheng had definitely been hurt when he hit the door, but not enough to leave so many bruises.

"Other dorm students did this to me on my way to school yesterday." Wang Sheng's voice carried a hint of grievance. "Those of us who are Work-Study Students come from poor families. We have no power or connections, and our talent and strength are low. The academy students from other dorms bully us all the time. So those of us in Dorm Seven have to stick together and choose the strongest among us to be boss and stand up for everyone."

"Tang San, you're much stronger than I am. I want to hand the position of boss over to you."

Tang San's expression eased, and he nodded slightly. "I understand. Don't worry, I won't stand by and watch our dormmates get bullied."

A sense of justice was essential to a hero. Standing up to the strong, helping the weak, and protecting the vulnerable was what every righteous person should do...

Tang San considered himself a hero, so he didn't refuse.

And just like that, Tang San naturally became the boss of Dorm Seven.

Meanwhile...

"From now on, you're not allowed to leave this place without my permission. Otherwise, I'll turn you into Spicy Rabbit Head. Got it?" Lin Ye said to Xiao Wu.

She hung her head, looking utterly hopeless.

"We've been targeted. It's a human Titled Douluo," Snow Empress suddenly said.

A Titled Douluo? Lin Ye frowned. After a moment's thought, he 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, his father, want to keep an eye on him?

As for why Tang Hao had targeted their group, it had to be because of Xiao Wu!

Just then, a burly figure appeared in the courtyard without a sound. The newcomer looked around fifty years old, and his build was as tall and powerful as a bear, but his appearance left much to be desired. He wore a tattered robe with no patches at all, exposing the bronze-colored skin beneath. His once-decent features were covered by a waxy yellow pallor, and his eyes looked half-asleep. His hair was as messy as a bird's nest, and his beard hadn't been trimmed in God knew how long. His gaze was dull and cloudy, and the smell of alcohol clung to him.

One look at that sorry state, and Lin Ye knew it had to be Tang Hao, the bastard.

As soon as Tang Hao appeared, he fixed his gaze on Xiao Wu. His cloudy old eyes held a rare, burning intensity—almost greed.

Xiao Wu felt as if a bloodthirsty bear stood before her. Trembling with fear, she kept ducking behind Lin Ye, whether or not it would help.

Suppressing his urge to attack immediately, Tang Hao looked at Snow Empress. He couldn't sense even the slightest trace of cultivation from her; she seemed just like an ordinary person.

Yet, for some reason, Tang Hao felt that this woman was dangerous. It was instinct.

Tang Hao trusted his instincts, which was why he hadn't chosen to simply seize Xiao Wu by force.

"I'm taking this Soul Beast with me. I advise you not to make things difficult." Tang Hao's opening words were full of domineering confidence.

If he could, he would have preferred to win without fighting.

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

A full nine Soul Rings silently appeared around him.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red. The nine Soul Rings hovered at different points around his body, completely enveloping him. Nine Soul Rings were already an utterly terrifying sight, especially the last one.

Red represented a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, something every Soul Master would fight tooth and nail to obtain.

The immense Soul Power pressure of a Titled Douluo weighed down on everyone present like a massive mountain.

The others felt nothing, but Lin Ye and Xiao Wu were still weaklings. In an instant, the pressure forced them to the ground.

Seeing the two of them sprawled there, Snow Empress lightly swept her long sleeves. An invisible force passed over the courtyard, instantly dispelling the aura Tang Hao had released.

The casual ease of the gesture made Tang Hao's eyelid twitch. He was even more certain that this woman was no ordinary person.

"May I ask your name, miss?" Tang Hao asked tentatively. His tone was noticeably softer than before.

But Snow Empress didn't even spare him a glance. Tang Hao was furious. He was the Clear Sky Douluo, the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent—couldn't she at least show him some respect?

Lin Ye got up from the ground and sullenly brushed the dust off his face. "Tang Hao, you sure know how to throw your weight around!"

Anyone would be unhappy after being bullied like that.

"You know who I am?" Tang Hao looked at him coolly. He was only a mere One-Ring Soul Master, an insignificant ant who didn't deserve his attention.

Upset, are you? Got a problem? Then swallow it.

Still, this child looked about the same age as Xiao San, yet his Soul Power had already reached level eighteen. It was truly unbelievable.

And the child had actually recognized him by name. That puzzled Tang Hao. He had been living in seclusion in the countryside for six years. How could a brat this young know who he was?