Tang San and Xiao Wu Both Get a Beating

"I said I wouldn't let Zhang Zhuan and Yang He beat you, but you have to beat yourself," Qian Renyu said to Xiao Wu.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu cursed Qian Renyu's ancestors eighteen generations back in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it out loud. As for beating herself, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Just then, the area outside the dormitory became lively, filled with the sounds of many people talking and playing.

The students of Nuoding Academy had finished their classes.

As soon as Xiao Wu heard the sound of class ending, her whole person—no, her whole rabbit—perked up.

Because she knew that Tang San would be back soon. As long as Tang San returned, he would definitely avenge her.

Thinking of this, Xiao Wu straightened her back, puffed out her chest, the killing intent returned to her eyes, she lifted her head, and the two rabbit ears on her head stood straight up.

"Ren Yu, let me tell you, you'd better kneel down and kowtow to Sister Xiao Wu while apologizing right now."

"If you do that, I might leave you a breath when I beat you up later."

"Otherwise, hehehe." Xiao Wu said viciously to Qian Renyu.

Qian Renyu looked at the Xiao Wu before him, truly unable to understand where this hundred-thousand-year-old hooligan rabbit got the courage to speak to him like that.

Zhang Zhuan and Yang He, who were beside Qian Renyu, didn't understand either. They had already beaten her to this state, so how could this beast still be so stubborn? Could it be that this hundred-thousand-year-old Soul Beast was just that resistant to a beating?

"Zhang Zhuan, Yang He, break the five fingers on this beast's right hand for me as well."

"Yes, Young Master."

Zhang Zhuan and Yang He immediately took action. Only to hear...

After five sounds, all the fingers on Xiao Wu's right hand were broken. Xiao Wu rolled on the ground in pain.

"Zhang Zhuan, Yang He, as long as you don't kill her, beat her to death for me."

Zhang Zhuan and Yang He were just about to move when they heard someone shout loudly from outside, "How dare you bully my Xiao Wu? You have already invited your own death."

Hearing these familiar words, Qian Renyu knew that Tang San had arrived.

Sure enough, Tang San hurriedly pushed open the door to Dorm Seven and ran to Xiao Wu's side. He saw his Xiao Wu with bloodstains on her face, a bruise making her forehead look dark, bits of brick debris clinging to her, her face swollen, blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, her body covered in black and blue bruises, and all ten fingers broken.

And the Xiao Wu in his arms had moist eyes, tears hanging from the corners, looking at him with a pitiful expression.

Tang San's heart shattered instantly.

"San, you have to avenge me! Kill him, kill him!" Xiao Wu shrieked at Tang San.

"Xiao Wu, don't worry. I won't let anyone who hurt you off."

Tang San's eyes turned blood-red like a beast, and he breathed heavily through his nose, shouting at Qian Renyu, "You are the one who hurt my Xiao Wu!"

"And what if it was me?"

"Very well, then go to hell."

As he spoke, a yellow soul ring lit up on Tang San's body.

"Tang San, if you want revenge, come outside to fight. Don't destroy the place where everyone lives."

With that, Qian Renyu led Zhang Zhuan and Yang He outside.

Tang San followed them outside immediately.

"San, take me out too! I want to watch you kill him." Xiao Wu said to Tang San.

Tang San returned to Dorm Seven to carry Xiao Wu out, and thoughtfully brought a chair and a mattress for Xiao Wu to lean on.

Because Xiao Wu had been beaten so badly she couldn't stand or sit, she could only lie on the mattress and lean against the chair to watch.

When Yang He saw Tang San bring a chair for Xiao Wu, he immediately ran over, took the chair Tang San had brought, and placed it beside Qian Renyu, letting Qian Renyu sit down.

Just as Tang San wanted to stop him, he was blocked by Zhang Zhuan.

Without the support of the chair, Xiao Wu immediately fell down with a thud.

But as luck would have it, nobody knew who hadn't cleaned up properly today, and there happened to be a nail right where Xiao Wu's back landed, with the point facing upward.

Consequently, only a "Ah!"—a rabbit's death cry—was heard.

Hearing Xiao Wu's scream, Tang San immediately ran to her side and discovered a nail stuck in her back, so he moved to pull it out.

But who knew which unscrupulous manufacturer produced this nail? It was a defective product with several small barbs on it.

Tang San pulled it out violently, and another "Ah!"—a rabbit's death cry—was heard.

The nail was soaked in Xiao Wu's hundred-thousand-year-old rabbit blood, and a few strands of hundred-thousand-year-old rabbit flesh hung from the barbs.

Now Xiao Wu couldn't even lie down; she could only lie on her stomach. After getting settled, Xiao Wu pointed her arm at Qian Renyu and said to Tang San, "San, kill him for me."

"Don't worry, Xiao Wu. I won't let anyone who hurt you off."

Then, Tang San's first soul ring lit up, and he said to Qian Renyu, "Tang San, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, level 12 Control-type Battle Soul Master."

Qian Renyu ignored Tang San and looked at Yang He instead.

Yang He understood and stepped forward. "Kid, you aren't worthy of our Young Master's hand. Let me play with you."

Looking at Yang He before him, Tang San thought to himself, This person looks to be in his twenties; his level must be higher than mine. If I fight him, I definitely won't win, so I have to fight Ren Yu.

"I am here to seek revenge on Ren Yu, not you. Is it that Ren Yu is too afraid to show his face?"

"Or perhaps you intend to bully the weak with your numbers and status?"

Qian Renyu heard Tang San's words and smiled slightly, saying, "Tang San, since you've already accused us of bullying the weak with our numbers, then I shall grant your wish."

"Zhang Zhuan, Yang He, the two of you go together."

Tang San never dreamed that Qian Renyu would say such a thing. He had intended to use a provocation to goad Ren Yu into fighting him, but he hadn't expected Qian Renyu to be this shameless.

"Zhang Zhuan, martial soul Spreading Wings Golden Eagle, level 53 battle Soul King, please enlighten me." As he spoke, two yellow, two purple, and one black soul rings descended upon him.

"Yang He, martial soul Iron Arm Immortal Ape, level 52 battle Soul King, please enlighten me." Likewise, two yellow, two purple, and one black soul rings descended upon him.

Zhang Zhuan and Yang He had originally been level 48 and 47 respectively, but both had recently broken through to become Soul Kings.

Seeing this, Tang San was instantly stunned.

I have a string of profanities in my heart, but I don't know if I should say them.

How is this even a fight?

Lying on the ground, Xiao Wu saw the scene and thought to herself, It's over. I'm going to get beaten up again in a moment.

I'm going to suffer so much.

Seeing Tang San frozen on the spot, Qian Renyu chuckled inwardly and said, "Tang San, wasn't it you who said you wanted to fight just now? What's wrong, are you not fighting anymore?"

"You wouldn't be a petty person who goes back on his word, would you?"

"Or is it that you're afraid?"

"If you're afraid, just say so. It's no big deal."

"After all, we all know that you, Tang San, are as pure as ice and jade."

"Bullshit!" Tang San roared.

"Then by all means, fight."

"You..."

"Since he, Tang San, won't fight, Zhang Zhuan, Yang He, then the two of you go ahead."

Zhang Zhuan and Yang He, their ten soul rings flickering, charged straight toward Tang San.

"You... don't come over here!"

"First soul skill—Mother's Love (Blue Silver) Bind."

"Ah!"

"No!"

"It hurts!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Ah!"

"Ouch!"