"痛,痛!" Jiang Siming cried out.
"Fine, you knockoff bastards. Let's see if I can beat you all down!"
The real Jiang Siming released his Martial Soul, holding the Immortal Extinction Sword in his left hand and the Immortal Slaying Sword in his right. He swung both swords at once, and sword energy crisscrossed the air in an instant.
Before Jiang Siming could even start gloating, ten phantom Donghuang Bells appeared in front of him, blocking all the sword energy.
"They're exactly the same!" Jiang Siming wailed.
"I should've known better than to show off and challenge ten of them. One would've been more than enough. How did I not realize I was this strong?" Even as he spoke, Jiang Siming managed to pat himself on the back.
Jiang Siming spent the entire night getting beaten up.
The next day.
During the usual morning exercises, Zhao Wuji faced a Jiang Siming who had gone completely berserk. He was at a loss.
"I haven't even done anything to him lately. You'd think I stole his wife." Zhao Wuji finally managed to escape the fight, his face bruised and swollen.
Jiang Siming was in an equally pitiful state. Zhao Wuji hadn't fought with all his strength, but he was still a Soul Saint. The two of them had been trading blows, leaving the others, who'd gotten up early to go for a run, completely bewildered.
"Brother Siming, what happened? It's like you became a different person overnight. Did Teacher Zhao do something to you?" Ma Hongjun asked with a lecherous grin.
"Fatty! As your big brother, I feel it's my duty to help improve your strength." Jiang Siming staggered to his feet and spoke through gritted teeth.
The others saw Jiang Siming's bruised and swollen face and finally burst out laughing. Even the usually cool Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help giggling.
"Looks like you all need some of my loving care." As he spoke, Jiang Siming charged at them.
An hour later...
Chapter 12: Get Down on Your Knees!
Tang San, Oscar, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others had all been thoroughly beaten into the ground by Jiang Siming. Like him, they were left bruised and swollen.
Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing were girls, after all, so Jiang Siming made them watch the whole thing instead.
"Brother Siming, we were wrong!" they all wailed. They were also shocked. Once Jiang Siming got serious, he was terrifyingly strong. They hadn't been able to fight back at all. He'd taken their attacks with nothing but his fists and body, then beaten them until they were in this sorry state. Tang San and the others had held back, of course, but Jiang Siming hadn't been taking it seriously either.
Jiang Siming was pretty shocked himself. If he hadn't been so furious after getting beaten up the night before, he never would've thought he could unleash such strength.
Looks like hiding my strength all the time won't help me improve.
"Get down on your knees, you laughed at me, didn't you? Fatty, what did you say was wrong with me? Tonight, I'll knock you out and carry you into Teacher Zhao's room. Then you can experience the charms of a mature man!"
"Brother Siming, I won't do it again. Please let us go!" Ma Hongjun pleaded, now even rounder after getting beaten up.
The others also begged for mercy one after another.
Jiang Siming calmed down. Thinking it over, he felt a little bad. He tossed three pills to Dai Mubai and the other two, then turned around and gave one each to Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong. After that, he sat down on a nearby rock.
Tang San was speechless. He'd been beaten up and hadn't even gotten a consolation prize.
The other six looked at Jiang Siming in confusion.
"Brother Siming, what are these?" Ma Hongjun asked.
"They won't kill you. If you don't want them, give them back. I'm reluctant to part with them, you know." Jiang Siming grumbled.
Dai Mubai and the other two looked at the pills, then swallowed them in one gulp. They'd known Jiang Siming for years and didn't believe he'd harm them.
"These are good stuff. Xiao Wu, it's fine," Tang San quickly added.
The three girls heard him and swallowed their pills without further hesitation. In an instant, they felt a powerful force spread from their abdomens throughout their bodies.
They all sat down cross-legged and began circulating their Soul Power.
"Xiao San, go boil some water. I'll keep an eye on them here," Jiang Siming told Tang San.
Tang San knew what the Body Strengthening Pill could do, so he turned and went to boil the water.
It was nearly noon.
Flender strolled over and saw several people sitting there, their skin dark, glossy, and gleaming.
Then he noticed Jiang Siming sitting on a rock, his face bruised and swollen.
Flender asked in confusion, "What happened? Why are you swollen up like a pig's head? And who are these six black-faced people? They stink!" As he spoke, he covered his nose.
"Dean, they're Dai Mubai and the others! I happened to get these pills. They cleanse and strengthen the body," Jiang Siming explained helplessly.
"Siming, if you had something good, why didn't you bring it out sooner? The dean's always treated you well, hasn't he? You could at least give me eighty or a hundred of them," Flender said ingratiatingly, rubbing his hands together.
"Eighty or a hundred? Do you think these are sweets, Dean? I don't have any more. They ate them all." Jiang Siming spread his hands.
"That's a shame. You could've sold those for a pretty penny," Flender said, looking disappointed.
"Come on, let's go. They stink to high heaven."
Not long after Flender left, the others woke up one after another. They looked at the grime covering one another, then at themselves, and finally turned toward Jiang Siming, who'd been trying to hold back his laughter.
Seeing this, Jiang Siming hurriedly slipped away, tossing out one last remark as he left: "Go find Xiao San! He should've boiled the water by now."
They looked at one another. Zhu Zhuqing alone stared blankly at the grime covering her, then even leaned in to smell it.
The others hurried to their feet and rushed toward the bathhouse.
"Zhuqing, come on, hurry up and take a bath. You stink!" Xiao Wu reminded Zhu Zhuqing, who was still dazed.