Hundred-Man Foe

"Crazy! You're all crazy!"

Xiao Wu looked at the two reckless fools and got so angry she wanted to bite someone.

"At a time like this, you want to take them head-on? Have you got water in your brains?"

"Take a good look at how many people they have. We're at far too much of a disadvantage."

"Xiao Wu."

Ye Liuyun turned to glance at her. His smile faded, and his tone carried a seriousness she had never heard from him before.

"Some fights have to be fought, even when you're at a disadvantage."

"Why?" Xiao Wu asked in confusion.

Wang Sheng wiped the blood from his face and answered for Ye Liuyun. He grinned brilliantly and roared.

"Because I refuse to accept it!"

Ye Liuyun nodded approvingly.

Then he turned to face the nearly hundred upperclassmen.

Ye Liuyun raised his right hand, and a dark golden Blue Silver Grass danced wildly in his palm.

Buzz!

A deep yellow Spirit Ring appeared.

First Spirit Skill: Parasitism!

Talent: Endless Life!

With a fierce wave of his hand, countless tiny Blue Silver Grass seeds shot out like a rain of arrows.

Before Boss Xiao's group could react, they discovered in horror that Blue Silver Grass was gradually growing over their arms, thighs, and even their necks.

"Blue Silver Grass? Hahaha! You think this trash Martial Spirit can trap us?"

Several students sneered and activated their Soul Power, trying to break free.

However.

The next instant, their smiles froze.

Not only did the Blue Silver Grass refuse to break, it instead grew wildly along with the fluctuations of their Soul Power, as though it were alive! The harder they struggled, the faster it grew!

Even more terrifying, the Blue Silver Grass seemed to have become a source of infection.

As long as two people touched, the Blue Silver Grass would instantly spread onto the other person!

In just a few breaths.

The hundred-man group that had arrived so aggressively collapsed one after another with miserable cries, as if infected by some green plague.

"My Soul Power! My Soul Power is disappearing!"

"Don't touch me! Get away!"

Wails echoed across the field.

Those ordinary students with weak Soul Power were drained of their strength in an instant and crumpled to the ground.

Even One-ring Spirit Masters were left frantic by the endless, unbreakable vines, their Soul Power rapidly draining away.

In the blink of an eye, only Boss Xiao and a few stronger Spirit Masters remained standing.

They had not dared to be careless, and had unleashed their Spirit Skills at the start to break free of the Blue Silver Grass before retreating from the crowd.

Otherwise, if they were infected again, they would not have enough Soul Power to erupt again and again.

The entire field fell silent.

Wang Sheng and Xiao Wu stared in stunned disbelief.

Was this... Boss Ye's strength?

One person, one move, sweeping aside a hundred people?!

"What are you standing around for?"

Ye Liuyun did not use another Spirit Skill. Instead, he rolled his wrists and pointed at the few "survivors" still struggling to hold on.

"If you're going to fight, then fight properly."

"If anyone dares bully my people, I have to punch them myself before I can cool off."

With that, he took the lead and charged straight forward, smashing a fist into Boss Xiao's face!

Bang!

"This punch is for Wang Sheng!"

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up. All the frustration she had been holding in vanished as she shouted excitedly.

"I'm coming too! Let me show you how awesome Sister Xiao Wu is!"

"Charge!"

Ignoring his injuries, Wang Sheng led the Work-Study Students who had been playing dead. Their eyes reddened as they roared and charged forward.

At that moment, offense and defense switched places.

Even those few One-ring Spirit Masters who could still move were scared out of their wits when faced with this pack of fearless "mad dogs."

The brawl did not last long.

By the time the sun had fully set.

Only the Work-Study Students of Seven Dorm were still standing on the field.

Though every one of them was injured and their clothes were in tatters, their faces shone with an unprecedented fervor and pride.

They had won.

They had won back the dignity that had been trampled beneath others' feet.

Ye Liuyun stood in the middle of the crowd, looking at these young yet hot-blooded children.

I must have lost my mind, fooling around with these kids.

Night fell, but Seven Dorm was filled with excitement.

Tang San woke from his unconsciousness, his head still throbbing.

The moment he opened his eyes, he heard Wang Sheng and the others animatedly recounting the battle from earlier that day.

"When Boss Ye waved his hand, those upperclassmen all went down like dumplings hitting a pot! The sight of it, tsk tsk, was so satisfying!"

"Exactly! Especially that last punch—it knocked Boss Xiao's front teeth clean out!"

"Our Seven Dorm has completely turned things around this time!"

Tang San listened to their chatter, his brows drawing together slightly.

Ye Liuyun had taken out a whole group by himself?

How was that possible?

He had personally experienced the helplessness of being ganged up on. It only took moments for his Soul Power to run dry.

No matter how strong Ye Liuyun's First Spirit Skill was, it was still Blue Silver Grass. How could he possibly have enough Soul Power to sustain a battle against a hundred people?

"That sounds exaggerated."

Tang San sat up and rubbed the corner of his mouth, which still ached faintly. His tone carried a hint of doubt.

"One person against a hundred—even a Two-ring Soul Grandmaster couldn't do that. Ye Liuyun, you didn't use some special tool, did you?"

If he were allowed to use Hidden Weapons, he could easily deal with that group as well.

But that would probably cost lives, and things would be difficult to settle afterward.

Ye Liuyun was sitting by the window. Without even raising his head, he smiled.

"They're talking nonsense. Everyone fought together. They're just bragging."

"Wang Sheng was really gutsy back then. He looked damn cool."

Wang Sheng froze for a moment, then scratched his head and chuckled.

"Of course. You think I'd be scared of them?"

"Those punches I threw afterward felt amazing."

The other awake Work-Study Students who had participated in the battle also wore proud smiles.

This battle would likely become the Work-Study Students' uprising that Nuoding Academy passed down by word of mouth for generations.

Being remembered as someone who had taken part in it was naturally an incredible feeling.

"I charged in right behind Wang Sheng. That spinning kick of mine was unbeatable."

"The two of us worked together, and we even knocked that One-ring Spirit Master flat."

Everyone began boasting one after another.

After hearing them out, the heavy stone in Tang San's heart finally dropped away.

So that was it.

We're all One-ring Spirit Masters. How could the gap between us possibly be that huge?

If someone acted as a shield and shared the pressure, and with the support of a powerhouse like Xiao Wu, I could win too—perhaps even more impressively.

After all, I haven't even used my Hidden Weapons yet.

At that thought, most of Tang San's sense of defeat faded, replaced by an adult's "tolerance."

Forget it. Victory and defeat are common in battle.

Why should I, a transmigrator with an adult soul, squabble with a bunch of little brats?

It would make me look petty.

But... those people who beat me today may be spared death, but they won't escape punishment.

A vicious glint flashed through Tang San's eyes.

Later, I'll mix up some medicinal powder that makes them vomit and have diarrhea for three days. That'll teach them a lesson.

This can count as the first step in establishing the Tang Sect's authority.