Wang Sheng's Soul Power was currently at level nine; he had yet to obtain a Spirit Ring and become a true Spirit Master.
Although his Tiger Martial Soul was fairly decent and he himself was quite sturdy, Chen Ming's physique was no weaker than his own—perhaps even slightly stronger. Thinking of the "heavy armor" in Heavy Armored Earth Dragon, Wang Sheng did not dare say for certain that he could win.
"A spar? Since it's the rule, of course we can." Chen Ming set down his luggage, walked to an open area, and cupped his hands toward Wang Sheng.
"Chen Ming, level-eight Spirit Scholar. Martial Soul: Heavy Armored Earth Dragon. Please instruct me."
"I... Wang Sheng, Tiger Martial Soul, level-nine Spirit Scholar. Please instruct me." Seeing how calm and composed Chen Ming was, Wang Sheng could not help feeling nervous. He stammered out the words while copying Chen Ming's manner.
After exchanging introductions, Wang Sheng unleashed his Martial Soul and charged fiercely at Chen Ming, his hands clenched into fists as he swung them at Chen Ming's chest. Chen Ming, meanwhile, summoned his Martial Soul and transformed into a heavily armored half-man, half-dragon form. Like a miniature tank, he charged straight at Wang Sheng.
Wang Sheng's fists struck Chen Ming's chest as though he had punched a boulder. The pain made Wang Sheng bare his teeth, while Chen Ming only felt as if he had been lightly tapped. Chen Ming then rammed his shoulder into Wang Sheng's chest, sending him flying more than a meter before he crashed miserably onto the ground.
No manipulation was needed; Chen Ming's stats were already enough to solve the problem.
Wang Sheng grimaced as he climbed up from the ground. Looking at the imposing Chen Ming, his eyes were filled with envy.
"So powerful. Is this a Dragon Martial Soul? It's actually so much stronger than mine. And weren't you born with level-seven Innate Soul Power? You said you were level eight just now—don't tell me that in the mere three months since your Martial Soul awakened, you've already risen a level? That's ridiculously fast!"
"Maybe that's just talent." Chen Ming did not deny it, merely mentioning it casually.
After all, it really was talent. Chen Ming could not explain it away even if he wanted to. Even AI Thinking was his golden finger, and thus counted as part of his talent.
That was simply how great the gap in talent was in the Douluo World.
"Since you won, you're the boss of Dorm Seven. We in Dorm Seven..."
Just as Wang Sheng was about to explain, the door was pushed open again. The newcomer was Tang San, who had just left Yu Xiaogang.
Seeing Chen Ming with his Martial Soul summoned, Tang San's first thought was that Chen Ming had offended someone and gotten ganged up on. But when he saw Chen Ming still standing there calmly while the big student looked disheveled, Tang San felt somewhat disappointed.
Chen Ming and Tang San had not had much interaction, nor had anything happened that could truly be called hostility.
But because Tang San's Martial Soul was the despised trash Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, while Chen Ming's was an Earth Dragon, Tang San always felt that Chen Ming looked down on him.
There had never actually been such a thing, but Tang San... if he thought it existed, then it existed.
"I'm not interested in being anyone's boss. I came here only to study properly. If someone else tries to bully people, I'll definitely help out. But forget about being the boss." Chen Ming patted Wang Sheng on the shoulder, then pointed at Tang San.
"This is my fellow villager, Tang San. He has Innate Full Soul Power, and his talent is even better than mine. I sparred with him once before, and I couldn't touch him at all from start to finish. If you want to find a boss, he might be a good choice."
The graduation level for a Junior Soul Master Academy was level ten. After reaching level ten, one could test into an Intermediate Soul Master Academy.
Chen Ming did not want to be like Tang San, staying at a junior academy until level twenty-nine before going to some third-rate academy like Shrek. That would be a complete waste of talent. The slowest cultivation speed Tang San would have in his life was during this period.
After all, the cultivation level for graduating from an Intermediate Soul Master Academy was only level twenty. At level thirty, one could even be considered a graduate of an Advanced Soul Master Academy.
Once he obtained his first Spirit Ring, Chen Ming planned to start looking for an Intermediate Soul Master Academy or Advanced Soul Master Academy to continue his studies.
By his calculations, even at the slowest pace, it would take no more than a little over a year. Under normal circumstances, half a year would be about enough. Chen Ming truly could not be bothered with this sort of thing.
"Really?" Wang Sheng did not doubt him. He turned to Tang San, crossed the distance in a few quick strides, and excitedly grabbed Tang San's hand.
"Can you be our boss?"
"Boss?" Tang San was a little puzzled. "My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass. Is that not a problem?"
"Blue Silver Grass? Since when could a trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass produce a Spirit Master?"
Wang Sheng answered bluntly. Tang San's face immediately darkened. He stepped forward and used Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon to knock Wang Sheng off balance, then grabbed and shoved him, sending Wang Sheng in his Martial Soul Possession state flying like a ball.
"Is that enough?" Tang San quickly walked up to Wang Sheng, grabbed him by the collar, and asked.
"Enough, more than enough." Wang Sheng spoke groggily after being thrown like a ball. "From today on, you're the boss of Dorm Seven. Us Work-Study Students are always bullied by those regular students, so Dorm Seven..."
Before Wang Sheng could finish explaining, the door opened from outside once more. A little girl skipped inside. Seeing Chen Ming in Martial Soul Possession and Tang San holding Wang Sheng by the collar, excitement flashed through her eyes.
"Is this Dorm Seven?" Xiao Wu first circled Chen Ming once, then came to Tang San's side and chattered away at Tang San and Wang Sheng.
"This is Dorm Seven, and I'm the boss here. Are you a new student?" Tang San looked at Xiao Wu and was briefly dazed. Though he still did not know what being the boss of Dorm Seven entailed or what responsibilities it carried, he released Wang Sheng's collar and instinctively puffed out his chest as he spoke.
"Yes, he just beat me, so he's the boss here." Wang Sheng groggily climbed to his feet and answered with slurred speech.
"The one who wins is the boss?" Xiao Wu widened her eyes.
It was her first time in the human world, and she had initially been somewhat wary. Yet ever since entering Dorm Seven, Xiao Wu felt as though she had returned home.
Wasn't this still the same old rule of whoever could win becoming the boss?
It was just that humans called it... Boss.
"I challenge you!" Xiao Wu flicked her Scorpion Braid and pointed at Tang San.
"Sure." Tang San agreed instinctively, utterly unaware of what he had just said.
Next, Chen Ming watched from the side as Tang San, blinded by Xiao Wu's beauty, gave Xiao Wu an opening and was knocked to the ground in a famous scene.
"Now, I'm the... Boss here. You all have to call me Sister Xiao Wu."
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