Crushing Wang Dong, Rose of the Battlefield

After bidding farewell to Beibei and Tang Ya, Huo Yuhao followed the directions toward the freshmen dormitory building.

Huo Yuhao stood in the corridor, his brows slightly furrowed.

He briefly scanned the floor's layout, and his expression immediately darkened.

Hm? What was going on?

There were over a hundred rooms on one floor, yet only two public restrooms at the far end?

Huo Yuhao quickly did the math in his head.

Over four hundred people, sharing one restroom? This was supposedly the continent's number one academy?

What a ridiculous joke.

Suppressing his displeasure, he found his assigned dormitory—Room 108.

The moment he pushed open the door, a wave of dust rushed at him. Clearly, no one had lived here for a long time.

Huo Yuhao did not go looking for a broom like an ordinary student would.

He walked to the window and shoved it open.

His hands rapidly formed seals before his chest.

A perfect chance to test the Wind Release he had just awakened.

"Wind Release: Fierce Sky Palm!"

Huo Yuhao thrust both palms forward, and a powerful yet controlled gust instantly erupted within the cramped room.

Whoosh—!

The violent wind was like an invisible giant hand, accurately sweeping up all the dust in the room and sending it out through the window in one go.

In the span of a breath, the room looked completely new.

Huo Yuhao looked around. There were two simple wooden beds and no private bathroom.

It was shabby, but at least it was a hundred times better than the woodshed at Duke Mansion.

He nodded and prepared to make the bed.

Just then.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

A figure walked in.

It was a youth around his age, with rare pinkish-blue short hair and features that were almost excessively delicate.

Her skin was as fair as jade, even more refined than a girl's, while her large eyes were bright and watery, framed by long, curled lashes.

Huo Yuhao glanced at her.

That face... she looked a little like those feminine boys he had seen in his previous life.

Somewhat like Haku from Naruto, except she was the opposite kind of Haku.

When that "youth" saw how clean the room was, she froze for a moment. Then she walked up to Huo Yuhao, slightly raised her chin, and said in a matter-of-fact tone:

"You live in this dorm too, right? Since you cleaned it so well, I'll allow you to stay with me for now."

"There are a few rules you need to remember."

She raised a slender finger and began listing them one by one:

"First, don't casually bring people back to the dorm. Second, don't walk around naked in the dorm and disgust people. Third, don't snore at night. Fourth, don't disturb me. Fifth, you'll be responsible for cleaning the dorm from now on, but don't touch my bed."

After saying that, she folded her arms over her chest and looked at Huo Yuhao as though granting him a favor.

"Did you hear me clearly?"

Huo Yuhao's hands paused as he made the bed.

That familiar, condescending feeling instantly reminded him of someone from Duke Mansion.

Dai Huabin...

That commanding tone of "I allow you" and "you have to listen to me" was exactly the same.

Huo Yuhao abruptly turned around.

His once-calm eyes had become incomparably cold.

One Tomoe in his left eye, Three Tomoe in his right.

A pair of Sharingan fixed on Wang Dong, carrying a chilling killing intent as cold as mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"So noisy."

Huo Yuhao's voice was low as an icy wind.

"Are you done?"

Wang Dong had intended to say a few more things, but the moment she met Huo Yuhao's eyes, her entire body stiffened.

What kind of gaze was that?

In that instant, Wang Dong felt as though she had been thrown into a blood-red battlefield of Asura.

How could she, a little princess who had been pampered since childhood and treasured by the Clear Sky Sect, possibly compare to that tangible killing intent?

She instinctively took half a step back, her face turning pale.

However, the pride of being the "Young Master of the Clear Sky Sect" quickly filled her with shame and anger.

I was actually frightened by a commoner?

Wang Dong took a deep breath and glared back, putting on a fierce front despite her fear.

"Y-you... what are you trying to do? If you refuse to accept this, I'll beat you into submission with my fists!"

He looked like nothing more than an ordinary commoner. I was the Young Master of the Clear Sky Sect, a genius with Twin Martial Souls. Why should I fear him?

A disdainful sneer curled across Huo Yuhao's lips.

"Tch."

He walked straight toward the door. As he passed Wang Dong, he coldly spat out three words:

"Then let's go."

On the open ground before the dormitory building.

Wang Dong stood at the center of the field and took a deep breath, instantly releasing her martial soul.

Dazzling blue-gold light exploded behind her as a pair of incomparably beautiful Light Goddess Butterfly wings unfurled.

Beneath her feet, one yellow and one purple soul ring slowly rose.

As for Huo Yuhao.

He simply stood there quietly, a single yellow hundred-year soul ring rising beneath his feet.

"One ring?"

When Wang Dong saw that yellow soul ring, the disdain in her eyes deepened, and the fear from earlier was thrown far beyond the clouds.

"You deliberately challenged me. Are you here to die?"

"First Soul Skill: Wing Guillotine!"

Wang Dong gave a sharp cry and shot into the air.

The edges of her gorgeous butterfly wings turned sharp as blades. Accompanied by golden light, countless energy slashes poured down upon Huo Yuhao like a torrential rain.

Faced with that overwhelming attack, Huo Yuhao did not even use ninjutsu to defend himself.

He merely activated his Sharingan.

The world slowed in his eyes.

Those lightning-fast energy slashes revealed clear trajectories under his dynamic vision.

Too slow.

The movements were too exaggerated.

Huo Yuhao's footwork shifted as his body dodged with extreme agility.

Slash! Slash! Slash!

Golden slashes grazed past his clothes and swept over his hair, yet not a single one could truly touch his body.

He strolled through the sky-full of light blades as if taking a walk through his own backyard.

"Curse the fate that denied you the Sharingan!"

Huo Yuhao snorted coldly, then forcefully pushed off the ground.

Uchiha Style Taijutsu.

His figure instantly became an afterimage, piercing through the web of slashes and appearing directly beneath Wang Dong.

"What?!"

Wang Dong was horrified. She wanted to pull away, but it was already too late.

Although she was a two-ring Soul Grandmaster, and although she had grown up consuming Whale Rubber, giving her physical abilities far beyond those of ordinary people.

Before Huo Yuhao, who had fused with Hashirama Cells and inherited Uchiha Madara's combat experience, her close-combat skills were nothing more than child's play.

Bang!

The two clashed in midair.

Huo Yuhao's movements were broad and forceful, every fist and kick carrying a beauty brimming with power.

That was Uchiha Style Taijutsu.

Like a rose blooming upon a battlefield—gorgeous and deadly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Huo Yuhao's elbow precisely blocked Wang Dong's fist, while his knee drove toward her abdomen.

Wang Dong could only defend passively. To her horror, she discovered that in both strength and speed, she was completely suppressed by this one-ring soul master!

How was that possible?! I was from the Clear Sky Sect...

"Is this your pride?"

Huo Yuhao's icy voice sounded beside her ear.

By then, he had already landed.

Watching the somewhat flustered Wang Dong in midair, Huo Yuhao planted both hands on the ground and violently spun his legs.

Like a Thomas flare in breakdancing, and like a sickle harvesting lives upon the battlefield.

A fierce sweeping kick whipped up the airflow, directly sealing off Wang Dong's landing point.

Smack!

With nowhere to evade, Wang Dong was struck heavily on the ankle. She lost her balance and crashed awkwardly onto the ground.

She was covered in dust.

The dignified Young Master of the Clear Sky Sect had actually been beaten into such a miserable state by a "commoner."

Humiliation, fury, and unwillingness instantly clouded Wang Dong's mind.

"Bastard!!"

She suddenly raised her head, madness flashing through her eyes.

The purple thousand-year soul ring beneath her feet shone brightly.

"Second Soul Skill: Light of the Butterfly God!"

Without regard for anything else, she unleashed her strongest thousand-year soul skill.

A massive golden sphere of light condensed before her. The power of light contained within was enough to severely wound a three-ring Soul Elder!

The distance was too close.

Huo Yuhao had no room to dodge.

But he had no intention of dodging.

"Hmph."

With a flick of his wrist, a short blade appeared in Huo Yuhao's hand.

It was the relic his mother had left him—the White Tiger Dagger.

Mom, watch me.

Let me inherit your will!

Huo Yuhao did not retreat. Instead, he charged straight into the blinding golden light.

"Absorb!"

The White Tiger Dagger's skill activated.

The level-five Soul Tool dagger began madly devouring the Soul Power within Light of the Butterfly God the instant it came into contact with it.

Wang Dong's eyes widened as she watched her prized thousand-year soul skill rapidly dissolve like foam.

"What? My Light of the Butterfly God was actually absorbed?!"

The next second.

A streak of cold light tore through the remaining golden mist.

Huo Yuhao burst through the golden radiance and appeared before Wang Dong.

The White Tiger Dagger was now wrapped in dazzling yellow light—the energy fed back after absorbing Light of the Butterfly God.

Huo Yuhao had no intention of showing any tenderness toward her.

His eyes were cold as ice as the dagger in his hand plunged heavily toward Wang Dong's head!

It was a true killing move.

It was killing intent tempered through the ordeal of his clan's destruction and countless life-and-death battles.

"H-how can this be?!"

Wang Dong watched the cold gleam grow ever larger, her pupils violently contracting.

At that moment, she truly felt death descending upon her.

Her body trembled violently with fear, and she could not even summon the thought of resisting.

Am I going to die?

Am I really going to die here?

Pfft!

A muffled sound rang out.

Dirt sprayed everywhere.

Wang Dong squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the searing pain to come.

Yet the death she had expected never arrived.

Only a few severed strands of hair drifted slowly down onto her cheek.

The White Tiger Dagger, glinting with a cold light, had plunged deep into the dirt beside her ear, less than a centimeter from her carotid artery.

The sharp force stung her skin.

Wang Dong opened her eyes tremblingly.

What greeted her was Huo Yuhao's face looking down at her, filled with indifference and disdain.

He slowly pulled out the dagger, casually flicked the dirt from it, and headed toward the dormitory building without sparing Wang Dong a glance.

Only his mocking words lingered in the air:

"Can't you even dance anymore?"

"Fighting you can only be called child's play."

"What an eyesore."