The Peerless Beauty

Jiang Yang merely spat out two words, indifferent.

This was the first time Wang Dong had ever seen a youth even more arrogant than himself.

It couldn't help but raise his hackles even further.

"Since that's the case, then release your Martial Soul."

"No need."

"Why?"

"I don't need it to beat you."

"You! Say! What?!"

Clearly.

Wang Dong said this through gritted teeth.

Seeing him like this, the old man not far away couldn't help but chuckle.

It had been a long time since he had laughed like this.

Before long, he fell into deep reminiscence, as if recalling the days when he was at that age.

"Fine! Since you're looking for a beating, then I'll grant your wish!"

After saying this, Wang Dong stomped his right leg, exerted force, and threw a punch toward Jiang Yang's face.

It looked like he wanted to leave him black and blue to teach him a lesson.

"Too slow."

Jiang Yang smiled faintly, hands in his pockets, and sidestepped, perfectly dodging Wang Dong's punch.

Wang Dong, having punched empty air, stumbled forward due to momentum; had he hit the ground, he wouldn't have escaped a bruised face.

Fortunately, Jiang Yang grabbed his ankle, stopping him just inches from the ground before he could actually collide with it.

"Hmph! Again!"

Having been subdued on the first strike, Wang Dong was naturally unconvinced.

He kept feeling that he hadn't even used his full strength yet; making him admit defeat would be worse than killing him.

However.

Jiang Yang didn't care.

"Suit yourself, but I suggest you bring out your Martial Soul. Although it still won't be of any use, at least it will let you lose with conviction."

"Jiang Yang! You bastard!!"

This time, Wang Dong was truly enraged.

He wanted nothing more than to tear that mouth of Jiang Yang's to shreds.

That was just too hurtful!

As he spoke.

Wang Dong attacked with another punch, this one clearly faster than the last.

But to Jiang Yang, it was still too slow.

Since he was born on the Douluo Continent, aside from the time he spent awakening his Martial Soul, he had spent almost all his time in the wild.

He had seen more Soul Beasts than Wang Dong had seen people, and even his sparring partners were Soul Beasts that wanted him dead.

Not to mention that his current soul power was far superior to Wang Dong's; even if their soul power were equal, or if Jiang Yang's were much weaker, Wang Dong still wouldn't be his match.

Therefore, the outcome of this battle was already obvious.

"Hmph! Let me go! You bastard!!"

When Wang Dong was once again effortlessly subdued by Jiang Yang, he could only resort to verbal jabs.

"Convinced yet?"

"Convinced my foot! You bastard!"

"If you can't afford to lose, then please apply to move out of my dormitory. I don't like living in the same room as someone who can't accept defeat; I can't afford to lose face like that."

Jiang Yang said this.

He immediately let go of Wang Dong's hand and walked toward the dormitory building without looking back.

"Hey! You! Who said I can't afford to lose? I didn't say I wouldn't admit defeat!"

"Hm?"

"You only asked if I was convinced, and this young... this young master is obviously not convinced! But I admit defeat!"

"Heh..."

Jiang Yang was amused. "Then honor the bet. Go clean the dormitory first. From now on, you will clean the room every day, and whenever you eat breakfast, lunch, or dinner, you will bring me a portion. Don't worry, I won't short you on the money."

"You—"

"Jiang Yang!"

Wang Dong was enraged once again; it seemed he was treating her like a servant!

"Not convinced?"

Jiang Yang turned his head back and offered a faint smile, "Then defeat me."

Having said that.

He walked upstairs without even looking back.

"Ah!!!!"

Wang Dong stomped her feet in anger.

Just then, an aged voice rang right beside her ear, "You haven't just lost the fight; you've lost your composure as well."

"Why?! He's at most only a few months older than me, right? Why is he able to beat me?"

Wang Dong retorted.

"He possesses the aura of a sovereign ruling over the world; no matter the difficulty, he dares to face it head-on, even if it means risking his own life to ensure victory—and you do not."

"Not everyone can achieve such a state; the path he has traveled surely hasn't been easy."

Listening to the old man's words.

Wang Dong fell silent for a long moment before bowing to the elder, "Thank you for your guidance, old grandfather."

Having said that.

He also headed toward the dormitory.

However.

The moment he entered the room, he saw that Jiang Yang was already sitting in meditation, cultivating.

He couldn't help but feel a bit more respect for him in his heart.

"Hmph! Fine, I'll sweep it!!"

After a while.

Wang Dong got motivated and immediately picked up a broom to start cleaning.

He didn't care what time it was.

What normal person cleans a room in the middle of the night?

But.

If Wang Dong was happy to clean, then let him clean.

Jiang Yang didn't mind at all.

He remained focused on his cultivation, not letting a single shred of opportunity for improvement slip by.

Because he knew that in this current timeline, if he wanted to avoid being manipulated by Tang San, he had to strive to become stronger.

"Monster!"

Early the next morning.

Wang Dong maintained his habit of waking up early, but the moment he opened his eyes and saw Jiang Yang still cultivating, he couldn't help but curse.

"No way! I can't fall behind him!!"

"Then you'd better work hard."

Just as his voice faded.

Jiang Yang slowly opened his eyes.

"Don't get cocky!"

"Don't forget my breakfast."

"Hmph!"

The two got up almost simultaneously to wash up.

The only difference was that Wang Dong went to buy breakfast, while Jiang Yang, after washing up, prepared to go for a run—a habit he had maintained for many years.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to summon the Emperor Armor without relying on spirit rings.

However.

Just as the two stepped out of the dormitory building one after the other, they froze in their tracks.

"Eh? What are you doing? Why did you stop?"

Wang Dong, following behind, noticed Jiang Yang had stopped moving, so he halted as well.

"Big Brother Jiang Yang, good morning."

As a sweet, girlish voice rang out, Wang Dong was instantly stunned and immediately looked up.

A stunning young girl stood there, wearing a purple school uniform that draped over her tall, well-proportioned frame. With her gentle temperament, long golden curls, and an aura that blended warmth with a hint of aloofness, she stood with her hands crossed in front of her skirt, gazing at Jiang Yang.

Her bright eyes and smile seemed capable of melting the harshest winter.

Even Wang Dong, a stunning beauty herself, was utterly astonished, to say nothing of the boys in the male dormitory building.

Not a single person could look away.

"Who is Jiang Yang?"

"Holy crap! That's a senior student! She's been waiting here for over half an hour, hasn't she?"

"Who's to say she hasn't? Ah! Who the hell is this Jiang Yang?! To actually keep such a beautiful senior waiting for nearly an hour! How could he be so clueless about cherishing the fairer sex?!"

"By comparison, I'd much rather know the name of this peerless beauty. Does anyone here know who she is?"