Caught Red-Handed: Xiao Wu's Spoiling Training Class Begins

"Ah!"

The sight directly stunned Shui Bing'er and Huo Wu, who had just walked over.

Huo Wu had even nearly summoned her martial soul on instinct to stop her.

But in the next second, a shocking scene unfolded.

Xiao Wu's fist, whistling through the air, did not land on Nan Feng's face. Instead, when it was still some ten centimeters from the tip of his nose, it struck an invisible, intangible energy barrier with a buzz and was firmly blocked, unable to advance even a fraction further.

Xiao Wu casually withdrew her little fist and shook her hand. "See?"

"Don't let him fool you just because he looks like he's sleeping like the dead. This automatic protective energy barrier of his might not even be breakable by a Titled Douluo."

Shui Bing'er swallowed, still somewhat worried. "Then... what if someone launched an unpredictable sneak attack with a mental attack?"

Xiao Wu's eye twitched as she looked at Shui Bing'er like she were an idiot. "Do you really have no idea how terrifying his spiritual power is?"

"Trying to sneak up on him with a mental attack? The attacker would be instantly backlashed into a drooling idiot."

Shui Bing'er and Huo Wu both froze.

That was right... They had nearly forgotten. The young man before them, sleeping without the slightest defense, was a peerless Douluo said to be capable of manipulating the tides of the world in the palm of his hand!

Xiao Wu looked around in confusion. "Right, where's Little San? Why haven't I seen him?"

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips and explained, "He and Princess Xue Ke aren't staying in this courtyard. When we came back with the main group this morning, I remember Little San seemed to be carrying sleepy Xue Ke on his back toward the seaside