Am I a Pushover Now?

Cheng Duoyi wandered around for a while with Tang Wuling, and after seeing her back to her dormitory, he arrived downstairs at the boys' dormitory building.

The boys' dormitory had twelve floors, matching the teaching building. The first-year dorms were on the first and second floors, and Cheng Duoyi's room was 205, effectively the fifth classroom on the second floor.

Cheng Duoyi pushed the door open and entered.

Inside, three of the four beds were already made, leaving only the upper-left bunk vacant.

At that moment, the student sitting on the lower-left bunk looked at Cheng Duoyi with an expression of annoyance.

"Why are you here so late!"

"The dorm cleaning is already finished, and you only just show up."

"From now on, you're responsible for all the cleaning!"

The person speaking was none other than Zhou Changxi.

Seeing that Cheng Duoyi looked delicate and weak, he assumed he would be easy to bully.

"Did you hear what I said!"

"You..."

Under the gaze of Yun Xiao from the upper-right bunk, this seemingly delicate roommate moved with lightning speed, appearing before Zhou Changxi and slamming a fist into his chest.

"Pfft!"

Zhou Changxi, who had reached level eleven and possessed the power-type Tyrant Dragon martial soul, had just stood up and tried to block, but it was completely useless!

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, and he instantly lost consciousness, collapsing onto the bed without a sound.

Silence!

A deathly silence filled the room.

Seeing that this roommate, who appeared delicate on the outside, was actually anything but, Yun Xiao quickly shut his eyes when Cheng Duoyi turned to look at him, muttering, "I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything at all!"

Cheng Duoyi curled his lip at the sight and placed a call to Leng Xue'er.

"Sister Xue'er, one of my roommates just tried to force me to take over all the future dorm cleaning, so I knocked him out..."

"What? Are you hurt? I'm coming over right now, wait for me! I'll handle it, don't you worry about a thing!"

Cheng Duoyi glanced at the unconscious Zhou Changxi.

"No need to rush, Sister Xue'er, I'm fine."

After ending the Soul Tool communication, he noticed Yun Xiao lying on his bed, playing dead and not moving a muscle.

Yun Xiao was silently chanting in his heart: Can't see me, can't see me. He already hit him, so he won't hit me, right? This has nothing to do with me!

Cheng Duoyi ignored Yun Xiao.

He turned his gaze back to the unconscious Zhou Changxi, thinking to himself.

So I look delicate and weak, and you really took me for a soft persimmon!

Cheng Duoyi had never been weak; his physical constitution was outrageously strong!

Because of Na'er's company, and by holding her hand, Cheng Duoyi was able to forge. He had been learning intermittently over the past three years. He certainly couldn't have done it alone, but with Na'er by his side, the vitality within him remained in a positive state, and his soul power and spiritual power recovered very quickly. Thinking about the need to craft Battle Armor in the future, he decided that forging was the most suitable profession.

Perhaps in the future, he could even perform a "mixed doubles" forging session with Tang Wuling.

At the same time, ever since his spiritual power reached the Spirit Abyss Realm half a year ago, he had been able to fuse with a ten-thousand-year soul spirit that was nearing the hundred-thousand-year mark. Under the guidance of Leng Yaozhu, it had easily advanced to a hundred-thousand-year soul spirit, further boosting his physique significantly.

However, while Cheng Duoyi's physique was strong, his overall health was unusually fragile.

Because of the existence of the Dragon God's Wife, his vitality had not known a single second of peace. If not for the Dragon God Heart and the help of Na'er and Tang Wuling, which allowed the Dragon God Heart to operate safely and nourish the Dragon God's Wife, Cheng Duoyi would have long since had his vitality drained away and been turned into a dried corpse by her!

Of course, everything had two sides. While the Dragon God's Wife absorbed Cheng Duoyi's vitality, she was also constantly expanding his Spirit Sea. Awakening his martial soul had birthed the Spirit Sea, and his spiritual power had reached the Spirit Sea Realm.

Following that, without Cheng Duoyi needing to cultivate it himself, the Dragon God's Wife helped him expand his Spirit Sea over two and a half years, reaching the Spirit Abyss Realm half a year ago!

The Spirit Abyss Realm was already the standard for a Titled Douluo!

This meant that as long as Cheng Duoyi broke through step by step, he could eventually reach the level of a Titled Douluo!

Sigh, having such a powerful physique, spiritual power, and martial soul, yet being unable to break through quickly... the higher the level, the faster the vitality drains. What a mess. Can't I have the best of both worlds?

Cheng Duoyi grumbled inwardly, then thought of something else.

Gu Yue is coming soon.

With her here, I believe future breakthroughs will be faster and more stable...

At this moment, in the teacher's single dormitory area, Wu Changkong sensed an aura radiating from outside and spotted a figure in the sky, clad in a magnificent set of Battle Armor.

He had seen the owner of this armor before.

"An eight-ring Soul Douluo, a three-word Battle Armor Master!"

"As expected of the Spirit Pagoda. Such an extreme soul ring configuration is something only the Spirit Pagoda could achieve."

Wu Changkong watched the eight soul rings surrounding her.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red.

Such an extreme soul ring combination left even Wu Changkong feeling astonished.

"It seems the Spirit Pagoda will have another Limit Douluo in the future!"

"No, that's not right. Why is she in such a rush? Is there something she needs to do?"

"Is someone of her standing really just here to accompany her younger brother to school?"

Wu Changkong felt a sense of wariness rise in his heart regarding the appearance of Leng Xue'er.

Seeing this, he followed after Leng Xue'er.

However, he did not use his Battle Armor, yet his speed was not low at all.

It was none other than the Tang Sect's peerless art, the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!

At this moment, the Dean, Long Hengxu, and the homeroom teachers and faculty of the other classes all sensed the anomaly in the sky.

When they saw the situation with Leng Xue'er, they were all greatly shocked.

"What is going on? How could our Eastsea Academy provoke a Three-Word Battle Armor Master, and one whose first soul ring is a ten-thousand-year soul ring at that!"

"How is this possible! Her first soul ring is actually a ten-thousand-year ring, and her seventh and eighth soul rings are even hundred-thousand-year rings. How could such an existence appear at Eastsea Academy?"

"Oh no! Who provoked this ancestor!"

Long Hengxu knew the general situation regarding Leng Xue'er.

An eight-ring Soul Douluo, a Three-Word Battle Armor Master.

But he never expected her to be a Soul Douluo with such a heaven-defying soul ring configuration!

An existence like this could easily defeat an ordinary Titled Douluo in a one-on-one fight!

Not to mention a Soul Douluo bolstered by Three-Word Battle Armor; her true strength was likely no lower than that of a Super Douluo!

Simply put, if Leng Xue'er wanted to destroy Eastsea Academy, it would be a piece of cake!

"My dear ancestor! Please, don't go crazy!"

At this moment, fear began to take root in Long Hengxu's heart.

Leng Xue'er's speed was immense; she arrived at Cheng Duoyi's dormitory just after ending her phone call.

Right at that moment, the window of Dorm 205 was smashed open, causing the entire building to tremble slightly and sparking confusion among the students.

"What the hell, what's going on? Is it an earthquake?"

"No, what the hell is this? Why is there a giant hole in the boys' dormitory?"

"Could it be an enemy attack? Where are the teachers? Why haven't they shown up yet!"

Leng Xue'er couldn't care about any of that; she had only one thought in her mind.

She could not let Cheng Duoyi get hurt.

Clad in her Three-Word Battle Armor, Leng Xue'er looked at Cheng Duoyi anxiously. Seeing the blood on his body, her eyes turned red, and she approached him with trembling steps, her breathing ragged.

"Sister Xue'er, I'm fine. The blood on me is his." Seeing Leng Xue'er so nervous, Cheng Duoyi quickly comforted her.

"Besides, even if I were in real trouble, with Little Dragon here, ordinary soul masters couldn't possibly hurt me."

That was true!

Cheng Duoyi possessed a hundred-thousand-year-level soul spirit, and it was a Tyrant Dragon soul spirit at that!

Who among the students here could possibly hurt him?

But in Leng Xue'er's heart, Cheng Duoyi was still that frail, weak little child who would easily get hurt without her around.

"As long as you're fine, as long as you're fine." Leng Xue'er snapped back to reality and let out a sigh of relief, then looked at the unconscious Zhou Changxi and asked, "Yi'er, was he trying to bully you?"

Seeing this, Cheng Duoyi explained the situation that had just occurred.

Leng Xue'er said coldly, "You don't need to worry about this, Yi'er. I will handle it."

"I'll listen to whatever Sister Xue'er says," Cheng Duoyi replied.