They Took Me for a Pushover?

Cheng Duoyi and Tang Wuling wandered around for a while. After seeing Tang Wuling back to her dorm, Cheng Duoyi headed to the boys' dormitory.

The boys' dorm had twelve floors, the same as the teaching building. First-year students lived on the first and second floors. Cheng Duoyi's room was 205—the fifth room on the second floor.

Cheng Duoyi pushed open the door and entered.

Three of the four beds had already been made. Only the upper bunk on the left was empty.

Just then, the student sitting on the lower-left bunk saw Cheng Duoyi and looked displeased.

"Why are you so late?"

"We already finished cleaning the dorm, and only now do you show up."

"You'll be responsible for cleaning from now on!"

The one speaking was Zhou Changxi.

Seeing how delicate and frail Cheng Duoyi looked, he'd assumed he'd be easy to bully.

"Did you hear what I said?"

"You..."

With Yun Xiao watching from the upper-right bunk, the roommate who looked so delicate and frail darted over to Zhou Changxi and punched him square in the chest.

"Pfft!"

Zhou Changxi was already level eleven, and his Martial Soul was the strength-type Great Strength Divine Ape. He'd just stood up and was trying to defend himself, but it was no use!

He spat out a mouthful of blood and instantly passed out, lying motionless on the bed.

Silence!

A deathly silence.

Yun Xiao saw that this roommate, who looked delicate and frail, was nothing of the sort. When Cheng Duoyi turned to look at him, Yun Xiao quickly shut his eyes and said, "I didn't see anything! I didn't see anything!"

Cheng Duoyi curled his lip and called Leng Xue'er.

"Sister Xue'er, one of my roommates just tried to make me take over all the dorm cleaning from now on. I knocked him out..."

"What? Are you hurt? I'm coming right over. Wait for me! I'll handle it. You don't need to worry about it!"

Cheng Duoyi glanced at the unconscious Zhou Changxi.

"Sister Xue'er, don't worry. I'm fine."

After ending the call on his Soul Tool, he noticed Yun Xiao lying motionless on the bed as if playing dead.

Yun Xiao silently repeated to himself, He can't see me. He can't see me. If he's already hit him, he won't hit me too, right? This has nothing to do with me!

Cheng Duoyi ignored Yun Xiao.

He turned to look at the unconscious Zhou Changxi, thinking, I look delicate and frail, so you really took me for a pushover?

Cheng Duoyi had never been weak. His physical prowess was downright absurd!

With Na'er by his side, holding her hand, Cheng Duoyi had been able to forge, too. He'd studied it on and off for the past three years. He definitely couldn't have done it alone, but with Na'er beside him, the vitality in his body remained in a positive state, and his Soul Power, spiritual power, and the rest recovered quickly. Thinking that he'd need to make Battle Armor in the future and would have to learn a profession, Cheng Duoyi had decided that forging was the best fit.

Maybe one day he and Tang Wuling could even team up for a double act, forging together.

Also, half a year ago, his spiritual power had reached the Spirit Abyss Realm, allowing him to fuse with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit. With Leng Yaozhu guiding it, the near-Hundred-Thousand-Year Tyrant Dragon Soul Spirit had easily advanced to a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit, and his constitution had improved by another huge notch.

That said, as strong as Cheng Duoyi's constitution was, his physical condition was still incredibly poor.

Because Dragon God's Wife was inside him, his vitality had never been stable for even a second. If not for the Dragon God Heart, and the help of Na'er and Tang Wuling, which let the Dragon God Heart operate safely and nourish Dragon God's Wife, Cheng Duoyi's vitality would have long since faded away, and Dragon God's Wife would have drained him dry, leaving him a shriveled corpse!

Of course, everything had two sides. Although Dragon God's Wife absorbed Cheng Duoyi's vitality, she was also constantly expanding his Spirit Sea. After awakening his Martial Soul, his Spirit Sea had formed and his spiritual power had reached the Spirit Sea Realm.

Then, without Cheng Duoyi needing to cultivate at all, Dragon God's Wife spent two and a half years expanding his Spirit Sea. It was only half a year ago that he reached the Spirit Abyss Realm!

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

In other words, if Cheng Duoyi broke through step by step, he could become a Titled Douluo!

Sigh. I have a powerful physique, spiritual power, and Martial Soul, but I can't break through quickly. The higher my level, the faster my vitality drains away. What a mess. Why can't I have the best of both worlds?

Cheng Duoyi grumbled inwardly, then thought of something else.

"Gu Yue will be here soon."

"With her around, I'm sure I'll be able to break through faster in the future, and more steadily..."

At that moment, in the teachers' dormitory area, Wu Changkong sensed the aura outside. He saw a figure appear in the sky, clad in a gorgeous suit of Battle Armor.

He'd seen the owner of that Battle Armor before.

"An Eight-Ring Soul Douluo and a Three-Word Battle Armor Master!"

"As expected of the Spirit Pagoda. Only the Spirit Pagoda could manage such an extreme Spirit Ring configuration."

Wu Changkong looked at the eight Spirit Rings around her.

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

Even Wu Changkong was surprised by such an extreme Spirit Ring configuration.

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

"Wait, why is she in such a hurry? Does she have something important to do?"

"Could someone like her really have come just to accompany her younger brother to school?"

Wu Changkong grew wary of Leng Xue'er's arrival.

He followed her, though he didn't use his Battle Armor. Even so, he was fast.

It was the Tang Sect Secret Arts: Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

At that moment, the dean, Long Hengxu, and the homeroom teachers and other teachers from the various classes all noticed something strange in the sky.

When they saw Leng Xue'er, they were all stunned.

"What's going on? How did our Eastsea Academy manage to provoke a Three-Word Battle Armor Master? And one whose first Spirit Ring is a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, no less!"

"How is this possible? Her first Spirit Ring is a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, and her seventh and eighth are Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings. How could someone like her show up at Eastsea Academy?"

"Not good! Who provoked this big shot?!"

Long Hengxu knew the basics about Leng Xue'er.

An Eight-Ring Soul Douluo and a Three-Word Battle Armor Master.

But he hadn't expected a Soul Douluo with such an absurd Spirit Ring configuration!

Someone like her could easily take on an ordinary Titled Douluo one-on-one!

And with a Three-Word Battle Armor boosting her, her true strength was probably no lower than a Super Douluo!

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

"Oh, dear ancestors! Please don't go on a rampage!"

At that moment, Long Hengxu began to panic.

Leng Xue'er was fast. She'd just ended the call when she arrived at Cheng Duoyi's dorm.

Just then, the window of Room 205 was smashed open. The whole building shook slightly, leaving the students baffled.

"Holy crap, what's going on? Was that an earthquake?"

"No, what the hell? Why's there a huge hole in the boys' dorm?"

"Are we under attack? Where are the teachers? Why haven't they shown up yet?"

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

She couldn't let Cheng Duoyi get hurt.

Clad in her Three-Word Battle Armor, Leng Xue'er looked anxiously at Cheng Duoyi. When she saw that he had some blood on him, her eyes reddened. She hurried over to him, trembling and breathing fast.

"Sister Xue'er, I'm fine. The blood on me is his." Seeing how worried Leng Xue'er was, Cheng Duoyi quickly reassured her.

"Besides, even if something really happened to me, Little Dragon is here. An ordinary Soul Master couldn't hurt me."

That was true!

Cheng Duoyi had a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit, and it was a Tyrant Dragon Soul Spirit!

Which student here could hurt him?

But in Leng Xue'er's heart, Cheng Duoyi was still that frail little boy. Without her around, he could easily get hurt.

"Good, you're all right. You're all right." Leng Xue'er came back to her senses and let out a breath of relief. Then she looked at the unconscious Zhou Changxi and asked, "Yi'er, did he try to bully you?"

Cheng Duoyi explained what had just happened.

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

"I'll do whatever you say, Sister Xue'er," Cheng Duoyi replied.