Light-Gathering Blade, Shaking Dormitory Seven

Before even reaching the doorway, a cacophony of laughter mixed with various accents drifted out from the half-open wooden door.

It seemed quite lively in there.

Ye Feng clutched his quilt, walked to the entrance, and pushed open the creaking wooden door.

Swish!

The laughter inside stopped abruptly.

Over a dozen pairs of eyes of all shapes and sizes converged on the doorway, all locking onto Ye Feng.

There was curiosity, scrutiny, hostility, and a touch of playful mockery as if watching a show.

Ye Feng frowned slightly.

Why did this scene feel so similar to when Tang San enrolled in the original story?

Could it be... that they were planning a "newcomer welcome ceremony" for him as well?

A sturdy, dark-skinned youth stepped out from the crowd. He was half a head taller than Ye Feng, with solid muscles, clearly the type who got into fights often.

He looked Ye Feng up and down, glanced at the brand-new bedding in Ye Feng's arms, and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Hey, newbie!"

The youth's voice was loud and carried an undeniable air of dominance.

"We have a rule in Dormitory Seven. No matter who you are or what your family does, once you step through this door, you follow the rules."

"Newcomers must fight one of us veterans."

He extended a finger, pointing first at himself, then at Ye Feng.

"If you win, you're the new boss of Dormitory Seven! From then on, we all listen to you!"

"But if you lose... heh heh, then you'll obediently be our lackey. Serving tea, pouring water, and washing socks—that's all on you!"

As his voice fell, the other youths in the dormitory burst into laughter.

It really was this routine.

It was truly... devoid of any originality.

Ye Feng felt no ripples in his heart; in fact, he almost wanted to laugh.

"Fine."

He spat out the single word indifferently.

"Then let's do it."

The crisp and decisive reply stunned the crowd, who had been expecting him to beg for mercy or show fear.

The dark-skinned youth, Aolan, the current boss of Dormitory Seven, was also somewhat surprised.

This kid looks so frail and weak, yet he actually has guts?

"Interesting."

Aolan cracked his wrists, his joints popping with a crisp sound.

"I like people with backbone. I hope your fists are as hard as your mouth!"

Ye Feng didn't waste any more breath. He placed his bedding and the small bundle on his shoulder onto an empty wooden bed by the door.

Just as he set his things down and before he could even straighten his back—

Whoosh!

A fierce gust of wind rushed toward his face!

Aolan had moved with extreme speed, showing no regard for martial virtue. Taking advantage of the moment Ye Feng was bent over, he launched a heavy, powerful straight punch aimed directly at Ye Feng's face!

The punch was fast and ruthless, clearly intended to end the fight in one blow and give this ignorant newcomer a harsh lesson!

However, facing this sudden strike, Ye Feng didn't even lift his head.

His body slid half a step to the left at an impossible angle, his waist twisted, and he narrowly dodged the fist.

So fast!

Aolan was shocked. His punch missed, and the immense force caused his body to lurch forward, exposing a vulnerability.

Now!

Ye Feng's movements were fluid as water. While dodging to the side, his right hand reached out and precisely gripped Aolan's extended arm, while his left hand swept in to hook behind his thigh.

"Up!"

He let out a low shout.

Ye Feng exerted force from his waist and back, heaving upward with both arms!

Aolan felt an irresistible, massive force, and for a moment, the whole world seemed to spin upside down!

"Go flying!"

Ye Feng swung his arms, hurling Aolan through the air toward the open space in the middle of the dormitory!

Bang!

Aolan slammed into the ground, but his reflexes were lightning-fast; he rolled across the floor to dissipate the force, emerging completely unscathed.

Yet, before he could even steady his footing, he saw Ye Feng already closing in.

Aolan gritted his teeth and, instead of retreating, surged forward. Using the momentum from his roll, he planted his feet firmly against a stone pillar supporting the roof and shoved off with all his might!

His entire body rebounded like a cannonball fired from a chamber, lunging toward Ye Feng once more!

This move was clearly his trump card—fast, fierce, and coming from a tricky angle.

The other work-study students in the dormitory all let out cries of alarm.

Aolan had used this very move to defeat the previous boss and cement his own status.

However, facing this mid-air strike, Ye Feng simply stood his ground, calm and collected.

He slowly raised his hands.

Hum!

A soft yet brilliant golden radiance ignited within his palms.

The light was not blinding, but it carried a sacred, majestic aura that instantly illuminated the dim dormitory.

Then, under the shocked gazes of everyone present, the ball of light rapidly elongated and solidified, transforming into a sharp, three-foot-long blade composed entirely of light energy!

Light-Gathering Blade!

"Holy crap! What is that? He didn't even use his Martial Soul!"

A scrawny youth blurted out, his face filled with disbelief.

"Is this a Soul Skill... but isn't that something only a Soul Master can do? Is this freshman a Soul Master?"

Another youth, who seemed more knowledgeable, spoke with a trembling voice.

"The boss is going to lose... there's no way to dodge that move!"

"This light... such a pure aura of radiance!"

A youth whose Martial Soul was a Ghost Wolf felt his very soul trembling.

"It's over. He kicked a steel plate this time; Aolan's attempt to show off has failed miserably."

Amidst the crowd, Wang Sheng muttered gloatingly.

Just as the crowd erupted in panicked discussion, Ye Feng, wielding the light blade, gave a casual, effortless swipe at Aolan, who was lunging through the air.

There were no flashy movements—just the simplest of horizontal slashes.

But the shrill whistle the blade made as it tore through the air sent shivers down everyone's spines!

Aolan, still in mid-air, felt his soul leave his body in terror!

He could clearly sense the terrifying energy contained within that blade of light; if he were struck, he would undoubtedly be killed or severely wounded on the spot!

He wanted to dodge, but suspended in mid-air with no leverage, there was nowhere to go!

He could only watch helplessly as the blade of death grew larger and larger before his eyes!

Just as the light blade was about to make contact with Aolan's body, Ye Feng flicked his wrist, instantly turning the sharp edge into the broad, flat back of the blade.

At the same time, he withdrew half of his strength.

Smack!

A crisp sound echoed.

The back of the light blade slammed solidly into Aolan's chest.

"Urgh!"

Aolan let out a miserable cry as if struck by an invisible giant hammer. He flew backward faster than he had come, crashing into the ground once more with a thud and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Ye Feng clenched his hand, and the light blade instantly dissipated, turning into specks of golden light that dissolved into the air.

That single strike had consumed nearly twenty percent of the Soul Power in his body.

There was no need to waste more on an ordinary person who wasn't even a Soul Master yet.

He walked step by step toward Aolan, who lay on the ground clutching his chest, unable to climb back up for a long time.

Aolan struggled to lift his head; the arrogance from before was gone, replaced only by the fear of having narrowly escaped death and a deep, profound awe.

"Still... still want to fight?"