A Cannonball of a Freak

A loud BANG exploded through the bathhouse, thick with steam.

A huge wooden tub filled with scalding water traced a perfect arc through the air and landed squarely over Yu Xiaogang's head.

The tub had been used to soak dirty clothes. The water inside was not only boiling hot, but covered in a layer of murky suds.

The scalding water instantly ran down his scalp and poured straight into his collar.

Yu Xiaogang let out a shriek like a slaughtered pig. He frantically clawed at his head, trying to yank off the tub stuck fast over it.

The tub's splintered rim punctured his fingers, and blood mingled with the hot water running down his face.

Then countless hard bars of soap and rough bath scrubbers soaked with water rained down on him like hail.

The bars of soap thudded against his forehead and shoulders.

"Beat this shameless old pervert to death!"

"You even dare barge into the women's bathhouse? You must be tired of living!"

The furious dorm matrons showed astonishing fighting prowess.

The burliest matron had arms thicker than an average man's thighs.

Gripping a filthy mop caked with black grime and white soap suds, she strode straight toward Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang had only just managed to wrench the tub off his head. His scalp was bright red from the scalding water, and several blisters had already risen.

He was about to open his mouth and explain that he had been forced into this when the filthy mop was shoved straight into it.

"Mmfmph!"

Yu Xiaogang's screams were instantly muffled. His mouth was full of nauseating muddy water and soap suds.

The sour stench shot straight to his head, making his eyes water.

The mop shoved him backward, and at last he slipped and crashed onto the waterlogged floor.

The back of his head struck the hard tiles with a dull thud, leaving stars spinning in his vision.

Several hot-tempered female instructors showed no mercy at all. They summoned their Martial Souls right there in the bathhouse.

"First Soul Skill: Rampaging Vines!"

The vines in the hands of one plant-type female instructor transformed into a thorny whip, her Soul Ring's light flickering through the steam.

She lashed the whip at Yu Xiaogang's back again and again.

The sharp crack of the whip rang through the bathhouse. The clothes on Yu Xiaogang's back were torn apart, leaving streaks of blood in their wake.

"Dare to peep at me while I'm bathing? I'll cripple you today!" Another female instructor, whose Beast Martial Soul had possessed her, turned her hands into sharp cat's claws.

She leaped onto Yu Xiaogang's back and unleashed a merciless barrage of punches and kicks against his face and shoulders.

Several women pinned Yu Xiaogang to the slippery tiled floor and beat him mercilessly.

His black robe had long since been ripped into strips, hanging pitifully off him and barely covering anything.

His cheek scraped back and forth across the rough, nonslip tiles, leaving a large patch of raw skin.

He desperately waved his hands, trying to explain that it was all a misunderstanding.

"I... I'm..."

Every time he tried to open his mouth, he was met with an even more vicious beating from the mop.

The burly dorm matron gave him no chance to speak. She jabbed the mop into his face like she was pounding garlic, leaving him covered in blood and loosening several of his teeth.

Muddy water ran into his nostrils, making him cough violently.

The commotion outside grew louder and louder.

News of the attack on the women's bathhouse spread through Nuoding Primary Soul Master Academy in an instant, as if it had grown wings.

Countless male students came running over in groups, their clothes still half undone, and crowded around outside the bathhouse to watch.

They stood row upon row, packing the open space outside until not even a drop of water could pass through.

They rose onto their tiptoes and craned their necks to peer inside, pointing and chattering among themselves.

"Who's in there? He's got some nerve. Doesn't he value his life?"

"That guy's a real hero. He actually dared to barge into a bathhouse used by both the female instructors and the girls in broad daylight."

"Judging by the screams, he's probably been beaten half to death. Those female instructors seem gentle enough, but when they start fighting, they're real tigresses."

"Serves him right. A pervert like that deserves to be beaten to death."

Su Yu leaned against a low wall outside the bathhouse and leisurely spat out a sunflower seed shell.

He folded his arms and looked at Yu Xiaogang, who had been beaten until his face was swollen and bruised beyond recognition. He felt not the slightest bit of sympathy.

This parasite had risen to power by sucking away other people's luck, stopping at nothing to serve his own interests. He had even wanted to treat Tang Wu like a blood bag and drain her dry.

He had brought this fate entirely upon himself.

The Conceptual Eraser had altered the system's underlying logic, turning this lofty transmigrator into a laughingstock, toyed with by the rules.

Su Yu thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of having everything under his control.

"Make way! Everyone, get out of the way!"

An urgent shout came from behind the crowd.

The Old Dean arrived with several high-ranking instructors, panting as they pushed through the students who had gathered to watch.

The Old Dean's uniform had been thrown into disarray by the run. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he sternly scolded the students around him for gawking.

When the Old Dean squeezed to the front and saw the scene inside the bathhouse, he froze.

The pervert being trampled underfoot by a group of women, his face covered in blood and a filthy mop stuffed in his mouth, was none other than the "Grandmaster" Yu Xiaogang—whom he had just treated like a god and personally gone to the entrance to welcome.

The Old Dean could hardly believe his eyes.

He rubbed them hard and looked again.

That distinctive buzz cut, and the black robe whose material was still recognizable despite being torn into strips, left no doubt about the pervert's identity.

The Old Dean's blood pressure shot up. His vision went black, and his legs gave way. He nearly fainted on the spot.

The two instructors beside him hurriedly reached out to support him.

"Th-this is completely unacceptable!" the Old Dean trembled with rage, pointing at Yu Xiaogang inside.

He turned around, furious, and roared at the male instructors behind him. "What are you waiting for? Get in there and drag that disgraceful bastard out!"

The male instructors glanced at one another. The female instructors and matrons inside were still in a state of fury, and their hearts pounded with dread.

But they couldn't disobey the dean's orders, so they could only grit their teeth and charge into the chaotic women's bathhouse.

Under the furious glares of the female instructors, they went through no end of trouble—and took several stray lashes from the vines and scratches from the cat claws—before finally dragging the barely conscious Yu Xiaogang out from under the matrons' feet.