Blame Wang Dong for the Money

Meanwhile, Chu Feng and Wang Dong remained in a stalemate, though any keen observer could see that Wang Dong was nearly at her limit.

"What kind of soul skill is this, ice-attributed... you little brat, what exactly is your martial soul???"

Mu En watched Chu Feng's novel combat methods, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes.

To be able to use soul skills without releasing a martial soul or soul rings—what kind of nonsense was this? They were both soul masters, so why was this kid such an anomaly?

He couldn't see through Wang Dong, but at least she still fell within the range of a normal soul master.

As for this Chu Feng, he was completely unfathomable. Every move the boy made exceeded his expectations. If someone like this entered Shrek, he feared there would be no peace in the future...

Although Wang Dong was equally puzzled by Chu Feng's methods, she had long since been blinded by rage and continued her frantic, relentless assault.

Seeing her soul power nearing exhaustion and her second soul skill failing to take effect, Wang Dong finally steeled her resolve to use her second martial soul.

Her second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, possessed no soul rings, but given her current strength, a surprise attack would surely crush her opponent!

"Wing Guillotine—"

With that thought, Wang Dong let out a sharp cry. Abandoning long-range tactics, she utilized her first soul skill once more, charging at Chu Feng like a sharp bayonet.

Just as she was halfway there, she stealthily drew the Clear Sky Hammer, intending to land a fatal blow on Chu Feng!

However, Chu Feng's spiritual power was immense; every move Wang Dong made was under his surveillance. Sensing her draw the Clear Sky Hammer, Chu Feng's left hand, gripping the Ice Whip, tightened abruptly, and the length of the whip surged by several meters...

"Snap—"

The Ice Whip lashed out like a vicious, cunning viper. The tip of the whip broke the sound barrier, arriving at Wang Dong's side with lightning speed before curving around...

Then, it struck Wang Dong's backside with a resounding thwack!

"Pfft—"

The terrifying force of the whip tore through Wang Dong's pants, leaving a three-inch gash and landing squarely on her gluteal flesh.

Through the tear, one could clearly see the fair skin turning bright red at a visible rate, with beads of blood seeping from the wound.

Because of the ice attribute of the whip, Wang Dong's senses were numbed instantly.

But as the temperature returned to normal and the numbness faded, Wang Dong felt a searing, spicy heat radiating from her backside, as if the wound had been soaked in chili oil...

The extreme sensation of comfort and shame caused Wang Dong's cold little face to flush crimson once more, echoing the red mark on her backside like a work of art...

"Ahhhhhhh—"

Her fists clenched. Wang Dong's fists were hard.

She was mad. Wang Dong had completely lost it.

"I'm going to kill you!!!"

Wang Dong went completely berserk. No longer concealing the Clear Sky Hammer in her hand, she descended from the sky, raising the hammer with both hands and charging at Chu Feng with a ferocious expression.

"It's over."

Chu Feng smiled faintly and flicked the Ice Whip in his hand.

Wang Dong was already in mid-air and had no time to dodge.

The moment the Ice Whip made contact, it coiled around her like a spirit snake, completely restricting her movements.

"What!!!"

Wang Dong tried to struggle, only to find the Ice Whip incredibly tough; despite her strength, she couldn't shake it in the slightest.

"Thud—"

The next moment, Wang Dong fell straight from the sky in her hammer-wielding pose, face-planting into the ground...

The battle was over.

At this moment, seeing that the battle had concluded, students began to appear one after another, peeking and whispering.

After all, the commotion the two had caused was simply too great.

Not only that, but a large group of dormitory proctors had gathered on the roof of the dormitory building.

Normally, teachers would have intervened to stop such an event, as large-scale combat caused significant destruction, had a negative impact, and violated school rules—it would certainly lead to expulsion.

However, it was as if all the proctors had received an order; none of them made a move, choosing instead to watch the great battle with keen interest.

Standing in the center of the teachers was a middle-aged man in a tuxedo wearing black-rimmed glasses—the director of the outer courtyard, Du Weilun.

"This kid is truly an anomaly. No wonder Dean Yan asked me to pay special attention to him..." Du Weilun adjusted his glasses, his eyes filled with astonishment.

He had heard Yan Shaozhe mention yesterday that a peerless monster named Chu Feng had arrived among the new students. He hadn't believed it at first; after all, no matter how talented, he was still just a twelve-year-old brat.

For many years, the only one who had truly surprised him was that monster Ma Xiaotao; other than her, no talent had caught his eye.

Seeing him today, he realized his own vision had been too narrow...

On the ground outside the dormitory, Chu Feng slowly crouched down, reached out to pinch Wang Dong's soft, bouncy cheek, and asked with a smile, "Well, do you yield?"

"Ahhhhhhh—"

"Let me go! I don't accept this! If you have the guts, let's have a fair fight!"

Wang Dong was bound tightly by the whip, wriggling on the ground like a caterpillar. Her bright, beautiful eyes were practically spitting fire, as if she could incinerate everything in her sight.

"I'll give you one more chance~"

Chu Feng remained smiling, snapping his fingers.

The tail end of the Ice Whip wrapped around Wang Dong suddenly moved, coming to life like an icy serpent. It aimed directly for the hole in the seat of Wang Dong's pants and slid right in...

When Wang Dong felt the sudden, piercing chill at her backside, she froze on the spot as if hit by a paralysis spell. Her already flushed face surged with even more blood, turning a vivid, brilliant red.

How... how could he do this... Wang Dong's brain had completely crashed. She was only disguised as a boy thanks to a special treasure, but that only deceived the eyes of others; her body remained unchanged, and now, this...

Seeing Wang Dong about to explode again, Chu Feng was quick to act, pinching her mouth shut. He smiled and warned, "This is your last chance to speak~"

As Chu Feng's words fell, Wang Dong could clearly feel that slippery, icy coldness against her skin. She had no doubt that if she dared to say another word, Chu Feng would tear her pants to shreds right there, and then...

After weighing her options, Wang Dong finally lowered her proud head.

"This time... you win... let me go now!!" Wang Dong gritted her teeth as she forced the words out.

"That's more like it~"

Hearing this, Chu Feng waved his hand.

With a crisp "crack," the Ice Whip binding Wang Dong shattered completely, transforming into individual Want Want Ice Pop pieces.

"What kind of soul skill is this..."

Wang Dong stood up, looking at Chu Feng with shock. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she never would have believed that the "weapon" she had been fighting for so long was merely ice chunks the opponent had casually condensed.

Could Chu Feng also possess Twin Martial Souls, with his second being an ice-attribute?

Before Wang Dong could process this, a black figure slowly descended from the sky.

Wang Dong and Chu Feng turned in unison to see a man in a black tailcoat and black-rimmed glasses, looking like a refined and honest gentleman, walking toward them.

"I am the Dean of the Outer Courtyard. Wang Dong, Chu Feng, you have engaged in a brawl within the academy for no reason and caused significant damage to the grounds. You have seriously violated school rules. Come with me."

Du Weilun adjusted his glasses slightly and spoke indifferently.

"I'm sorry..." Wang Dong knew she was in the wrong and lowered her head obediently, though her fists remained clenched tight.

"Understood. I'll accept whatever punishment comes my way. As for the damages, just bill Wang Dong." Chu Feng waved his hand dismissively.

Wang Dong: ?

Du Weilun: ??