The Dormitory Status Struggle, Wang Dong'er Wants Su Ling to Fetch Tea and Water

Shrek freshman dormitory.

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong were still bickering and snapping at each other.

However, Huo Yuhao's vocabulary was severely lacking, making him no match for Wang Dong, and he was so infuriated that his face turned bright red.

"Jerk! I'm not arguing with you! If you want to fight, let's go!"

"Bring it on! Whoever loses does the dormitory chores!"

The two stared daggers at each other, sparks seemingly flying between their gazes.

Su Ling clutched his forehead and chuckled, then stepped forward to pull Huo Yuhao aside, whispering, "Yuhao, don't be impulsive. The other party is a Great Soul Master."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao pressed his lips into a thin line. The anger in his eyes faltered for a moment, only to be replaced by unwillingness.

Recalling the verbal insults he had just endured, he clenched his fists. After a brief internal struggle, he raised his head and glared at Wang Dong, bracing himself.

"So what if he's a Great Soul Master! Big Brother Su Ling, I'm not afraid!"

This so-called roommate had acted high and mighty from the start, his words laced with commands. His style of insulting and bullying was exactly the same as those people at the Dai Mansion.

Ever since the day he left the Dai Mansion, he had secretly sworn that he would make those who looked down on him pay the price!

What did it matter if the other party was a Great Soul Master? Even if he were beaten to death, he, Huo Yuhao, would tear a piece of flesh off the guy!!

Seeing the unyielding spirit on Huo Yuhao's face, Su Ling sighed, pressed down on his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Yuhao, I know you aren't afraid, and I know you are a person with dignity and backbone."

"But your soul power is ultimately weaker than hers. If you really fight and she doesn't know how to pull her punches, what will you do if you get hurt?"

"Since you call me Big Brother, how could I just stand by and watch?"

"Big Brother Su Ling..."

Huo Yuhao felt a sting in his nose, and his eyes turned red.

"Don't worry, I will help you get justice for the way she bullied you!"

With that, Su Ling gave Huo Yuhao a reassuring smile, patted his shoulder gently, and turned to walk toward Wang Dong.

Huo Yuhao's eyes turned completely red. At this moment, Su Ling's back gradually loomed larger in his eyes, becoming a towering figure.

An unprecedented warmth surged into his heart.

On Wang Dong's side, seeing only Su Ling approach, he was momentarily confused.

"Hey, what are you two whispering about over there? Is he still going to fight or not?"

Su Ling smiled and said, "The fight is still on, but for the sake of fairness, Yuhao is only level 11, and you being a Great Soul Master is truly bullying him. So, I'll fight you in his place, how about that?"

"That idiot is only level 11? How did he even get in?"

Wang Dong was somewhat surprised, cast a disdainful glance at Huo Yuhao, and then turned to look at Su Ling.

"Fine, I accept, but we need to add a wager."

"Name it."

"If I win..." Wang Dong drew out the end of his sentence, looked Su Ling up and down, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

"You have to switch dorms with that idiot, and all the chores in the room will be yours from now on. Furthermore, that includes, but is not limited to, serving me tea and water, and washing and folding my laundry!"

Compared to that dull-looking idiot, this elegant-looking youth was much more pleasing to the eye.

When the time came, he would make him serve tea and water, wash clothes, and occasionally give him a foot massage.

Back in the God Realm, whenever his mother was angry, his father would serve her just like that to coax her.

He wanted to experience that feeling too.

Just thinking about it was fun!

"Alright, and what if I win?"

Hearing this, Wang Dong crossed his arms and hummed, "Win first, then we'll talk!"

Seeing this, the corners of Su Ling's mouth curled up slightly.

The fish had taken the bait.

A moment later.

The three went downstairs and found a secluded grove.

Huo Yuhao sat on a public bench, his gaze darting back and forth between Wang Dong and Su Ling, who stood on opposite sides of the clearing.

Su Ling stood tall, a lazy, gentle smile on his face, showing no signs of the tension that usually precedes a battle.

At this moment, Wang Dong tossed his powder-blue short hair and asked, "I still don't know your name."

"Before asking for someone else's name, shouldn't you state your own first?" Su Ling asked back with a light laugh.

Wang Dong smiled slightly at this, and a pair of blue butterfly wings instantly unfurled from his back. Their shape and color were incomparably beautiful, like a work of art.

"My name is Wang Dong, a level 21 Great Soul Master, Martial Soul: Radiant Goddess Butterfly."

"Also, let's not use soul skills in this fight. We'll decide the winner based solely on our own mastery of our Martial Souls, how about it?"

"Agreed."

Su Ling nodded slightly, extending one hand forward with his palm facing sideways. "Su Ling, Level 29 Great Soul Master, Martial Soul Thunder Prison Qilin Emperor. Please, after you."

As he spoke, the hand he had extended transformed instantly into a Qilin Claw amidst a flash of lightning, with purple-black scales spreading up to his wrist.

Seeing this, Wang Dong frowned slightly.

Level 29? A Qilin Martial Soul?

That was a divine beast; its quality was at least Super-tier, and in terms of bloodline, it might even surpass her Radiant Goddess Butterfly.

Moreover, it appeared that his attribute was the Thunder element, known for having the most ferocious attack power of all.

"Well, Wang Dong, do you still want to fight?" Su Ling teased with a smile.

"Hmph, so what if your Martial Soul and level are a bit higher than mine? This fight forbids the use of Soul Skills; it's not certain who will win yet!"

Wang Dong snorted coldly, leaped into the air, and flapped her two butterfly wings, using the agility of the Radiant Goddess Butterfly to close the distance to Su Ling rapidly.

A white light lit up on her butterfly wings, shimmering with a steel-like luster under the morning sun.

However, Su Ling had already anticipated her flight trajectory. He wiped the smile from his face and stepped forward instead of retreating. As those steel-like wings slashed toward him, he suddenly pivoted on his heel.

Whoosh.

He dodged perfectly with a sidestep.

The wind Wang Dong brought with her ruffled Su Ling's hair. A faint gleam flashed in his eyes as he flicked a wisp of black electricity lingering on his right claw.

Whoosh... crackle. A muffled sound rang out.

The bolt of electricity struck her butterfly wing with precision, spreading across her entire body from her back.

The Radiant Goddess Butterfly behind Wang Dong stiffened for a moment, and her figure wavered in mid-air, nearly falling.

Fortunately, Su Ling had controlled the power, and Wang Dong recovered after only two seconds.

She steadied herself and looked toward Su Ling, only to realize he had closed the distance to her at some point.

"Your butterfly wings are quite sharp, but your accuracy is lacking."

Su Ling's voice sounded right by Wang Dong's ear. As his warm breath brushed against her, the roots of Wang Dong's ears turned red, though it was unclear if it was from anger or embarrassment.

"You!" Wang Dong was both shocked and furious. She suddenly raised her hand and gripped the air; the next second, a small, pitch-black hammer appeared instantly. "Take this hammer!"

Seeing the imposing hammer head smashing toward him, Su Ling raised an eyebrow. He also raised his hand, thrusting his Qilin Claw out to collide with the hammer head.

After all, this was the Clear Sky Hammer, rumored to be the number one tool Martial Soul in the world. This time, Su Ling did not hold back and used his full strength.

Boom! A loud crash echoed.

The morning dew gathered on the surrounding leaves was shaken off in an instant.

Huo Yuhao, who was watching the battle, wiped the water from his eyelids with his sleeve before looking toward the center of the field.

He saw Wang Dong sitting on the grass, the Radiant Goddess Butterfly behind her no longer sharp, looking limp as if it had lost all its energy.

Not far away lay that small, pitch-black hammer.

As for Su Ling, he stood before her with one hand behind his back, looking calm and composed.