Martial Skills vs. Tang Sect Secret Arts, Sending Tang San to the Infirmary

"Little San, take some advice from your boss. From now on... keep a low profile!"

"Yes!"

Facing Ao Yin's mockery, Tang San gritted his teeth and endured it.

He murmured inwardly, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Never look down on a young man..."

However, before he could finish consoling himself, Ao Yin's warning rang in his ears. "If you don't behave yourself, then even if your father and Yu Xiaogang are protecting you, forget middle age or old age—I'll make you dead right now!"

Tang San swallowed. How was Ao Yin like a worm in his stomach, seeing through every thought he had at a glance?

Fortunately, although Ao Yin threatened him verbally, he did not seem to dare go too far.

"Because of Dad?"

"No! It should be because of Teacher. As a master of the academy, Teacher makes Ao Yin wary, so he doesn't dare take things too far!"

After thinking it over, Tang San could only find this explanation somewhat reasonable!

Huff—

Tang San let out a breath of relief, glad that he had acknowledged Yu Xiaogang as his teacher from the very beginning. Otherwise, he did not know how he would survive his days at Notting Academy from now on!

Tang San's guess was not entirely unreasonable, but Ao Yin truly did not take Yu Xiaogang seriously. There were two reasons why he had been so tolerant of Tang San.

On one hand, he feared retaliation from Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao. On the other, he wanted to slowly torment Tang San and make him watch as everything that had originally belonged to him was taken away bit by bit.

While Ao Yin and Xiao Wu happily tidied up the bedding together, Wang Sheng was arranging a bed for Tang San.

"Little San, you arrived last, so this is the only bed left!"

Wang Sheng pointed toward a spot in the corner. Tang San followed the direction of his finger and could not help frowning.

It was not that the bed itself was poor, but its location... was pressed right up against the dormitory toilet. Every other bed had a window for ventilation; only his corner was cramped and stuffy.

Standing beside the bed, Tang San could even smell the stench of urine and feces from the toilet.

"You're bullying me!"

Tang San clenched his teeth and protested to Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng immediately took offense. Rolling up his sleeves, he said bluntly, "Tang San, don't take kindness for granted. Dorm beds are first come, first served. You came last—who can you blame for not getting a good spot?"

"Besides, Room Seven originally didn't even have a bed for you. If the headmaster hadn't done Master a favor, you wouldn't even be qualified to stay in Room Seven!"

"What do you mean, bullying? If you want to see bullying, I can make you sleep in the toilet. Believe that?"

His good intentions had been treated like donkey liver and lungs. Wang Sheng fired off one remark after another, the Battle Tiger martial soul faintly appearing around him as he took on an obvious "fight me if you don't like it" stance.

At the other end of Room Seven, Ao Yin and Xiao Wu heard the commotion and looked over.

Xiao Wu was growing increasingly dissatisfied with Tang San as well. She rebuked, "Little San, how could you think of Wang Sheng that way?"

"Exactly! Like a dog biting Lü Dongbin—you can't tell a good person from a bad one!"

"Tang San, you're far too narrow-minded!"

The other members of Room Seven also spoke up for Wang Sheng.

"You're the dog! Your whole family is made of dogs!"

Besieged by everyone's words, Tang San's eyes reddened as he began snapping back wildly.

It was Ao Yin's first day as Room Seven's boss, so naturally he would not turn a blind eye to this. He immediately walked slowly over to Tang San.

With a light chuckle, he said, "Tang San, it seems you really didn't take my words to heart at all?"

"Your words?"

"What the hell are your words worth? I only listen to Sister Xiao Wu!"

Tang San had long since thrown Ao Yin's advice about keeping a low profile to the back of his mind.

Moreover, from beginning to end, he had never regarded Ao Yin as the dorm boss. If not for Sister Xiao Wu, he, Tang San, would never submit to Ao Yin!

"Oh? Even now, you really think Xiao Wu gave me this boss position?"

"What? Isn't that the case?"

"Pfft, hahahahaha!"

The moment those words came out, everyone in Room Seven understood why Tang San had been so stubborn, and they could not help laughing.

That made sense. Tang San had arrived rather late and did not know that Ao Yin had overpowered Xiao Wu.

But Tang San believed his judgment was not wrong.

Master had once told him that without obtaining a soul ring, soul power would hit a bottleneck.

Ao Yin could not possibly have a soul ring on his first day at the academy. Although Ao Yin possessed innately full soul power, Tang San believed that his own level ten soul power had now caught up to him. With the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Tang Sect's secret arts at his disposal, Ao Yin could not possibly be his match.

"A dog will never stop eating shit!"

Ao Yin cracked his neck. It seemed warnings were useless; only fists could discipline a dog into obedience.

Seeing Ao Yin's stance, Tang San hurriedly looked toward Xiao Wu and shouted, "Sister Xiao Wu, you saw it too—it's him who wants to fight, okay? If I hurt him when I strike, you can't blame me!"

"You? Hurt whom?"

Xiao Wu, watching from the side with amused interest, froze slightly. She truly did not know where Tang San got his confidence. She had experienced Ao Yin's martial skills before—they were no less formidable than soul skills!

"Little San, don't worry. If you can defeat Ao Yin, then from today onward, you'll be the boss of Dorm Seven!" Xiao Wu said generously with a giggle.

"Really?"

"Truer than pearls! That's what Sister Xiao Wu said!"

Wang Sheng and the others all chimed in agreement.

Ao Yin said coldly, "You sure talk a lot of nonsense."

Tang San instantly flew into a rage and said in a low voice, "Ao Yin, I've put up with you for a long time!"

"Three months ago, my soul power was slightly weaker than yours, and because my endurance was lacking, you beat me with a stick. Do you really think I, Tang San, am still the same as before?"

"Yes. You're exactly the same."

Ao Yin replied calmly. From beginning to end, he had never regarded Tang San as a threat. He had even been deliberately provoking him, waiting for him to make the first move.

Tang San finally could not endure it any longer and attacked first.

"Mysterious Jade Hand!"

With his level-ten soul power empowering Mysterious Jade Hand, Tang San moved as swiftly as the wind, determined to tear Ao Yin's mouth apart.

At such close range, even Wang Sheng sucked in a breath for Ao Yin, yet Ao Yin made no move to dodge.

He even extended one hand as well, without any soul power enhancement at all.

Smack!

Tang San's Mysterious Jade Hand, which had just slashed toward Ao Yin's face, was effortlessly caught by Ao Yin.

Yet Tang San did not think much of it. "You dare catch my Mysterious Jade Hand barehanded—"

"Ah!!!"

Before he could finish, Tang San suddenly let out a miserable scream.

That was because Ao Yin's [Dragon Claw Hand], empowered by [Myriad-Jun Strength], was something even Tang San's Tang Sect supreme technique, [Mysterious Jade Hand], with its jade-like hardness, could not withstand. One of his fingers was snapped outright.

"How is that possible?"

Tang San's right hand trembled as unbearable pain shot through it. There had clearly been no fluctuation of soul power from his opponent just now, yet his Mysterious Jade Hand had been broken?

"Take another claw strike!"

Ao Yin smiled faintly as [Dragon Claw Hand] came at him again.

Tang San's scalp went numb. He hurriedly used [Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track], leaving layer upon layer of afterimages as he tried to evade the attack.

"A movement technique?"

"I have one too!"

Ao Yin assumed a running stance, then kicked off with his right foot.

[Mist Step]

Bang!

The marble floor instantly cracked like a spiderweb.

Ao Yin shot out like a cannonball, but not in a straight line. His trajectory was erratic and elusive.

"Hahaha, run then! Where do you think you can run to?"

"What?"

Tang San pushed Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to its limit, yet Ao Yin remained close behind him the entire time, deliberately toying with him.

Tang San swallowed, recalling Yu Xiaogang's words. What Teacher said was true?

But at this point, he could only face it head-on.

Tang San came to an abrupt stop. Rather than continue dodging, he turned around. With [Mysterious Jade Hand] empowering him, he suddenly unleashed [Control the Crane, Capture the Dragon], slamming a palm toward Ao Yin's head.

Ao Yin showed no fear. With [Myriad-Jun Strength] empowering him, he threw out a palm strike of [Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms]!

Hum—

A faint dragon's roar seemed to shake heaven and earth as the two palms collided.

Riiip!

Boom—

The sleeve on Tang San's right arm instantly tore apart piece by piece, and he was blasted away by the palm strike, crashing straight into the restroom. He nearly fell into the latrine pit.

"Little San, we're fellow townsmen. I originally didn't want to embarrass you like this..."

"Cough, cough! Boss Ao... Boss Ao, I was wrong!"

Tang San coughed twice, becoming even more practiced at admitting his mistake.

"Oh?"

Ao Yin feigned surprise and moved closer to him.

The moment Tang San relaxed, six iron needles flew from his hand.

"Die!"

Tang San sneered. This was a hidden weapon technique of the Tang Sect—strike when the enemy least expected it!

But Ao Yin had long known what Tang San was like. With a backhand flick, he threw a [Little Li Flying Dagger].

Clang, clang, clang—

"Ah—"

Several metallic clashes rang out, followed by a scream. A fruit knife pierced straight through Tang San's Mysterious Jade Hand, pinning it firmly to the wall.

"How could I, Tang San... be... so utterly defeated?" He fainted on the spot.

Wang Sheng and the others had long been left dumbfounded. "Boss Ao, you're way too strong, aren't you?"

Ao Yin waved a hand. "Have Yu Xiaogang take him to the academy infirmary. Don't let him die so easily in my Seventh Dorm!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Wang Sheng had already been won over by Ao Yin's strength, becoming a fervent little fan as he promptly did as told!