Yan Shaozhe Wanted Him to Punch Him? Golden Dragon Tyrant Body!

"Do you believe I'll strip you naked and throw you out onto the training field?"

The moment those words left his mouth, Wang Dong pouted, his eyes reddening as tears welled up.

The thought of that scene made his face flush bright red.

If that really happened...

"I-I surrender." Wang Dong bit his lip and turned his head away. "Get off me already."

"I can get up, sure, but..." Ye Ming turned Wang Dong's face back toward him and muttered at the sight of his flushed expression, "There's nothing embarrassing about losing to me. What are you blushing like a teapot for?"

Wang Dong met those mismatched golden and silver eyes and etched that hateful face into his heart.

He swore that one day, he would pin Ye Ming beneath him and beat him senseless!

He would repay today's humiliation a hundredfold, a thousandfold!

A wise man did not fight when the odds were against him. He would get through this first.

Wang Dong's voice was barely louder than a mosquito's as he reluctantly forced a few words from his throat. "B-Boss..."

"Too quiet. I didn't hear you."

Wang Dong's pink eyes flew wide open. Throwing caution to the wind, he roared, "Boss, I yield! I surrender!"

After shouting that, he felt both relieved and wronged. He could no longer hold back his tears, and they streamed down from the corners of his eyes.

"Hey, hey, what are you crying for?" Ye Ming casually wiped away the tears at his eyes. "If you beat me next time, you can do whatever you want with me."

Wang Dong was about to say something when a burly, white-haired man approached from nearby and barked at them, "What are you two doing?!"

"This is an important area of the academy! What kind of behavior is this, pulling and tugging at each other? Let go at once!"

When Ye Ming turned and saw the burly man, his heart skipped a beat.

Wasn't this Yan Shaozhe, the dean of the Martial Soul Department?

Why had such a busy man left the inner courtyard and come all the way to the new student dormitories?

Ye Ming hurriedly got off Wang Dong, then pulled him to his feet. He awkwardly said to Yan Shaozhe, "Teacher, we're roommates. We were just sparring to strengthen our friendship."

Wang Dong lowered his head, clutching the corner of his clothes in both hands, his ears crimson.

"Is that how you strengthen your friendship?" A black line appeared on Yan Shaozhe's forehead.

When he had watched the recording Zhou Yi brought him, he had recognized at a glance that the child with the Radiant Goddess Butterfly was a girl.

He did not know why Mu Lao had arranged things this way, nor would he interfere with Mu Lao's decision.

But when he saw Ye Ming catch the Winged Guillotine with one hand, he could no longer sit still and rushed over from the inner courtyard.

Yan Shaozhe pointed at the huge crater smashed into the ground. "Fighting before school has even started, and openly destroying academy property!"

"The two of you have violated academy regulations. Pack your things and get out. You're expelled."

"No!" Wang Dong panicked. He had traveled all the way from the Haotian Sect to Shrek. If he got expelled on his first day, it would all be over.

"Teacher, we know we were wrong. We can compensate for the damage. Can you please not expel us?"

He instinctively grabbed Ye Ming's hand and shook it. "Hurry and apologize to the teacher. I don't want to be expelled."

Ye Ming rolled his eyes inwardly. The dean of the inner courtyard had come to the new student dormitories to enforce discipline? Anyone could tell he was here to probe them.

Only Wang Dong, who knew nothing, had been bluffed by him.

That old man Yan Shaozhe was sly as hell.

Seeing how frightened Wang Dong looked, Ye Ming could only play along. He lowered his head and drawled, "Teacher, I started this. I'm willing to accept punishment."

"If you want to expel someone, expel me. This has nothing to do with Wang Dong."

"He got beaten up pretty badly."

"I'll go back and pack my things before leaving the academy."

With that, Ye Ming turned and headed toward the dormitory.

Yan Shaozhe froze. He had not expected this kid Ye Ming to have such a sense of responsibility.

But if he really expelled this talented boy, wouldn't Mu Lao hang him from the Golden Tree and whip him?

As Yan Shaozhe pondered how to preserve his dignity, Wang Dong saw Ye Ming's departing back and immediately stepped forward.

"Teacher, both of us fought. If you expel Boss, then I'm leaving too!"

Without waiting for Yan Shaozhe's response, he turned and followed Ye Ming.

"You two, stop right there!" Yan Shaozhe coughed dryly. "Our academy does not prohibit students from sparring, but we have designated spirit battle arenas. Go there next time."

"Seeing that you two are quite responsible, I'll waive the punishment."

"Go pay one hundred gold soul coins at the logistics office. If there's a next time, I won't be lenient!"

Wang Dong halted and turned around, a smile returning to his face. "Thank you, Teacher!"

Ye Ming did not expose Yan Shaozhe either and followed along with an acknowledgment.

Yan Shaozhe nodded, looked at Ye Ming, and revealed the true reason for his visit. "You're Ye Ming, right? You're quite strong, catching a hundred-year soul skill with your body alone."

"How about this? Hit me with your full strength. If you can force me back even one step, you won't have to compensate the academy for the damages."

Three ten-thousand-year soul rings... He wanted to see just how powerful this kid truly was!

Hearing Yan Shaozhe's words, Ye Ming was overjoyed.

He had not expected someone to actually volunteer to come over and get beaten up.

To be honest, that evil soul master from before had been too weak. One punch had turned him into a bloody mist, so Ye Ming had not been able to test his true strength.

Now, a level ninety-five Super Douluo like Yan Shaozhe was volunteering himself. He was simply the perfect punching bag!

"Teacher, isn't this a little inappropriate? What if I accidentally hurt you? Then I really will get expelled."

Yan Shaozhe raised a brow. "Enough nonsense! I am the dean of the inner courtyard's Martial Soul Department, a level ninety-five Super Douluo. Do I need you worrying about me?"

"I won't bully you, either. I won't use my martial soul. Just attack with everything you have!"

"A Titled Douluo... Dean..." Ye Ming feigned surprise, then respectfully said, "Since the dean wishes to test this junior's strength, then excuse my offense!"

Buzz!!

Three black ten-thousand-year soul rings rose beneath Ye Ming's feet, and his hands transformed into golden dragon claws.

"T-Ten-thousand-year soul rings... a three-ringed Soul Elder..." Wang Dong's lips trembled when he saw the three ten-thousand-year soul rings on Ye Ming's body.

Thinking of how smug he had been earlier over having one thousand-year soul ring, he wished he could crawl into a corner and hide.

But then he realized that Ye Ming had only proposed the agreement of whoever won becoming the boss because he had been certain he would win!

Wang Dong wanted to argue with Ye Ming, but then remembered that he himself had agreed precisely because he had been thinking the same thing at the start.

As Wang Dong wrestled with himself, the second ten-thousand-year soul ring on Ye Ming's body lit up.

Second soul skill, Golden Dragon Tyrant Body!

A defensive soul skill that tripled his defense for a short time. During its duration, it could convert attacks into his own strength. As long as his defense remained unbroken, his strength could continue stacking!

He turned to Wang Dong. "Little brother, attack me with your strongest soul skill. Don't stop until I tell you to!"

Since Yan Shaozhe wanted to test his limits, Ye Ming would naturally go all out and show him what overwhelming force was!

"Huh?"

"What do you mean, 'huh'? Do whatever your boss tells you to do!"

Wang Dong immediately grew angry. Gritting his teeth, he unleashed his Radiant Goddess Butterfly martial soul.

Stupid Ye Ming, you brought this on yourself!

Butterfly God's Light!

Butterfly God's Light!

Butterfly God's Light!

Countless spheres of light bombarded the golden layer surrounding Ye Ming. The light spheres exploded, yet failed even to dim that golden radiance.

"Ah, that feels good~" Feeling the strength within his body continuously rise, Ye Ming grinned.

Yan Shaozhe watched the scene before him with great interest, growing increasingly expectant of Ye Ming's strength.

But very soon, he regretted ever suggesting it.