The Man-Eating Demoness

"Not yet, but soon!" As she spoke, Mu Xueyuan kept her eyes fixed on Tang Yu without shifting them in the slightest. Seeing this, Li Yi felt even more jealous of Tang Yu. Why was it that whenever he liked a girl, she liked Tang Yu instead? Why was the gap between people so vast?

"I'll definitely win Tang Yu over!" Mu Xueyuan declared with certainty.

Meng Xuanxuan had been observing the man and woman in the corner when she suddenly heard Mu Xueyuan's words. Her phoenix eyes widened as she thought she had misheard, so she asked again. When Mu Xueyuan confirmed it once more, Meng Xuanxuan became angry. This girl Mu Xueyuan had no sense of first come, first served at all! Tang Yu was her boyfriend, for goodness' sake!

Tang Yu, however, did not take Mu Xueyuan's words too seriously. He merely smiled and shook his head, treating them as a joke. Seeing that Meng Xuanxuan seemed to be looking at something, Tang Yu followed her gaze. But the moment he did, his expression turned cold, because he saw Xia Linlin.

"Classmate Xia, why aren't you saying anything?" The moment Wang Jing entered, he noticed Xia Linlin sitting quietly in the corner. He was immediately drawn in by her ethereal, aloof aura. Since Xia Linlin was alone, Wang Jing naturally went over to strike up a conversation.

The two chatted sporadically. The old Xia Linlin had been lively and talkative, often chatting with Tang Yu. But after transferring schools, it was as though she had become a different person—cold and reserved, with little desire to speak.

Following Xia Linlin's gaze, Wang Jing spotted Tang Yu and Meng Xuanxuan. Something stirred in his heart, and a glint flickered in his eyes, though no one knew what he was thinking.

"Brother Tang Yu, come sit over here!" Wang Jing had already investigated Tang Yu and Meng Xuanxuan's backgrounds, so he naturally knew Tang Yu's real name.

Hearing Wang Jing call out, Tang Yu and Meng Xuanxuan did not feel awkward at all and walked straight over.

"Well, if it isn't Miss Xia. So you've gotten together with Young Master Wang again?" Meng Xuanxuan did not have even the slightest favorable impression of Xia Linlin. Perhaps she once had, but after what happened last time, it was completely gone.

Hearing that, Wang Jing frowned, not understanding what Meng Xuanxuan meant. Then she continued, "Wang Jing, how dare you stay with a woman like this? Aren't you afraid she'll eat you up without even leaving your bones behind?"

"Classmate Meng, you must be joking. Linlin isn't some man-eating demoness. How could she possibly eat me without leaving even my bones behind?" Though he said that, Wang Jing was quietly considering what Meng Xuanxuan had meant.

"Xuanxuan!" Even Tang Yu found Meng Xuanxuan's sarcastic mockery of Xia Linlin hard to watch. They had once been friends. Even if they were not anymore, there was no need to lash out at her with words.

At Tang Yu's call, no matter how unhappy Meng Xuanxuan was, she still gave him plenty of face.

"You two know each other?" Wang Jing asked in surprise. Xia Linlin nodded at his question, while Tang Yu shook his head. Wang Jing then roughly understood what was going on.

Wang Jing stood and walked to Tang Yu's side, whispering, "Classmate Tang Yu, you already have Classmate Meng. Could you let me have this one?"

Though Wang Jing spoke very quietly, Xia Linlin still vaguely caught some of it. When she saw Tang Yu nod slightly, her heart wavered. She stood and left without saying goodbye to anyone. Seeing this, Wang Jing apologized to Tang Yu and hurried after her. Meng Xuanxuan's background was too formidable for him to provoke, but Xia Linlin was worth pursuing.

After being interrupted by this incident, Tang Yu no longer had the mood to stay. He said goodbye to Meng Xuanxuan and returned to his dormitory.

When he got back to 4041, he found that people seemed to have moved into the other two rooms already. However, their doors were locked, so Tang Yu paid it no mind and went straight to his own room.

Military training was about to begin, so he had to quickly replenish all the Force within his cells. The moment Tang Yu returned to his room, he began cultivating the Force Guidance Art, continuously stirring the Force in his cells and causing them to generate new Force without end. He cultivated through the entire night, and it was not until noon the next day that he fully restored all the Force he had depleted. At that moment, he felt strength coursing through every part of his body.

After hastily finishing a meal at the academy cafeteria, Tang Yu headed straight for the training hall. Every facility in the Asian Military Academy's training hall was top-notch, but there was no one there at the moment, since the school term had not officially begun.

He came before a punching target. The targets here were not made of high-toughness carbon steel, but of a memory metal. Unless one punched it apart in a single blow, it was virtually impossible to damage.

Tang Yu took a deep breath and stirred the Force in every cell of his body, pushing his mind into a completely exhilarated state. This was the first time he had made a move in peak physical and mental condition since his gene count had broken through 150.

The muscles beneath Tang Yu's clothes visibly writhed. He pulled one fist back, and the muscles and bones throughout his body stretched with a series of crackles. His feet seemed rooted to the ground, utterly motionless. Then his waist and hips suddenly exerted force, and he threw a fierce punch that even whipped up a gust of wind.

Bang! His fist landed on the target, and the counter jumped—2567! Tang Yu's punch had actually produced 2,567 kilograms of force. A person with a gene count of 150 could normally only reach a maximum of 1,500 kilograms with one punch. To go beyond that required systematic training in secret Force techniques. Yet Tang Yu's punch had not only incorporated the Force-bursting technique of the Shattering Heart Palm's hidden force, but also the exertion technique of Spiral Force. By blending the two, he had unleashed such a terrifying blow.

Still, landing a punch with such immense power was not particularly strange. Some people possessed extremely high instantaneous explosive power but poor endurance. They might throw a hundred punches, or even a thousand, before producing a single blow far stronger than their usual level.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

His fists rained down on the target—fast, precise, and ruthless. Tang Yu had executed every aspect flawlessly, displaying his strength to the fullest. Every punch exceeded 2,500 kilograms, but unfortunately, none of them could break through 2,600.

Crack-crack-crack!

Tang Yu suddenly withdrew all his strength, and every joint in his body popped like beans being fried.

"I still haven't perfectly fused the exertion techniques of Spiral Force and hidden force. Otherwise, my power should be able to rise a little further!"

For the past few days, Tang Yu had been carrying an idea in his heart: to unleash Spiral Force through the exertion techniques of inch force and hidden force. That way, both its destructive power and penetrating force would rise by an entire level. With the same amount of strength, Tang Yu could inflict three times the damage, perhaps even five or ten times as much. That was what he wanted.

"So powerful!" The moment Zhang Shuai entered the training hall, he saw a student practicing his punches inside. He did not interrupt, merely watched quietly from the side. His feelings shifted from indifference to shock, and finally to numb disbelief. He never could have imagined that a freshman possessed such powerful and sustained explosive strength.

Hearing the voice, Tang Yu turned around.

"It's you?!" Zhang Shuai's face was filled with surprise when he saw Tang Yu. At that moment, he understood. Luo Shan and Zhou Kang's injuries yesterday had only happened because Tang Yu had held back. Otherwise, with such terrifying strength, Tang Yu could have killed them both with a single punch.

"Hello, Instructor!" Tang Yu already knew that Zhang Shuai was his instructor, so he greeted him with a smile.

"You brat, I really underestimated you before. I never expected you to be this impressive!" Zhang Shuai sighed inwardly. He had only been an instructor for a few years, but he knew the current situation well enough. The quality of students had declined with every class. Most of them only forcibly raised their strength to 100 by using gene-enhancement drugs shortly before or after the college entrance exams, relying on that to pass the final hurdle of military training. Talented students like Tang Yu had become rare.

Tang Yu did not say much in response to Zhang Shuai's praise, only smiled faintly. Yet the two shallow dimples at the corners of his mouth made Zhang Shuai feel that it was rather strange. After all, boys with dimples were fairly uncommon.

"These days are for new students to get acquainted. Why aren't you relaxing and preparing for military training? Why did you come to the training hall alone instead of joining the fun?" Zhang Shuai asked Tang Yu with a smile.

"Precisely because military training is about to begin, I need to get myself into my best condition and face it at my peak!"

As Tang Yu spoke, Zhang Shuai had already taken off his thin shirt, revealing lean, solid muscles.

"Well? Interested in sparring?" Zhang Shuai crooked a finger at Tang Yu, deliberately adopting a provocative stance.

"Come on!" Tang Yu said as he stepped into the center as well.

The moment Tang Yu approached, Zhang Shuai attacked without the slightest intention of giving him any leeway. His back was like a great dragon drawing itself into a bow, his entire arm pulled back before he drove his fist forward viciously, as if he were fighting Tang Yu to the death.

But Tang Yu saw through it all. Zhang Shuai clearly had not used his full strength in this punch; he had kept its power roughly at Tang Yu's level.

A punch this ferocious could not be received head-on, or it would certainly end with both sides injured. Tang Yu shifted his body slightly, gathered his energy and force, stepped forward, and struck with his palm. His fist followed the motion of his waist—first withdrawing, then releasing. His palm strike looked light, but it borrowed the clever strength of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds, effortlessly pushing Zhang Shuai's fierce punch aside.