Who Isn't a Second-Generation God?

"You're being completely unreasonable!"

"Reason?"

"I am reason."

"In the world of soul masters, the biggest fist is the only hard truth!"

Below the freshman dormitory building.

Two figures stood facing each other.

The handsome youth with blue-pink hair waved his fist, utterly dismissive of the refined-looking boy before him, sneering at his words.

The refined-looking boy's face had turned red.

Huo Yuhao had never imagined that someone could be this difficult to get along with.

He considered his own temperament fairly good.

He did not mind giving in a little to maintain a good relationship between roommates.

But this guy named Wang Dong was simply too much.

The moment she arrived at the dormitory, she laid down a whole series of rules.

Her haughty manner was as though she were ordering around a servant.

They were both good-looking boys, so why was the difference between them so enormous?

Another handsome face appeared in Huo Yuhao's mind.

That person was as perfect as an angel, with a temperament so gentle it was intoxicating.

He was worlds apart from this arrogant fellow before him!

Huo Yuhao did not mind taking a step back, but that did not mean he could accept being arrogantly ordered around like a servant by a stranger.

He still remembered his benefactor's words deeply.

Dignity was fought for, not begged for!

Even if he might not be able to defeat this Wang Dong, he would never meekly yield so easily!

"Then let's try it!"

A fierce glint flashed through Huo Yuhao's eyes as he rushed forward with his fists raised.

Wang Dong gave a disdainful snort.

"Today, I'll show you whose fist is bigger!"

There was quite a gap between them.

Huo Yuhao had not yet truly entered his cheat-powered phase elsewhere.

As a result, he soon began to struggle and fell into a disadvantage.

"This should be over!"

Wang Dong's long leg swept out like a whip.

Though she had deliberately held back some of her strength.

If that kick truly landed on Huo Yuhao's abdomen, it would still hurt for quite a while.

There was no time!

Huo Yuhao instinctively tried to defend himself, but his body could no longer keep up.

Seeing Wang Dong's leg about to strike his abdomen, Huo Yuhao had already shut his eyes and gritted his teeth, preparing himself for the coming pain.

However.

The agony he had imagined never came.

A gentle, familiar voice sounded by Huo Yuhao's ear.

"Why come to blows with your roommate?"

The sound of that voice made Huo Yuhao snap his eyes open.

A tall, slender figure had appeared between them at some point.

One hand gripped Wang Dong's ankle.

Like an iron claw, it would not budge in the slightest no matter how hard Wang Dong struggled.

"Let go of me!"

Wang Dong gritted her teeth.

A blush rose to her face.

Though she was dressed as a boy, she was, in truth, a genuine girl.

Having such a sensitive place as her ankle tightly gripped by a boy naturally filled her with shame and indignation.

Bai Luo raised an eyebrow slightly.

It seemed Wang Dong's ability to alter her appearance was limited.

Details such as her ankle had not changed.

Ordinary people might not notice.

But Bai Luo had practiced medicine for many years.

The instant he touched her, he could tell that this was undoubtedly a woman's skeletal structure.

Bai Luo did not continue holding Wang Dong's ankle.

He gently pushed his hand forward and released his grip.

Wang Dong staggered back several steps before barely managing to steady herself.

The blush born of shame and anger had yet to fade from her face.

"Bastard!"

How could the humiliated Wang Dong possibly swallow this insult?

Having regained her freedom, she swept out with another roundhouse kick.

"Brother Bai, watch out!"

Seeing this, Huo Yuhao's pupils suddenly contracted, and he hurriedly called out a warning.

Yet Bai Luo's expression did not change at all.

The difference in strength between Wang Dong and him was enormous.

In his eyes, this attack was no different from slow motion and posed no threat whatsoever.

He shook his head helplessly.

"You really don't learn, do you..."

"Bang!"

With a dull thud.

Bai Luo effortlessly caught Wang Dong's sweeping leg once again.

He made it look easy.

It was simply an old man playing with a child!

Only this time, Bai Luo did not release her immediately.

He had figured it out.

With this young lady's temperament, if he did not teach her a memorable lesson, she definitely would not let the matter rest.

As for whether this would offend Tang San, the God King of the Divine Realm.

Bai Luo was not worried in the slightest.

Who wasn't a second-generation god?

Wang Dong had Tang San, a God King, behind her.

He also had a God King sister and a God King brother-in-law behind him.

His confidence was more than sufficient.

A little princess of the Divine Realm meant little difference to him.

With the Life God King and the Destruction God King backing him, even if Tang San was displeased, there was nothing he could do to Bai Luo.

"Let go of me!"

Wang Dong gritted her teeth.

Bai Luo remained completely unmoved.

Grasping Wang Dong's long leg, he took a step forward.

Wang Dong instinctively stepped back.

She collided with the wall behind her.

Bai Luo leaned forward.

Watching that flawless face enlarge before her eyes, Wang Dong's heart began pounding uncontrollably.

She had not noticed earlier because of her humiliation and anger.

But now, as the distance between them gradually shrank, Wang Dong finally felt the tremendous impact of his perfect looks.

Even her voice unconsciously dropped much lower.

"Y-you... what are you trying to do..."

"What am I trying to do?"

The corners of Bai Luo's lips rose slightly.

A wicked smile utterly at odds with his temperament appeared on that otherworldly face.

The sudden expression created a strange sense of contrast.

Not only did it not damage Bai Luo's image.

It instead added a unique charm to him.

Wang Dong's eyelashes trembled as she closed her eyes.

There was a faint trace of anticipation within her.

Wang Dong's long, slender leg was raised and pressed against the wall.

They were so close that they could clearly feel each other's breath.

Huo Yuhao, watching from the side, could only gape.

This...

Wasn't this a little too intimate?

The next moment.

"Ah!"

Wang Dong cried out.

Her whole body suddenly left the ground, and she was flipped over and restrained atop a stone bench nearby.

Her little face was pressed flat against the cold stone surface.

A bad feeling suddenly rose in her heart.

"Y-you, what are you doing?"

"Nothing."

Bai Luo raised his hand.

A golden wheat stalk appeared in his hand.

Under Wang Dong's horrified and humiliated gaze, he smiled and raised it high.

"I'm merely disciplining you on behalf of your family."

"Correcting that arrogant temperament of yours."

The wheat stalk came down.

It struck the soft flesh behind Wang Dong.

Red!

Completely red!

Wang Dong's eyes were filled with horror and overwhelming humiliation.

This guy...

This guy was actually using that wheat stalk to whip her there!

And right outside the dormitory building, in full public view!

But Bai Luo paid no attention to her inner turmoil.

Princess syndrome was also an illness.

As a physician, he was going to give it a thorough treatment today.

The wheat stalk fell again and again.

Wang Dong's cries of pain gradually weakened.

In the end, perhaps because she had run out of strength, they turned into faint, mosquito-like moans.

Her eyes gradually became unfocused.