Seven-Day Love Lock

Outside the dormitory building.

On a fairly spacious lawn, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong stood facing each other.

Not far away, Xiao Xiao stood beneath a tree with her arms folded, her expression somewhat subtle.

She had originally only been planning to head to the cafeteria for a meal.

But the moment she came downstairs, she saw two freshmen storming out of the dormitory.

One wore a smile.

The other was practically red with rage.

Xiao Xiao had not intended to meddle.

But when she saw that one of them was Huo Yuhao, her steps stopped of their own accord.

What was so special about the person Sister Ju Zi valued so highly?

She really was curious.

"Huo Yuhao."

Wang Dong gritted her teeth as she glared at him, her pink-blue eyes seeming ready to spit fire.

"If I don't beat you flat today, I'll take your surname."

Huo Yuhao blinked.

"Huo Dong?"

Wang Dong: ...

Xiao Xiao: ...

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Wang Dong nearly lost it. That one sentence left her so choked up that her chest felt stifled.

What was wrong with this guy?

Why was it that every time she was about to lose her temper, he could always stop her anger dead with a single sentence?

"Cut the crap!"

Wang Dong raised a hand and pointed at Huo Yuhao. "Let's fight. Whoever wins gets the final say."

Huo Yuhao nodded.

"Sure."

Wang Dong froze for a moment.

She had not expected Huo Yuhao to agree so readily.

This guy was clearly only level twenty-one, and he was a control-type Soul Master.

If they really fought, there was no way his frontal combat ability could compare to hers, a power-attack type.

With that thought, Wang Dong regained her confidence.

But the next moment.

Huo Yuhao raised one finger and said seriously, "A fight is fine, but first, let's establish three rules."

Wang Dong frowned. "What three rules?"

"First, we can only use Martial Souls and Soul Power."

"Second, no soul skills."

"Third, no deliberately damaging public facilities."

Wang Dong tilted her head.

"Why can't we use soul skills?"

Huo Yuhao fell silent for a moment.

Then he looked at Wang Dong as if she were illiterate.

"Have you not read the school rules?"

Wang Dong's expression stiffened.

Huo Yuhao pointed at the dormitory building beside them, then at the stone lamps and flower beds beyond the lawn.

"If freshmen fight privately and damage academy public property, they have to compensate for it at full value. Serious cases also receive demerits."

"Your family has money. I'm different."

"I'm currently a poor boy being kept by a rich woman."

Xiao Xiao's lips twitched slightly.

Being kept by a rich woman?

Was he talking about Sister Ju Zi?

If Sister Ju Zi heard that, who knew what her expression would be.

Wang Dong's pretty face also flushed slightly.

Of course she had not read the school rules.

More accurately, she had never thought something like that was worth reading.

But how could she possibly admit that?

"Who said I didn't know?"

Wang Dong snorted and forcibly changed the subject.

"Of course I knew. I was just testing whether you had seriously read the school rules."

Huo Yuhao looked at her.

"Oh."

That single "oh" made Wang Dong even angrier.

"Start fighting already!"

The moment she finished speaking.

A brilliant light erupted from Wang Dong's body.

A pair of incomparably dazzling butterfly wings instantly spread behind her. Pink-blue radiance flowed across the wings, making them breathtakingly beautiful.

Light Goddess Butterfly.

In terms of appearance alone, this Martial Soul was undeniably stunning.

Standing nearby, Xiao Xiao's eyes also flashed with amazement.

Just from its name, one could tell the Light Goddess Butterfly was beautiful. Yet seeing it in person still felt somewhat unbelievable.

It was too beautiful.

So beautiful that it did not seem like a Martial Soul meant for combat.

But the next instant, Wang Dong had already charged forward.

She was incredibly fast. With a light tap of her toes against the ground, she seemed to be carried by the light, arriving before Huo Yuhao in the blink of an eye.

She threw a punch.

There was no soul skill involved.

But the oppressive force brought by her Soul Power was still not something an ordinary two-ring Soul Grandmaster could take easily.

Huo Yuhao's gaze narrowed slightly.

In his vision, every detail of Wang Dong's movements became extraordinarily clear: the force from her shoulder, the rotation of her elbow, and the way her waist and abdomen drove her body forward.

He could even determine the punch's true point of impact in advance.

Huo Yuhao shifted half a step sideways.

Wang Dong's fist skimmed past the edge of his clothes.

"That's it?"

Huo Yuhao asked casually.

Wang Dong's eye twitched.

"You're courting death!"

She spun around quickly, her butterfly wings giving a slight beat as she forcibly changed direction in midair.

This kick was both fast and vicious.

If it had been an ordinary freshman, they probably would not even have been able to see it clearly.

But Huo Yuhao merely raised his left arm and lightly placed his palm against the outside of Wang Dong's calf.

He borrowed her momentum and gave a push.

Wang Dong immediately lost her balance, staggering half a step when she landed.

Xiao Xiao's gaze sharpened.

That move just now had been simple.

But precisely because it was simple, it was even more frightening.

Huo Yuhao had not relied on soul skills, nor had he met force with force. He had merely used a tiny movement, perfectly catching Wang Dong at the most awkward point of her exertion.

That required extraordinary observational ability.

As well as an absurd reaction speed.

"Do you only know how to dodge?"

Wang Dong steadied herself, her little face flushed red with anger.

Huo Yuhao said seriously, "You're a power-attack type, and I'm a control type. Why would I clash head-on with you?"

"Why don't you just ask me to stand there and let you punch me?"

Wang Dong gritted her teeth.

That seemed to make sense.

But for some reason, hearing him say it still made her furious.

The next moment, she charged at him again.

This time, Wang Dong had clearly put away her contempt.

Her attacks no longer relied solely on speed and strength. Instead, she continuously used the Light Goddess Butterfly's aerial advantage to pressure Huo Yuhao from every angle.

Fists, elbows, knees, and legs.

A relentless string of attacks came with almost no pause.

Huo Yuhao retreated continuously, yet his footwork never became disordered.

His eyes remained fixed on Wang Dong.

Every time Wang Dong had just begun to raise a hand, he had already reacted in advance.

"Your left fist lacks power, and your right fist lacks precision."

"Your footing is unsteady, and your center of gravity is unstable before every kick."

"Your reactions are slow. In short, not a single movement of yours is decent. Are you really a Soul Master?"

The more Wang Dong fought, the angrier she became.

She had come to teach Huo Yuhao a lesson.

Yet now, it felt as though he were giving her an on-the-spot lesson instead.

Who could put up with that?

Standing nearby, Xiao Xiao felt her shock grow deeper and deeper.

Wang Dong was strong.

There was no doubt about that.

Even without soul skills, her use of her Martial Soul and her physical coordination far surpassed those of ordinary freshmen.

But Huo Yuhao was even stranger.

He clearly had not displayed any particularly powerful Soul Power fluctuations. Even his Spirit Eyes Martial Soul only made his eyes glow faintly.

Yet every one of Wang Dong's attacks seemed as if it had been written in his mind beforehand.

No matter where they came from.

He evaded them all.

Xiao Xiao suddenly understood a little why Sister Ju Zi valued him so highly.

This person really was abnormal.

And not just ordinarily abnormal.

As he dealt with Wang Dong's attacks, Huo Yuhao made judgments in his mind.

The Light Goddess Butterfly had a high affinity for the light element.

Even without using soul skills, its Soul Power could actually accomplish many things.

For example, short-range bursts of speed.

Or using light to disrupt an opponent's vision and flashbang them white.

Unfortunately, Wang Dong's mind was currently filled with nothing but beating him up.

She could not think of any of that.

This girl really has great talent.

She just gets carried away too easily in a fight.

No wonder she needed teammates to coordinate with her in the original story.

In one-on-one combat, if she encountered an opponent calm enough, Wang Dong actually had quite a few openings.

"Huo Yuhao!"

Wang Dong suddenly gave a low shout.

The butterfly wings behind her beat fiercely, and her body traced an arc through the air, actually circling around to Huo Yuhao's rear flank.

The angle of this strike was extremely tricky.

Xiao Xiao instinctively widened her eyes.

But just as Wang Dong was about to reach him, Huo Yuhao seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. His right foot stepped back, and his body sank slightly.

Wang Dong's palm swept over his shoulder.

It missed.

The next moment.

Huo Yuhao suddenly raised a hand, grabbed Wang Dong's wrist, and twisted with the motion.

Wang Dong's pupils contracted.

Just as she tried to break free, Huo Yuhao caught her other hand as well.

"Seven-Day Love Lock."

Huo Yuhao shouted it with a straight face.

Then he hooked his foot, moved in close, and crossed his arms to exert force, directly twisting both of Wang Dong's hands behind her in front of her body.

Wang Dong was forced to turn around.

Her back was practically pressed against Huo Yuhao's chest, her hands locked tight and completely unable to move.

The lawn fell silent in an instant.

Xiao Xiao blinked.

This position...

It seemed a little inappropriate.

Wang Dong froze as well, smelling the scent rushing toward her from Huo Yuhao's body, a scent that belonged to him alone.

Feeling the warmth coming from behind her, her entire face reddened at a visible speed.

"Huo Yuhao!"

"Let me go!"