How Powerful Could a Little Kid Be?

"You guys ganging up on three people, you're shameless!"

Just then, Jiang Lan's voice rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Jiang Lan and Doro.

Upon Xue Beng that the other party was a 6-year-old child, Xue Beng couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Hahaha, a 6-year-old child playing the hero and saving a damsel in distress, that's really interesting."

Xue Beng laughed so hard he almost cried.

His guards and several noble boys behind him also burst into laughter, filling the alley with a joyful atmosphere.

"Did you hear that? This little brat called us shameless!" Xue Beng rubbed his sore stomach, five finger marks still on his face, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. "Come on, little hero, how do you plan to teach this prince a lesson? By stepping on me with your little orange flippers?"

He staggered to his feet, dusted off his robes, stretched out his left cheek, tapped his cheek with his fingers, and laughed arrogantly, "Come on, hit me here. I'll stand right here and let you hit me. If you can push me back a step, I won't only let this matter go, but I'll also apologize to you!"

"Jiang Lan, don't worry about us, let's go!" Xiao Wu cried out, taking a step forward to block Jiang Lan's path.

She knew Jiang Lan was incredibly talented, but he was a prince with seven or eight guards. At least four or five of those guards had Soul Power around level 40, which was completely different from what they, the students, were capable of.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, but her body was already taut like a bowstring, ready to rush out and pull Jiang Lan back at any moment.

Although she had seen Jiang Lan in action, her sparring with Tang San that time was only a brief exchange, and she had no idea how deep Jiang Lan's true strength was.

Ning Rongrong's face turned pale, and her palms were sweaty. She was quickly calculating in her mind whether she could quell the Xue Beng if she revealed her identity as the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School.

But this place is too far from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; distant water cannot quench immediate thirst.

Jiang Lan glanced back at them, grinned, revealing two small baby teeth. "It's okay, I'll just play with him."

"Play?" Xue Beng laughed even harder. He winked at the guards, signaling them to hold their tongues. He was determined to tease this little brat properly today. "Alright, play! This prince loves playing with children. Come on, hit here, hit with all your might! After you're done, this prince will treat you to milk--"

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Lan had already closed her eyes.

The third Soul Ring lit up.

Jiang Lan was enveloped in light.

After the light disappeared, Jiang Lan was wearing a tight-fitting outfit, mainly in blue, red, and gold, with a gold chain across her chest and a gold belt around her waist.

He wore red gloves, red combat boots, and a golden Little Guga shoulder armor on his left shoulder. His cape was decorated with Little Guga patterns.

Xue Beng's smile froze.

The laughter of the guards behind him vanished as if cut off by an invisible hand. An indescribable sense of danger emanated from the six-year-old boy. It wasn't quite the same as "powerful." Power is perceptible, but this aura made him feel like a tiny insect in a glass bottle, placed before a pair of cold eyes for scrutiny.

"You..." Xue Beng subconsciously took half a step back, his mouth still holding that arrogant smile, but his gaze had begun to harden. "Don't think you can scare this emperor with a magic trick—"

Jiang Lan moved.

He raised his right fist and casually swung it out.

That punch wasn't fast; it was even somewhat casual, like a child playing around with an adult. But the moment it landed on Xue Beng's cheek, the force it unleashed was like the full-force charge of an ancient Ferocious Beast.

With a muffled thud, Xue Beng was sent flying like a catapult projectile, spinning three times in the air before crashing through a low wall at the end of the alley. He rolled seven or eight times on the ground before finally collapsing like a lump of mud in the pile of rubble.

Xue Beng's face was twisted to one side, blood and foam gushing from the corner of his mouth, his left cheek swollen like a steamed bun, his eyes rolled back, and he had lost consciousness.

The alleyway fell into a deathly silence.

The guards were all stunned; they hadn't even seen how Jiang Lan made his move.

Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong were also stunned. The three of them remained frozen in place, their mouths agape.

Doro peeked out from the corner, peeled a segment of Ju Zi, popped it into his mouth, and calmly chewed it a couple of times.

"I already told you I'm very strong, but you still insisted on making me hit you." Jiang Lan flicked her wrist, the dark golden light slowly receding, and turned to walk towards Xiao Wu and the others.

His footsteps pattered on the bluestone slabs, making a clear, clattering sound that echoed in the quiet alley.

The guards instinctively took a step back; not one of them dared to rush forward.

Jiang Lan stopped in front of Xiao Wu and the others, tilted her head back, puffed out her cheeks, and asked, "Are you alright?"

Xiao Wu opened her mouth, then suddenly her eyes reddened as she squatted down, hugged Jiang Lan tightly, buried her face in the Penguin Suit hood, and said in a muffled voice, "You silly little thing, you scared me to death just now..."

Jiang Lan's legs were lifted off the ground by Xiao Wu's embrace, her face buried in Xiao Wu's shoulder. She chuckled softly, "It's okay, with me here, they won't dare to do anything to you."

Xiao Wu sniffed, let go of him, looked at his chubby little face, and suddenly leaned over to give him a loud kiss on the cheek, leaving a wet mark.

"This is a reward for you," Xiao Wu said, her eyes red, laughing and crying at the same time.

Jiang Lan froze.

Jiang Lan instinctively raised his hand to cover the spot where he had been kissed, his ears turning bright red all the way to the roots of his neck. He opened his mouth, then stammered, "This... this isn't appropriate... My Mom Bo Saixi, said boys shouldn't be kissed by just anyone..."

Before he could finish speaking, he turned his face away in embarrassment.

Her little hands haphazardly wiped her face a couple of times, trying to remove the lipstick stain, but she was also a little reluctant to wipe it off. She looked flustered and clumsy.

Ning Rongrong stood to the side, her eyes filled with envy, and pouted, saying, "I should have cried too."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, but she lowered her head, her gaze lingering for a moment on the cheek where Jiang Lan had been kissed, before quickly looking away, her ear tips slightly red.

"Sister Xiao Wu, get up first, the ground is cold," Jiang Lan said softly, then turned to look at the guards.

No one dared to move in the alley.

Seven or eight guards stood frozen in place, their gazes shifting back and forth between Jiang Lan and the Xue Beng lying paralyzed in the rubble, none daring to take the first step.

They weren't unfamiliar with Soul Master, but the sight of a six-year-old child sending the Fourth Prince flying and crashing through a wall with a single punch was beyond everyone's comprehension.

"Doro," Jiang Lan called out.