Thieving Killing Move: Flying Dragon Cloud-Seeking Hand!

The female teacher took Qin Qi to the teachers' office.

By then, many teachers were already seated at their desks.

Qin Qi looked around. Several of them seemed familiar; they were probably teachers he had seen earlier.

"Director Su, this child is one of this year's new students. Please register him."

The female teacher handed Qin Qi's Spirit Hall certificate to Director Su and spoke.

"Qin Qi, Palm Martial Soul, first-rank Soul Power."

"You're the child who argued with the gatekeeper at the entrance, aren't you?"

Director Su looked at the Spirit Hall certificate, then at Qin Qi, and immediately recalled what his colleague had mentioned earlier.

He spoke with a smile.

"That man went too far in bullying me, so I fought back."

Qin Qi replied.

"Hahaha, don't be nervous. I'm not blaming you. I just meant that you're so young, yet you have quite a bit of courage."

"You clearly came from a small village, yet you weren't afraid at all when you came here for the first time.

"You really are brave."

Director Su laughed. As he efficiently handled Qin Qi's paperwork, he praised him.

"All right, you're registered. Here's your school uniform. Your dormitory is over there—Dorm Seven."

As Director Su spoke, he handed Qin Qi a set of white school clothes. At that moment, Tang San and his master walked over.

Yu Xiaogang wore a smug expression, striding along with great vigor.

He must have successfully sweet-talked Tang San into becoming his disciple.

So pleased with yourself, huh? But Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer is with me now.

I really want to know what expression you'll have when you later discover that Tang San doesn't have Twin Martial Souls.

Led by the female teacher, Qin Qi left with his clothes in hand. Yet when he reached the doorway, he could not help laughing.

"Little Qin Qi, what are you laughing about?"

the female teacher asked curiously.

"Starting today, I can study here and receive instruction from teachers like you."

"I'm so happy that I couldn't help laughing."

Qin Qi answered without the slightest hesitation.

"You really are a good child."

The female teacher could not help nodding approvingly. What wonderful words those were.

They made her, as a teacher, feel valued. Her impression of Qin Qi improved even more.

The female teacher brought Qin Qi to Dorm Seven. As soon as they entered, they saw Wang Sheng beating up another student.

"A newcomer? Come and..."

Hearing the door open, Wang Sheng turned around, intending to teach the newcomer a lesson and establish his authority as the boss.

But when he turned, he saw the teacher. The little tiger Wang Sheng immediately stood at attention.

"Wang Sheng, this is your new classmate, Qin Qi. You're not allowed to bully him."

The female teacher looked at Wang Sheng, then at the student who had been beaten. She did not say much.

She merely gave him a warning.

"Little Qin Qi, if anything happens, come find a teacher. We'll help you."

"Thank you, Teacher. Please go ahead and get back to work. I'll be fine here."

Qin Qi quickly thanked her and saw her off. Then he closed the door to Dorm Seven.

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky. I won't beat you up this time, but remember that I'm the boss of Dorm Seven."

"From today onward, you have to listen to me."

Wang Sheng snorted and spoke.

"Don't be in such a hurry. If I'm not mistaken, the rule in our dorm is that whoever has the biggest fists is the boss, right?"

"Let's have a fight. If I win, I'll be the boss. How about it?"

Qin Qi knew Dorm Seven's rules. The strongest person became the boss and received preferential treatment.

The work assigned to work-study students would be handled by their underlings.

That would free up their afternoons for cultivation or other matters.

However, if regular students bullied them, the boss also had to step forward and stand up for the work-study students.

"Then let's... wait, you won't run to a teacher after getting beaten, will you?"

Wang Sheng rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight Qin Qi, but after taking two steps, he suddenly realized something.

"This is between us. We'll settle it ourselves, without involving any teachers."

Qin Qi placed his newly issued clothes on an empty bed and rolled up his sleeves as well.

"Fine. You're actually pretty honorable."

"My name is Wang Sheng. I'm a fifth-year student."

Wang Sheng nodded. He felt that Qin Qi was not a bad person, so he introduced himself first.

"My name is Qin Qi. I'm a first-year student."

As Qin Qi spoke, he walked up to Wang Sheng. The two exchanged a glance—the signal to begin!

"Roar!"

Wang Sheng possessed a tiger Martial Soul, and he was fat as well. Among children, his combat ability could not be underestimated.

He gathered all his strength and lunged at Qin Qi.

As long as he could tackle Qin Qi to the ground, he would basically win.

This was his usual fighting method. It was simple, but it allowed him to make full use of his advantages.

"Bang!"

Qin Qi struck swiftly, landing a blow on Wang Sheng's stomach at incredible speed before immediately retreating.

This move was a thieving technique from the Thieving Heaven Inheritance. It was not a killing move, merely a minor trick.

Its speed made it difficult to see, while its angle was tricky and concealed.

Qin Qi had named it the Flying Dragon Cloud-Seeking Hand.

Although it was originally a minor thieving technique, it could also be used in battle.

"It hurts!"

"Again!"

Wang Sheng lunged at Qin Qi once more, but Qin Qi nimbly evaded him every time while counterattacking with a punch.

After five or six exchanges, Wang Sheng surrendered.

"I admit defeat. I'm convinced. You're the boss of Dorm Seven now!"

Wang Sheng slumped onto the floor. He conceded because Qin Qi's movements were simply too nimble.

He could not catch Qin Qi at all, and Qin Qi's attacks were too fast, their timing too unpredictable.

Before Qin Qi, he was nothing but a target.

"Then please take care of me from now on."

A smile appeared on Qin Qi's face. His combat techniques were still unpolished.

But victory still felt good.

"Let me tell you about the rules for being the boss of us work-study students."

Wang Sheng explained the rules of being the boss to Qin Qi. While he was talking, Tang San walked in.

"Tang San, you came at just the right time. The strongest person in this dorm becomes the boss."

"I'm already the boss now. Do you want to challenge me?"

Qin Qi looked at Tang San, walked up with a grin, and spoke.

"No. I'm not interested in being the boss."

Tang San replied.

As he spoke, a teacher came in from outside and handed Tang San the bedding that his master had given him.

"Master? Xiao San, you didn't become the master's disciple, did you?"

Wang Sheng heard the teacher talking to Tang San and asked in surprise.

"What's wrong with becoming his disciple?"

Tang San frowned. His father and Old Jack called him Xiao San, but that did not mean just anyone could call him that.

Xiao San, Xiao San—there was always something belittling about it.

"That master is a joke around here. He's fifty years old and still hasn't broken through rank thirty."

"He has no real ability at all. He only gets to freeload here because he knows the headmaster."

Wang Sheng had been at the academy for five years, so he understood the basics, especially everything about that clown of a master.