This Was No Six-Year-Old Child-He Was a Ferocious Beast in Human Form!!!

Bang!

A deafening crash rang out.

Someone kicked the dormitory door open from outside.

A dozen or so tall second-year students, all around ten to twelve years old, stormed in.

Even in the faint light from the corridor, it was clear who led them.

It was Huyan Ye.

At the sight, Huo Yuhao, who was sitting on his bed, gave them a cold glance.

Then he looked away and paid them no more attention.

More than a dozen of them, all eleven or twelve. Boss is finished this time.

Without his Martial Soul, even with his physical strength, Boss could handle one or two at most.

But this time, more than a dozen had come.

Huo Yuhao sneered inwardly.

He kept circulating the Mysterious Heaven Skill, with no intention of getting involved.

As soon as Huyan Ye and the others entered,

their eyes went straight to Qian Renchuan's bed by the window. A cold smile spread across Huyan Ye's lips.

"Still sleeping so soundly when you're about to get what's coming to you!"

He turned to a burly student beside him and said in a low voice,

"Wang Meng, go!"

"Drag our young master out of bed and wake him up!"

The student named Wang Meng gave a vicious grin.

"Got it."

With that, he strode toward Qian Renchuan's bed.

He yanked back the covers and reached straight for Qian Renchuan's collar.

"Time to wake up and take a beating, young master!"

But just as Wang Meng's fingers were about to touch his collar,

Qian Renchuan, who had seemed fast asleep,

snapped his eyes open.

There was no trace of sleepiness in them, only cold impatience.

Whoosh!

The next instant,

Qian Renchuan's right hand shot out like lightning and clamped precisely around Wang Meng's wrist.

Then he twisted it sharply.

Crack!

"Aah!"

Wang Meng's face contorted, and he screamed.

Caught off guard, he instantly lost his balance.

Qian Renchuan pulled him in and pinned him facedown against the bed with a heavy thud.

Then

he raised his left leg and brought it down hard.

Wang Meng's head and cheek slammed into the bed, leaving him gasping in pain.

It all happened too fast, in the blink of an eye.

Huyan Ye and the others froze, eyes wide with disbelief.

"What are you standing around for?"

Huyan Ye was the first to recover. He roared,

"Academy rules forbid using Martial Souls in private fights! Get him together! Teach him a lesson with your fists!"

"He's only six! There are more than a dozen of us. Are you saying we can't beat one kid?"

The other students exchanged glances, then rushed Qian Renchuan with fists swinging.

But faced with an attack from all sides,

Qian Renchuan gave a cold snort.

He did not even climb out of bed. He kicked off the bed frame, sprang into the air like a cat, and landed among them.

The fight

erupted in an instant!

No Martial Souls allowed?

Heh. Did these fools really think that restricted him?

They had no idea it restricted them. If anything, it made Qian Renchuan's physical strength all the more obvious—and overwhelming.

No dazzling Soul Rings flashed.

No deafening Soul Skills collided.

There was only a contest of raw physical strength and speed.

Qian Renchuan spread his mental power, which exceeded two hundred, across the room. With his heightened perception, the movements of these teenage students looked as slow as snails.

He could see the angle of every punch and the path of every kick.

Thud!

Qian Renchuan shifted slightly to the side.

He easily dodged a punch coming straight at him.

At the same time, he turned his right hand into a blade and struck the attacker precisely on the neck.

"Aah!"

The student screamed, his eyes rolled back, and he crumpled to the floor.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Qian Renchuan weaved through the cramped dormitory, every movement smooth and efficient.

His physical strength, far beyond that of anyone his age, was on full display.

Every punch and kick brought a dull impact and the sharp crack of a joint being knocked out of place.

"Ow!"

"My arm!"

"How is this kid so strong?"

Screams rose one after another throughout the dormitory.

The second-year prodigies who had stormed in so menacingly now looked like little children beside Qian Renchuan.

He showed no mercy, flooring them one punch at a time.

One after another, he sent them flying.

Some slammed into the walls, others into the cabinets. The dormitory descended into chaos.

Huyan Ye, still among the crowd, was stunned.

"Holy shit!"

"Impossible!"

"That's impossible!"

"He hasn't even used his Martial Soul! How can he be so strong and fast?"

Even Huo Yuhao, who had been cultivating with his eyes closed, could no longer remain calm.

He snapped his eyes open and stared at Qian Renchuan darting through the crowd, his mind in turmoil.

He's so fast!

His physical strength is terrifying!

He's even stronger today than he was yesterday, when he sent Li Yan and the others flying!

Huo Yuhao drew a sharp breath, shaken to his core.

Is this what makes a top-tier Body Martial Soul like the Skin Martial Soul so terrifying?

Even without cultivating Soul Power, can his body grow strong enough on its own to reach such an unbelievable level?

While Huo Yuhao was still reeling, the fight was already nearing its end.

Qian Renchuan lashed out with a sweeping kick.

It sent the last student who charged him flying.

Only then did he turn his gaze to Huyan Ye, who stood at the very back.

Under Qian Renchuan's stare, Huyan Ye shuddered and backed away.

"Wh-what are you going to do?"

"I'm the class monitor! If you dare hit me—"

Before he could finish, Qian Renchuan closed the distance in a single stride.

Thud!

First, he kicked Huyan Ye in the stomach.

Huyan Ye cried out, doubled over like a shrimp, and fell hard to the floor.

Qian Renchuan stepped forward, straddled him, and unleashed a furious barrage of punches.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

"You came looking for trouble in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

"You really thought I was easy to bully?"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

"And you brought all these people? Being class monitor must have gone to your head!"

Thud! Thud! Thud...

Thudthudthudthudthudthud!

"Aaaaaaaaaah!"

Every punch brought another scream from Huyan Ye, loud enough to sound like a pig being slaughtered.

Before long, his once-handsome face had swollen like a pig's head. Blood streamed from his nose, and he looked utterly miserable.

The other students lay on the floor around them.

Watching Qian Renchuan's ferocity, they trembled in fear and hardly dared to breathe.

He was terrifying!

How could this be a six-year-old child?

He was a Ferocious Beast in human form!