At those words, Jiang Yu nearly burst out laughing.
What age were they living in, and she was still threatening to tell the teacher?
Besides, given the way Shrek Academy's teachers behaved, what good would reporting him do?
At most, it would lead to the obligatory wager scene everyone had to sample upon entering the Douluo Continent.
Whether it had any deterrent effect was debatable, but it was certainly good for a laugh.
Jiang Yu looked up at the handsome, indignant youth beside Huo Yuhao and said mockingly:
"Who the hell are you? Huo Yuhao hasn't even said anything, so why did you jump out here barking?"
"My name's Wang Dong. I'm Huo Yuhao's roommate."
Wang Dong strode forward and pulled the still-frozen Huo Yuhao behind her.
"What are you barking about? You look respectable enough, but you're actually doing something as filthy as bullying the weak."
Before Jiang Yu or Ning Tian, whose expression had abruptly darkened, could respond, Huo Yuhao suddenly tugged hard on Wang Dong and said with difficulty:
"Wang Dong, don't say that. Brother Jiang... Jiang Yu is my friend."
"Your friend?" Wang Dong's beautiful eyes widened. Then she said incredulously, "What kind of friend treats you like this? Yuhao, are you out of your mind, or have they threatened you? If they threatened you, tell me. If nothing else, we still have Teacher Zhou to stand up for us, don't we?"
Facing Wang Dong's disbelief and concern, Huo Yuhao opened his mouth, utterly at a loss for how to explain.
After all, once they had escaped danger, he had told Wang Dong that their attackers had suddenly changed targets and abandoned them.
But what had really happened was despicable.
He could neither say it aloud nor explain it, but even less could he accept it with a clear conscience.
Seeing Huo Yuhao merely shake his head in silence, the already impatient Wang Dong grew even more agitated.
She abruptly raised her head, fixed her gaze on Jiang Yu and the two girls, and roared:
"You three must have done something to Yuhao! Why else would he be like this?"
"Don't you fucking spit blood and slander us."
A cold glint flashed in Wu Feng's blood-red eyes, and the savage aura of a Fire-attribute Soul Master surged outward. Her terrifying soul power startled all the junior students who had gathered to watch, and they hurriedly backed away, afraid of getting caught in the fight.
At the same time, everyone was astonished. This red-haired girl looked far too young, yet her cultivation was unexpectedly formidable.
Faced with Wu Feng's fury, Ning Tian made the rare choice of tacitly allowing it.
Although she did not know why Jiang Yu's attitude toward a One-Ring Soul Master whose potential he had previously thought promising had changed so drastically, the three of them were of one heart and one mind. Against outsiders, they would stand together unconditionally in everything. Besides, Jiang Yu never acted without reason.
To sum it up.
Jiang Yu was right.
Even if he wasn't, they would still stand by his side unconditionally.
"Spitting blood and slandering you? I think you're the ones doing that."
Feeling Wu Feng's terrifying aura, a flicker of surprise crossed Wang Dong's eyes, but she still thrust out her chest and faced her without fear.
"Well, well, you want a fight? Then I'll oblige. Watch me beat that neither-man-nor-woman face of yours into a panda's."
Wu Feng shoved her grilled fish into Ning Tian's hands, rolled up her sleeves, and wasted no more words. She went straight for Wang Dong's crotch with a low kick.
Wang Dong had never expected her opponent to open with such a dirty move. After freezing for an instant, she hurriedly covered her crotch with both hands and stepped backward, barely avoiding the powerful kick.
Hearing the explosive crack Wu Feng's shapely leg left in the air, Wang Dong's face filled with shock and lingering fear.
She had a feeling that if she had let that kick connect, she would have gone down on the spot.
Beyond that lingering fear, however, she felt even greater disbelief.
Wu Feng and her companions might not have looked like good people, but judging by their cultivation and bearing, they definitely came from great aristocratic families. What scion of a great family opened a fight with a kick to the crotch?
Weren't those filthy tricks something only street thugs liked to use...?
While she was still thinking, Wu Feng struck again.
This time, it was not just a crotch kick, but a feint at her eyes followed immediately by a crotch kick.
When Wang Dong reacted, she was both shocked and furious. Fortunately, as a fellow girl, she was nimble enough to narrowly evade both strikes.
Had an actual man been in her place, he would probably already have been on his knees.
Wang Dong's reaction speed and ability to respond were certainly good, but without using their martial souls, Wu Feng's soul power level was an entire major realm above hers. Wu Feng overwhelmed her in every aspect of physical ability, and however quickly Wang Dong reacted, gaps and mistakes were inevitable.
Sure enough, just as Wang Dong dodged backward and tried to counter with a whipping kick, Wu Feng sneered and seized her ankle. Activating Super Strength, she forcibly dragged Wang Dong back while she was airborne with nothing to push off against.
Then, under Wang Dong's suddenly widened eyes, Wu Feng drove a heavy punch straight into the spot three inches below her navel.
Jiang Yu had hammered that spot on Wu Feng plenty of times before, so she knew exactly how painful and miserable a heavy blow there could be.
As the saying went, a fall into the pit brought a gain in wit. After so many years of Jiang Yu's torment, Wu Feng had thoroughly mastered his somewhat questionable dirty tricks, and the pupil had even surpassed the master.
By now, she was practically a Grandmaster of the Underworld Sect. Not only had she mastered every unspeakable trick, but she also carried a full assortment of tools for underhanded attacks.
Sure enough, the moment the punch landed, agonizing cramps swept through Wang Dong.
After flying backward and falling to the ground, Wang Dong rapidly curled up like a shrimp. Acid surged in her stomach, and the overwhelming nausea without being able to vomit anything nearly made her vision go black and sent her straight into unconsciousness.
"Wang Dong!"
Huo Yuhao cried out and hurried forward, crouching to help Wang Dong up.
Wu Feng glanced at them, then stared at her own fist and muttered, "So soft."
Indeed, Wang Dong's abdomen had felt like a warm wad of cotton, nothing like the firm, muscular texture of an ordinary young man.
How did Wu Feng know that?
Simple. She and Ning Tian had often watched Jiang Yu work out shirtless.
Hearing Wu Feng's mutter, Ning Tian seemed to suddenly think of something. Her expression shifted slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
After a brief moment of puzzlement, Wu Feng thought no more of it. With a cold snort, she reached for Huo Yuhao.
She might not have been clever, but Huo Yuhao's earlier reaction had made her realize there had to be more to the story. She had never liked him in the first place, and now that Jiang Yu and Ning Tian had tacitly given their approval, she naturally had no reservations.
But just as her hand was about to touch Huo Yuhao, a sharp female shout suddenly rang out nearby:
"Stop!"
As the shout fell, a cold gleam shot straight toward Wu Feng's wrist.
Jiang Yu glanced over, moved, and securely caught the incoming gleam between two fingers.
It was a throwing knife barely an inch long.
The crowd parted, and two figures arrived before them within a few breaths.
It was Bei Bei and Tang Ya.
They had clearly rushed over after hearing the news; even the hair at their temples was slightly disheveled.
Seeing Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong collapsed on the ground, their expressions darkened. But when they noticed Jiang Yu and his companions, bewilderment appeared on their faces.
"Junior Brother Jiang, Junior Sister Ning, Junior Sister Wu, why is it you?"
At the sight of Bei Bei and Tang Ya, Wang Dong, who had barely managed to catch her breath, immediately said resentfully:
"Senior Brother Bei, Senior Sister Tang, they were bullying Yuhao for no reason. I wanted to stand up for him, but I wasn't their match."
At those words, Bei Bei and Tang Ya's expressions darkened again. They turned toward Jiang Yu and his companions and asked gravely:
"Is that true, you three?"
Meeting their gazes, Jiang Yu sneered. Then he abruptly tightened his two fingers. The sturdy throwing knife trembled violently before breaking into several pieces.
"For no reason?" Jiang Yu looked at Huo Yuhao, who had kept his head lowered the entire time, and said coldly:
"Huo Yuhao, you tell them. Was it really for no reason?"
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