It all happened far too quickly.
So quickly that the indignation on Ning Tian and the others' faces had yet to fully form, that Xie Huanyue, who had innocently caught a stray while eating and enjoying the show, had yet to put down his bowl and chopsticks, that the arrogance in Dai Huabin's eyes had yet to fade-yet Zhu Lu had already been slapped through the air and lay motionless on the floor like a dead dog.
Clatter-
Coming back to his senses, Xie Huanyue's pudgy hand trembled, and his bowl and chopsticks dropped straight onto the table.
Wu Feng and Nanmen Yun'er, who had likewise recovered, cheered in unison before giving Jiang Yu a thumbs-up.
What a satisfying slap!
After that slap, they instantly felt as refreshed as someone who, after more than ten days of constipation, finally enjoyed a release as silky-smooth as Dove chocolate.
Calling it healing for the soul would be no exaggeration.
In contrast to the relief Wu Feng and the others felt, Dai Huabin and the Nine-Tailed Fox Soul Master Cui Yajie wore different expressions, but their faces had one thing in common: both looked exceedingly ugly.
Once he recovered, Dai Huabin glanced at Zhu Lu, who lay on the floor with her fate unknown, then signaled Cui Yajie with his eyes.
Cui Yajie understood at once and hurried over to check on Zhu Lu.
Dai Huabin took a deep breath, then fixed his gaze on Jiang Yu.
He was arrogant, but he was still capable of rational thought. In that instant just now, never mind reacting-he hadn't even seen Jiang Yu's movements clearly.
That proved his opponent was either exceptionally powerful or specialized in speed. Either way, Jiang Yu had unquestionably earned his attention.
This man would be a formidable rival.
Dai Huabin narrowed his eyes, then said coldly:
"You hit one of my people."
Jiang Yu froze at those words.
Was there something wrong with this kid's head? What was that supposed to mean?
"So I hit her. What's wrong with hitting a stray dog that won't stop barking?"
"And you-stop looking at me with that pathetic attempt at a badass stare, or I'll beat you into a dead dog too, then use my Martial Soul to carve the character for 'fierce' on your face, rotated ninety degrees to the right."
Jiang Yu now had a clear understanding of Dai Huabin.
Frankly, he was a reasonably talented fellow who had been pampered since childhood and had the mental fortitude of a spicy gluten strip.
Add Zhu Lu, a terminally lovesick fool who worshipped Dai Huabin as an omnipotent god, and Jiang Yu couldn't even be bothered to regard them as opponents anymore.
Those two were nothing but clowns capering on a stage.
"You..." Dai Huabin faltered, but once he registered the meaning of Jiang Yu's words, he flew into a rage.
"How dare you speak to me like that! Do you know who I am?"
At that, Jiang Yu raised his hand and splashed a glass of juice at Dai Huabin.
This time, Dai Huabin was prepared. Although he wasn't drenched like a chicken caught in the rain, some juice still splattered onto his previously spotless robes.
Such humiliation nearly drove Dai Huabin into an uncontrollable rampage on the spot, but Jiang Yu's next words restored a sliver of his reason.
"If you ask me, the White Tiger Duke's Mansion and the Zhu Family are, at the very least, great families with ten thousand years of heritage. Can't you even afford etiquette teachers? Why are all the clansmen you raise such misshapen melons and cracked dates? Out in public, you use your brains as your asses and your asses as your heads."
He knew my background and still dared to act so brazenly-even insulting the White Tiger Duke's Mansion and the Zhu Family?
Dai Huabin furrowed his brows, then said in a low voice:
"You've got some nerve, insulting the White Tiger Duke's Mansion and the Zhu Family. Name the power backing you."
Jiang Yu glanced behind him, then spoke with a half-smile:
"Looking for revenge? Then our Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect welcomes you. But let me warn you first: the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect never starts trouble, but if another power provokes us, we'll stake everything to drag them into a fight that ends only when one side is dead."
"You're from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
Dai Huabin's pupils abruptly contracted.
If Jiang Yu and the others truly came from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, they were indeed not people he could provoke at will.
Ever since the last generation of the White Tiger imperial family had chosen to abdicate several thousand years ago, the White Tiger family had been in decline. Today, its strongest member was Dai Huabin's father, Dai Hao, yet even his father was only a Soul Douluo.
Although the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was also declining, it still retained vast reserves and numerous powerful Soul Masters, far exceeding the scale of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.
Leaving everything else aside, if the White Tiger Duke's Mansion didn't have the Star Luo Empire behind it, then based on their family's power alone, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could easily wipe out the entire White Tiger family overnight-and still have time to split every earthworm in their ancestral grounds lengthwise.
Jiang Yu couldn't be bothered with this dim-witted fellow and merely said casually:
"Believe it or not, that's up to you. But you'd better take that dead dog and get lost right now. Otherwise, once I change my mind, I can't guarantee you'll leave this dining hall with your bodies intact."
After a pause, Jiang Yu suddenly raised his eyes and smiled eerily.
"Tell me, if a direct descendant of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion became a eunuch, just how badly would that damage its reputation..."
"You..." Dai Huabin choked.
Though fury had already surged to the heavens in his heart, Dai Huabin couldn't utter a single word as he stared into Jiang Yu's black eyes, devoid of any emotion. Nor did he dare gamble on whether Jiang Yu's words were merely a threat or something he truly intended to do.
"You'll regret what you've done today."
After sweeping his gaze across everyone's faces, Dai Huabin snorted coldly and strode straight out of the dining hall, leaving Cui Yajie on the verge of tears as she huffed and puffed after him, dragging Zhu Lu, whose cheek had swollen like a pig's head.
Once the three had left, Ning Tian chuckled softly, then said:
"I thought Wu Feng was already arrogant enough normally, but to think someone could be so mindlessly arrogant. That really opened my eyes."
"Sister Tian, have you considered that they might not be arrogant, just plain stupid?" Nanmen Yun'er pursed her lips toward the direction the three had gone.
"Who cares whether they're arrogant or stupid? They're the team from Freshman Class Five, right? Those two had better not run into us in the semifinals. Otherwise, even if I get another disciplinary mark, I'll make them regret it for the rest of their lives."
Wu Feng waved her little fist, then turned her gaze to Jiang Yu.
"And you too, Jiang Yu. If you run into them in the semifinals, beat them mercilessly for me. The worse, the better. Ideally, kill them outright, but if you can't, at least cripple them like you said."
Jiang Yu glanced at Wu Feng, then said leisurely:
"The referee for the semifinals will be replaced by a Soul Sage-level teacher. Doing what you want will be very difficult."
"I get it. It'll cost extra, right?"
Wu Feng patted her chest, then lowered her voice and spoke with the expression of someone throwing caution to the wind:
"If you can kill them outright or cripple them so their lives become worse than death, I'll put on a maid outfit and be your maid for five days. Well? Tempted, aren't you?"
Wu Feng in a maid outfit?
Jiang Yu's interest stirred, and his gaze discreetly swept over Wu Feng's long legs, slender waist, and the abundant, ripe fruit borne upon that delicate frame.
If that figure slipped into a slightly tight maid outfit, wouldn't it be downright explosive?
Jiang Yu considered it for only an instant before decisively agreeing.
But don't misunderstand. He simply couldn't stand Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu. He had absolutely no interest in Wu Feng's maid outfit...
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