Transported? A Double Kill Right from the Start!

Dragon Nation.

Imperial Capital.

Imperial Capital University.

"Li Yao, if you don't apologize to Lin Yun today, I'll never speak to you again!"

Li Yao's head buzzed, and his vision blurred.

"What the hell is going on?"

Li Yao looked down at his hands. They felt so real. This wasn't a dream.

"Didn't I get hit by a Dayun truck?"

"I'm still alive?"

He clearly remembered setting off from university to ride home, only to be struck by a Dayun truck on the highway.

The last thing he vaguely remembered was seeing his leg flying through the air...

So what was going on now?

"Why are you spacing out? I told you to apologize to Lin Yun!"

At the sound of her voice, Li Yao came to his senses and noticed a girl standing in front of him.

Behind her stood a frail-looking boy with an aggrieved expression.

The girl was pretty, but that attitude of hers made it seem as though someone owed her eight million.

"You dare ignore me?"

Smack!

Before Li Yao could react, a solid slap landed across his face.

The surrounding students sucked in sharp breaths when they saw it.

"Li Yao is the grandson of the only living Martial Saint! How is Yang Xiaoran so bold?"

"You're new here, aren't you? Everyone at this school knows Li Yao follows Yang Xiaoran around like a lovesick puppy."

"Exactly. He's been chasing her for three years. He buys her anything she wants, and when she hits him, all he does is worry whether her hand hurts."

"Holy crap, Li Yao's completely lost his mind, hasn't he?"

While the crowd talked, Li Yao touched his cheek and stared in disbelief.

"Come on! You don't hit someone in the face!"

"I only just got here, and my memories are still a mess. I'm already getting slapped?"

The more Li Yao thought about it, the less sense it made.

"Does this woman have some terrifying background? Or is she incredibly strong?"

Not daring to delay, Li Yao clasped his hands together, ready to apologize.

But just then, a flood of memories surged into his mind.

The original Li Yao's memories flashed past like scenes from a film.

Grandson of Li Fuhai, a Martial Saint.

Son of Li Zhiyun, a Martial Emperor.

The Li Family was a Great Family that protected the nation.

And Li Yao was the sole son of the family's direct line in his generation.

A hundred years ago, the Spiritual Energy Revival had unleashed hordes of monsters. Humanity lost ground at every turn until Li Fuhai appeared and single-handedly turned the tide.

He had saved Dragon Nation from the brink of collapse, giving humanity a chance to breathe.

Yet for the past three years, the original Li Yao had been a lovesick fool, chasing Yang Xiaoran all over campus.

He bought whatever she wanted, knelt to coax her whenever she was angry, and never dared talk back when she scolded him.

And Yang Xiaoran? She was the daughter of an ordinary family. By exploiting Li Yao's feelings, she had wrung so much out of him that her family was almost a Great Family!

The most absurd part was that Yang Xiaoran had always carried a torch for Lin Yun.

The original Li Yao had exchanged a few sharp words with Lin Yun, and Yang Xiaoran had demanded an apology.

After absorbing the memories, Li Yao was stunned.

"Damn, I'm that well-connected?"

"The grandson of a Martial Saint and the son of a Martial Emperor? I can do whatever I want in the Imperial Capital!"

"No, not just the Imperial Capital. The whole world!"

"Then why am I putting up with this crap?"

"Are you going to apologize or not?"

Yang Xiaoran raised her hand again.

But Li Yao straightened up and grinned. "Apologize for what?"

Yang Xiaoran froze. "What did you say?"

"I said," Li Yao replied, looking at her, "why should I apologize to Lin Yun?"

"You bumped into Lin Yun, and you have the nerve to ask why?"

Yang Xiaoran's face reddened with anger.

Li Yao laughed. "I bumped into him? He was playing on his phone instead of watching where he was going. He walked into me."

"Nonsense! Lin Yun would never play on his phone!"

"Then he must've been watching porn. Why else wasn't he looking where he was going?"

"You!"

Furious, Yang Xiaoran raised her hand to strike him again.

Li Yao caught her wrist. "With a background like mine, you still dare lay a hand on me? Asking for a beating?"

It had taken Li Yao exactly zero seconds to embrace his new circumstances.

Smack!

Disbelief spread across Yang Xiaoran's face.

"You... You actually hit me?"

Her voice shot up several pitches. "You actually hit me!"

Li Yao shook out his stinging hand.

"You crazy woman. Do you have any idea who I am compared to you? And you dare yell at me?"

When Li Yao raised his hand again, Yang Xiaoran shrank back in fear.

"That's enough, Li Yao!"

Lin Yun stepped out from behind Yang Xiaoran.

"As the grandson of the Martial Saint, how can you be so petty? Xiaoran only slapped you once. Shouldn't you, as a man, let it go?"

Hearing Lin Yun try to guilt him, Li Yao had only one thought—I can't. I seriously can't.

"Hahahahaha..."

When Li Yao burst out laughing without a care, Lin Yun's face darkened.

"What's so funny? Am I wrong?"

Lin Yun advanced on him, glaring as though he wanted to devour him.

"Hang on... Hang on..."

"Cough, cough. Oh man, I laughed so hard I got a stitch."

Finally getting his laughter under control, Li Yao straightened up.

"And who the hell are you? Who forgot to zip their pants and let you out?"

"Trying to guilt-trip me? Too bad. I have no conscience."

"And haven't you heard of equality? She can hit me, but I can't hit her? Are you discriminating against men?"

"But since you stepped forward," Li Yao said, drawing back his arm,

"you can take this slap for her!"

The moment he finished speaking, a sharp smack rang out, and Lin Yun went flying!

Thud, thud, thud. Lin Yun rolled across the ground and passed out.

"Whoa, that was powerful!"

Even Li Yao was stunned.

Was the strength of a third-rank Martial Master a joke?

That second-rank weakling Lin Yun would have been lucky to dodge the slap, let alone take it full in the face.

"Lin Yun!"

Clutching her cheek, Yang Xiaoran hurried over to check Lin Yun's injuries.

When she saw that he had passed out, she turned and stared straight at Li Yao.

Her eyes burned with hatred.

"Li Yao! Who gave you the nerve? How dare you hit Lin Yun!"

"Believe it or not, I'll never let you pursue me again!"

After saying that, Yang Xiaoran could already picture Li Yao crawling over on his knees to beg her forgiveness. Then she would squeeze him for all he was worth.

That was how Li Yao had always been. He had never once gone against her wishes.

But this time, she was destined for disappointment.

After she spoke, Li Yao remained where he was and looked at her as though she were an idiot.

"What's wrong with your head? You have no background, no strength, and no talent."

As Li Yao spoke, he lunged toward Yang Xiaoran.

"So who gave you the nerve to speak to me like that?"

Smack!

Double kill!