A Little Handy with My Fists

"I'm here to study. In principle, I don't want to provoke anyone. But if you two insist on fighting, I'm happy to oblige."

Li Qingyue looked at Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi. There was not a trace of hesitation in his voice; he spoke plainly.

At their age, once someone challenged you, showing even a hint of fear or backing down would only embolden the bullies.

They would bully you harder than ever, so yielding again and again was useless.

And since the dorm assignments had already been made, the fact that these two had dared to come over and take someone else's spot made one thing obvious: they were confident in their strength.

If they had that much confidence, all Li Qingyue had to do was crush it cleanly.

Hearing his words and looking at the boy's androgynous face, Wang Jinxi raised an eyebrow.

His hand had already transformed into a bony claw, and a powerful aura surged within him.

Beside him, Zhang Yangzi looked coldly at Li Qingyue, a challenge in his eyes.

"Are you really so sure the two of you can take us?"

"We're both Two-Ring Soul Grandmasters. Even in Class One, we're among the stronger students."

"And if I remember right, the dorm roster says you're both from Class Five."

As Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi spoke, they watched Li Qingyue calmly, neither giving an inch.

If they hadn't already known he was from Class Five, the boy's bearing alone might have made them think twice.

But knowing he was from Class Five, they saw no reason for concern.

Class Five was thoroughly unremarkable. Most of its students came from small towns; they had no backing, and their abilities were generally weak.

They had nothing to fear from people like that.

Li Qingyue, however, had no patience left for talk.

Since the two refused to back down, he would waste no more words.

As he slowly raised his hand, dark-blue armor covered his left arm in an instant.

He had not fully summoned his Martial Soul, but the moment the armor covered his left arm, immense power gathered in his palm.

Then two yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.

Those were not what Li Qingyue's Soul Rings truly looked like. He had disguised them with his mental power.

After all, two dark-blue Soul Rings would have been far too shocking.

No one had ever seen a color corresponding to Soul Rings of that age. Revealing them could cause enormous trouble.

So when Li Qingyue was out in public, he usually kept his Soul Rings hidden.

When Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi saw the two yellow Soul Rings appear around Li Qingyue, then saw two Soul Rings appear around Xie Xie as well, they raised their eyebrows at the same time.

Clearly, they had not expected their opponents to be Two-Ring Soul Grandmasters too.

But before Wang Jinxi could speak, Li Qingyue stepped forward.

He was so fast that, in almost the blink of an eye, he appeared before Wang Jinxi as though he had teleported.

Then he calmly raised his hand.

The boy's left arm still hung loosely by his waist, while his right fist struck with devastating force.

The terrifying power swept outward, and his punch smashed straight through the wall.

Wang Jinxi flew backward, slammed into the wall behind him, punched through it, and tumbled out in a heap.

At the sight, Zhang Yangzi's face went white.

Wang Jinxi possessed a Beast Martial Soul, and his innate strength was fearsome.

Yet this boy had met that strength head-on and overwhelmed it. The sheer gulf between them left Zhang Yangzi stunned.

Before he could recover, the instant he turned to look at Wang Jinxi, the boy's fist was already in front of his nose.

This punch was every bit as vicious.

The blow sent Zhang Yangzi through the wall and straight into the room next door.

The people in that room stared in bewilderment.

Yun Xiao sat there trembling.

Beside him was a gloomy-looking boy, his teeth clenched, his lip split and a huge fistprint on his face.

On the other side, Tang Wulin held a patched quilt close, looking heartbroken.

Just then, the wall burst apart. A figure tumbled into the room, slammed into the opposite wall, and spat a mouthful of blood.

It did not end there.

A distinct human-shaped imprint appeared on the wall, and then another person came flying through.

Even Tang Wulin was left dazed by the sight.

He instinctively took two steps back, clutching the quilt tightly in both hands.

Under his gaze, a serene-faced boy walked slowly into the room.

The armor on the boy's left arm had vanished, but as they looked at that face of almost unearthly beauty, Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi could only stare in terror.

"Are you insane?"

"You hit us that hard! Were you trying to kill us?"

Zhang Yangzi's voice trembled.

As he spoke, he covered his nose, trying to stop the blood that kept streaming out.

Wang Jinxi, meanwhile, had been knocked unconscious by a single punch.

The boy who had just gotten to his feet looked equally terrified by the savage scene.

All he had done was step on a quilt, and the boy in front of him had knocked him out with one punch. That had been absurd enough.

Yet only seconds later, the wall had been smashed open and two more people had come tumbling in.

Together, the terrifying events somehow took on a touch of comedy.

Li Qingyue paid it no mind.

As he stepped forward and felt every gaze settle on him, he merely offered them a gentle smile.

"Let me introduce myself. Li Qingyue, first year, Class Five. I'm a Support Soul Master, and healing is what I do best."

Li Qingyue said it casually.

He raised his hand again, and a translucent branch Martial Soul appeared in it.

The branch slowly wound around his arm like a living thing, and two yellow Soul Rings appeared once more.

As his First Soul Ring lit up, a gentle glow spread among them and quickly enveloped the injured.

It reached the crooked, bleeding nose, the huge fistprint on a face, and the wounds that had already begun to swell red.

Even Wang Jinxi, who had lost consciousness, recovered from his injuries at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The healing was absurdly fast.

One moment, a punch had left someone injured; the next, that gentle radiance descended, and every injury was gone.

Feeling his injuries vanish, Zhang Yangzi rose to his feet without thinking.

He looked down at his completely healed body, then stared blankly at the boy before him.

"You said you're a healing Soul Master?"

"You—you call that healing!?"

"Of course I am. Healing is my specialty. But if you gentlemen won't cooperate, I do know a little about throwing punches."