I Don't Know How to Fight

Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy was not as large as it appeared from the outside. With Master leading the way, Cheng Xiao quickly arrived at the Academic Affairs Office. With the Martial Soul certificate issued by Spirit Hall, he completed his registration without trouble and became a first-year student at Nuoding Academy.

"Xiao San, I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first. I'll come find you when I have time," Master said flatly as he looked at Tang San, who had finished registering.

"Alright, Teacher." Tang San nodded.

Master patted Tang San on the head. As he turned to leave, he gave Cheng Xiao a long, deep look.

During the student registration just now, he had also seen Cheng Xiao's Martial Soul certificate. Beast Martial Soul, Shadow Soldier, Innate Full Soul Power!

In his eyes, the boy was unquestionably a peerless genius. With the guidance of his theoretical knowledge, his future achievements would at the very least reach the rank of Titled Douluo!

Unfortunately, the child had no interest in Martial Soul theory. As a generation's Martial Soul Theory Master, if he rushed to take him as a disciple, would that not make him a laughingstock?

Still, Master was in no hurry. Once they began cultivating their Martial Souls, the gap between Tang San and Cheng Xiao would only grow wider. By then, he refused to believe Cheng Xiao would not take him as his master.

After Master left, Director Su, who had registered Tang San and Cheng Xiao, was also somewhat surprised, but he said nothing. After handing the two children two sets of brand-new School Uniforms, he returned to his work.

"Thank you." Cheng Xiao accepted the School Uniforms and politely thanked Director Su before leaving the Academic Affairs Office with Tang San.

After leaving the Academic Affairs Office, Tang San and Cheng Xiao carried their School Uniforms and, following the directions given by the teacher there, quickly found their Dormitory.

Since they were Work-study students, they had naturally been assigned to the Work-study student Dormitory, Dormitory Seven.

Before they even entered, Cheng Xiao and Tang San heard the noisy commotion inside. When they pushed open the door, they saw seven or eight children roughhousing. It seemed no one had noticed the two of them entering.

"Hey, are you new Work-study students?"

Just then, one of the older children walked toward them.

"We are. Is there a problem?" Cheng Xiao narrowed his eyes as he watched the boy stride over.

On their first day of school, was he planning to give them a show of force?

Tang San stood to the side without speaking, merely watching the boy who was two heads taller than him.

"Since you've come to Dormitory Seven, you have to follow Dormitory Seven's rules!" The tall boy looked down at them and said, "My name is Wang Sheng. My Martial Soul is the War Tiger, and I'll become a War Soul Master in the future. I'm also the boss of Dormitory Seven. What are your names? What are your Martial Souls?"

Tang San and Cheng Xiao exchanged a glance, then gave their names and Martial Souls.

"Blue Silver Grass? Shadow? What kind of trash Martial Souls are those?" Wang Sheng burst into exaggerated laughter, clutching his stomach.

With Wang Sheng taking the lead, the other children in the Dormitory also burst out laughing, looking at the two as though they were idiots.

Shadow and Blue Silver Grass—those Martial Souls sounded like complete trash. How could they possibly sound as imposing as their Dormitory boss Wang Sheng's War Tiger?

"Alright, stop laughing." Wang Sheng waved a hand and looked at Cheng Xiao and Tang San. "Now that you're in Dormitory Seven, the two of you will listen to me from now on. Understand?"

As he spoke, Wang Sheng reached out and shoved Tang San, who looked easier to bully.

As for Cheng Xiao beside Tang San, Wang Sheng chose to ignore him. Sometimes, if you wanted to bully someone, you had to pick the ones who looked easy to bully. Tang San was exactly that sort of person.

"Looks like we have no choice but to fight." Tang San set down the Luggage and School Uniforms in his arms.

The next second, Tang San flashed behind Wang Sheng like lightning. His right arm bent slightly as his elbow slammed into Wang Sheng's waist, while his right foot kicked his shin, knocking him straight to the ground.

"You dare sneak attack me!" Wang Sheng climbed to his feet in fury. A faint yellow glow rose from his body, and he charged at Tang San with astonishing speed. He had activated his Martial Soul.

Watching Wang Sheng activate his Martial Soul, Cheng Xiao shook his head. He was still just a child—hot-tempered and easily provoked.

Still, he and Tang San had arrived together. Although Tang San could easily defeat Wang Sheng, it would be hard to justify it if he did nothing now.

So Cheng Xiao joined the fight, standing with Tang San against Dormitory Seven's boss Wang Sheng and his lackeys.

Ever since receiving the Shadow Monarch's Shadow Power, combined with three months of continuous training, Cheng Xiao's physical condition had improved tremendously. Facing Dormitory mates who were not even one-ring Soul Masters was more than easy enough.

Seeing several children surrounding him, Cheng Xiao clenched his five fingers into a fist. The instant he raised his leg, he had already rushed toward one of them.

That child saw Cheng Xiao charging over and hurriedly clenched his fist, swinging it at him.

Cheng Xiao tilted his head to the left. After driving his clenched fist into the other boy's stomach, he quickly pulled it back, then turned and rushed at the other Dormitory mates who had yet to react.

"Ah! Don't hit my face! Anywhere but my face!"

"Boss, save me... ah!"

As several miserable cries rang out, Tang San, who had just finished dealing with Wang Sheng, turned to look. Three or four children lay on the ground, clutching their injured body parts and groaning endlessly. The others who had not joined in stood respectfully to one side, not daring to make a sound.

Cheng Xiao, the culprit behind it all, had already found himself a Bed with his School Uniforms and Luggage, as though the groaning children on the floor had nothing to do with him.

"I... damn!" Wang Sheng's eyes widened as he looked at his beaten-down lackeys, his voice even trembling. "Cheng... Cheng Xiao is the real savage!"

"Wang Sheng! Come help me make my Bed."

"Yes!" Wang Sheng sprang up from the ground, then walked over to Cheng Xiao's Bed with a flattering smile and reached out to help him arrange it.

Seeing this, Tang San shook his head, chose an unoccupied Bed as well, and began tidying it up.

"Tang San, was that a Soul Skill you used just now?" Having been beaten up, Wang Sheng and the others had lost their earlier arrogance. They approached the two in a much friendlier manner. After that fight, they had realized neither of them was someone to provoke.

Very soon, Wang Sheng explained the rules regarding the Work-study student boss and strongly recommended Cheng Xiao for the position. After all, what had just happened was still vivid in his mind.

"You should give the position of Work-study student boss to Tang San." Cheng Xiao had no interest in Wang Sheng's flattery. He decisively rejected the suggestion and recommended Tang San as the Dormitory boss instead.

"Uh, alright then." Seeing Cheng Xiao refuse, Wang Sheng could not help sighing. Then his gaze shifted to Tang San.

Tang San had just raised his hand to refuse when he saw Wang Sheng and the others looking at him with hopeful expressions. From their faces, Tang San felt a sense of responsibility—the responsibility to protect the weak. That feeling was usually called a sense of justice.

As a disciple of the Tang Sect, how could he lack a sense of justice? Since he could not refuse, Tang San prepared to agree. But at that moment, a clear voice came from outside.

"Excuse me, is this Dormitory Seven?"

Everyone looked toward the voice and saw a girl standing in the doorway. Her cheeks were pink and tender, her scorpion braid fell past her hips, and her large, watery eyes brimmed with curiosity as she peered into the Dormitory.

The boys had never seen such a sight before. Every one of them stood dumbfounded, forgetting even how to speak.

Cheng Xiao also saw the girl standing in the doorway, but he paid her no mind. Xiao Wu was only six years old now—no matter how pretty she was, how pretty could she really be?