The two walked out of the dorm room, one behind the other.
Wang Dong held her head high, looking as though victory was already hers.
"Hey, Mu En, you look much livelier now."
The moment Yang Lin came out, he saw a completely rejuvenated Mu En and spoke with a smile.
Judging by his appearance, he looked at least twenty years younger.
Mu En opened his eyes and spoke slowly.
"Ah, young Yang. What are you two up to?"
"Grandpa, someone's asking for a beating. I'm here to help him out."
Wang Dong answered first, then raised her eyebrows provocatively at the white-haired boy.
Yang Lin ignored her and instead sent Mu En a voice transmission.
"Mu En, don't tell me you haven't noticed this girl is disguised as a boy. Has the force behind her sent you word?"
Mu En merely kept smiling without answering.
Yang Lin clicked his tongue. The old fellow was always like this, falling silent whenever a question was difficult to answer.
"You're not allowed to use your martial soul or soul skills, and you have to keep both hands restrained. Understood?"
Standing twenty meters away from Yang Lin, Wang Dong called out loudly.
Yang Lin put his hands behind his back and said leisurely, "Come on, then. Let me see the most beautiful martial soul on the continent."
"Hmph!"
Wang Dong snorted, then circulated her soul power. The Light Goddess Butterfly immediately manifested around her.
A pair of enormous butterfly wings unfurled behind her.
The wings were broad and graceful, dazzlingly beautiful at first glance.
Looking at those beautiful wings, Yang Lin exclaimed:
"It certainly deserves its reputation as the most beautiful martial soul on the continent."
Then he sent another voice transmission to Wang Dong across from him.
"Look how pretty your martial soul is. If you were a guy, wouldn't that make you a femboy?"
Hearing that, Wang Dong clenched her fists, deciding to aim straight for his face in a moment.
The Light Goddess Butterfly's wings trembled slightly, and she shot toward Yang Lin at tremendous speed.
"First soul skill, Wing-Edge Guillotine!"
Wang Dong cried out, and the first soul ring beneath her feet lit up.
Several brilliant golden blades appeared along the edges of her wings and slashed toward the white-haired boy.
Watching the incoming slashes, Yang Lin dodged left and right, easily avoiding them all.
"Hmph! You fell for it!"
At some point, Wang Dong had flown behind him. She whipped a roundhouse kick toward Yang Lin's waist.
Her kick left faint afterimages in the air, making it clear she had used all her strength.
"How is this possible... why can't I kick you?"
Wang Dong's leg hung suspended in midair. No matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't move it forward an inch.
Yang Lin chuckled and sent her a mental voice transmission.
"You're going to be a good girl and wear women's clothes."
With that, he pivoted and landed a side kick in Wang Dong's stomach,
sending her flying backward.
Then he darted behind Wang Dong and delivered another front kick.
He immediately kept repeating the same sequence.
Wang Dong was kicked back and forth like a ball.
For the final blow, Yang Lin landed a roundhouse kick on her little bottom.
Pretty springy.
Yang Lin thought to himself.
If he didn't first beat a little tsundere like her into submission,
she would surely keep calling him small fry to his face in the future.
Looking at Wang Dong sprawled on the ground, Yang Lin walked over and asked, "Well? Had enough?"
"Had enough, my ass! Second soul skill, Butterfly God's Light!"
Wang Dong only appeared to be down. In truth, she had been waiting for the white-haired boy to approach so she could unleash her second soul skill.
Now she had finally found her chance.
"Oh? Still baring your fangs!"
Yang Lin wasn't about to keep fooling around with Wang Dong. Before she could release her soul skill,
he seized her slender ankle with astonishing speed.
He lifted her up, then...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Stop, stop, stop! I give up! I give up! This great lord gives up! Stop!"
Those three consecutive slams left Wang Dong utterly dazed. She felt as though she might even throw up last night's dinner.
She immediately conceded, no longer caring how embarrassing it would be to wear women's clothes afterward.
"You should've said so sooner. You even tried playing sweet to sucker-punch me."
Yang Lin released her slender ankle, and Wang Dong immediately collapsed to the ground.
"That makes me the winner. Remember our agreement. I don't want to see you still dressed like this when I get back."
"After all... Wang Dong'er... you wouldn't want..."
Yang Lin crouched down and spoke with a wicked grin, in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"Go away! Don't come near me!"
Only then did Wang Dong recover. Looking at the white-haired boy before her, she spoke through gritted teeth.
That bastard knew perfectly well she was a girl, yet he had still been so violent. He had practically shaken her apart.
He didn't know the first thing about cherishing a delicate flower.
Yang Lin pinched her dusty face once more, then headed toward the canteen.
With a look of disgust, Wang Dong rubbed the cheek he had just pinched with her clothes,
as though trying to scrub away the traces the white-haired boy had left behind.
But Yang Lin's hand had actually moved very slowly just now. A light swat would have been enough for her to avoid that wicked hand entirely.
"Hey! Did you already know this was going to happen? You've been setting me up all along, haven't you?"
Wang Dong stood and shouted at his tall, slender retreating figure.
With his back to her, Yang Lin waved a hand. "Guess."
"Hmph! Bring me back some food!"
"Sure."
After walking for about five or six minutes, Yang Lin reached the Shrek Canteen.
It was already nearing evening, so quite a few people had come.
A sign also stood outside the canteen, with several large words written on it.
Dine in only. No takeout allowed.
Yang Lin glanced at the canteen entrance. Sure enough, someone was standing guard there, watching the interior with hawklike eyes.
Dressed in a black school uniform, he was an upper-year student.
Yang Lin approached, patted the student's shoulder, and asked softly:
"Is takeout really not allowed?"
The upper-year boy clicked his tongue. "We said it's not allowed, so... uh, God Yang!"
Since he recognized Yang Lin by that nickname, he had clearly also watched the match that had shaken the entire Outer Academy.
The boy immediately changed his tune.
"God Yang, I think some sand just got in my eyes. I might need about ten minutes to recover."
Yang Lin nodded in satisfaction. Rules were dead, but people were alive.
Then Yang Lin slipped a dozen or so gold soul coins into his hand and strolled leisurely into the canteen.
"God Yang, you really know how to treat people."
With lightning speed, the upper-year boy put the gold soul coins into his Storage Ring.
Then he looked elsewhere as though nothing had happened.
Yang Lin entered the canteen. Without tables, chairs, or benches, the place seemed exceptionally spacious.
Students gathered in twos and threes, squatting on the floor to eat.
Others ate while sitting on little folding stools.
Yang Lin headed to the most expensive serving window at the far end and ordered two deluxe meals.
They cost around fifty gold soul coins.
The ingredients included meat from hundred-year soul beasts, so the price was outrageously high.
Of course, to Yang Lin, that money was barely a drop in the bucket.
His clones scattered across the continent earned so many gold soul coins selling intelligence every day that he could barely count them all.
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