Three Thousand Malice Points That Came Out of Nowhere!

The two walked side by side and soon arrived in front of the training building.

When Fang Ming heard Ye Li say that Shen Lian was the one coming to meet him, his expression became rather colorful.

He had not expected that the girl who usually treated his friend like a lapdog would actually be kind enough to come help.

It was a good thing, but why did it feel so wrong...

Fang Ming clicked his tongue softly. He had wanted to warn Ye Li that something might be fishy, but when he thought of how deeply his friend loved Shen Lian, he could never bring himself to say it.

From past experience, whenever he said anything "bad" about Shen Lian, Ye Li would sternly rebuke him, and they would part on bad terms.

Fang Ming had always found that deeply helpless, yet there was nothing he could do about it.

After much deliberation, he could only force out one sentence:

"Brother Ye, if Shen Lian asks you to test the power of her new martial skill again like before, don't agree to it."

He spoke quickly, as though afraid Ye Li would interrupt him. "It's not that she can't test it, but she has no sense of restraint. Last time, she cracked several of your bones."

"The Provincial Martial Exam is so close. We Martial Science Students can't afford for anything to go wrong with our bodies..."

Fang Ming spoke with such earnest concern that he was only short of directly saying, "Don't be a punching bag."

After all, in his impression, Shen Lian often used "testing a new martial skill" as an excuse to practice on Ye Li, beating him black and blue every time.

As his friend, Fang Ming truly could not bear to watch.

And honestly, having someone at First-Tier Level Seven test new martial skills on someone at First-Tier Level Three—wasn't that just finding a living punching bag?

It was utterly shameful!

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

Under Fang Ming's helpless gaze, Ye Li gave a faint laugh and entered the training building first.

In his memories, there were less than two months left before the Provincial Martial Exam.

To enter a top academy he desired within such a short time, his Martial Arts Level had to reach the Second-Tier realm for it to be considered secure.

His most urgent task now was to obtain Malice Points as quickly as possible.

Yet the system had not given him any hints for the time being, so he could only explore it himself...

At this stage, beating people up to gain Malice Points was still fairly simple...

Thoughts raced through Ye Li's mind as Fang Ming followed behind him.

The two quickly crossed the first-floor lobby and reached the stairs leading to the second floor.

Just then, Ye Li saw a familiar figure—Shen Lian.

She wore a sky-blue training uniform. Her eyes were full of grievance, her silver teeth clenched tight, and she looked thoroughly indignant.

The moment she saw Ye Li, Shen Lian broke the silence first.

"Ye Li."

She squeezed out a resentful voice through gritted teeth. "You finally came!"

"Lead the way." Ye Li lifted his chin slightly.

"Lead your ass!"

Shen Lian stomped her foot and pointed at Ye Li's nose as she shouted:

"Ye Li! I still haven't settled the score with you over what you said to insult me yesterday!"

"..."

Fang Ming froze. Clearly, he had not expected this situation at all—the other party had started cursing the moment she arrived.

But he quickly revealed an enlightened expression.

This damned woman must have thought Ye Li was insulting her just because his voice had been a little louder.

That was what Fang Ming thought.

After seeing Ye Li's calm expression, he became even more convinced of his judgment.

He immediately stepped forward and said in a deep voice:

"Shen Lian, Brother Ye came here to familiarize himself with the place. If you aren't willing to help, then..."

"Familiarize himself with the place? Familiarize himself with my ass!" Shen Lian stomped her feet in fury and directly cut Fang Ming off.

She looked at Ye Li with hatred in her eyes and shrieked:

"So what if you used underhanded means to beat my boyfriend? You even want to steal my boyfriend's substitute spot! You despicable thief!!"

Vicious words kept spewing from Shen Lian's mouth, as though she wanted to attack Ye Li with the most disgusting language in the world.

There was a reason for her recklessness.

Her First-Tier Level Seven Martial Arts Level, coupled with a C-rank Martial Arts Talent, made her one of the stronger fighters on the School Team.

Even if Ye Li had defeated Wang Ren, he was, at most, as strong as First-Tier Level Five. He would struggle against a First-Tier Level Six opponent, much less herself at First-Tier Level Seven!

Shen Lian desperately wanted Ye Li to be angered into losing his reason and attacking her, so she would have ample justification to beat him until he could not get out of bed.

Ideally, he would not even be able to take the Martial Exam!

However, considering Ye Li's honest and timid nature, Shen Lian did not believe he would dare lay a hand on her.

So, she planned to strike first.

Although Ye Li's parents had treated her well when they were alive, Shen Lian did not care about any of that now.

Right now, she only wanted to beat Ye Li viciously to vent the hatred in her heart!

To that end, she had deliberately sent the other School Team members away.

At this very moment, there were only three people in the entire training building.

Even if the other party let out miserable screams later, no one would hear them!

He dared block my contact information, dared insult me, dared hit my boyfriend, dared steal my boyfriend's spot...

Ye Li, you truly deserve to die!

Thinking of this, Shen Lian's fury swelled even further. She sneered:

"Ye Li, do you really think you're worthy of joining the School Team? You should have died with your parents!"

"What did you say?!"

Fang Ming was so enraged that his face turned red. He clenched both fists and immediately circulated the true qi within his body.

With his First-Tier Level Four Peak strength, even if he could not beat her, he would not lose too badly!

Probably.

At that moment, a long, slender hand with distinct knuckles reached out and gently pressed onto his shoulder.

Fang Ming turned to look at Ye Li's calm face, wanting to tell him just how hateful the person before them was.

Brother Ye, no matter how much you like Shen Lian, you should wake up under these circumstances, right?!

Under his gaze.

Ye Li calmly shook his head.

"..."

Fang Ming helplessly unclenched his fists.

He knew that, given Ye Li's personality, he would most likely choose to swallow the humiliation again.

"Brother Ye, there are as many girls in the world as stars. There's no need to..." Fang Ming had just begun to offer some advice when he suddenly stopped.

Because Ye Li had already vanished from where he stood.

In an instant, he appeared before the stunned Shen Lian.

In the blink of an eye.

The youth spread his arms. Under Shen Lian's horrified gaze, his fist smashed forward like a meteor shattering the earth, slamming heavily into her soft abdomen!

Bang!

Amid a dull thud, Shen Lian's body was sent flying backward.

Her feet left the ground as the immense force carried her over the staircase. She slammed heavily onto the second-floor steps, vomiting blood violently!

[Detected that you severely injured your Childhood Sweetheart of ten years with one punch. Malice Points +2000!]

Fang Ming turned his head in disbelief, and then his body jolted.

Ye Li adjusted his cuffs and climbed the steps, walking toward Shen Lian, whose mouth and nose were bleeding. He approached her one step at a time, his posture composed and expression calm as he said:

"Help when you're told to help. Why all the nonsense?"

[Detected that Shen Lian's Fear Value has reached the maximum. Malice Points +1000!]

[Current Malice Points: 3700]

"Uwaaaah—!"

A terrified cry escaped Shen Lian's mouth. She stared at Ye Li with eyes full of fear, as if she had seen some fiendish demon. Ignoring the pain in her body, she scrambled backward frantically on all fours.

Ye Li cast her a cold glance.

Shen Lian immediately shut her mouth, but the searing pain constantly surging from her abdomen made a thick mist of tears rise in her eyes.

Terror and disbelief filled her heart.

She could not understand why, as someone at First-Tier Level Seven, she had been unable to see Ye Li's movement just now.

She had not even had time to use her Martial Arts Talent before she was already severely injured!

And she had never dreamed that Ye Li would dare attack her!

"Where is my room?"

"Th-third floor... the room farthest to the left!" Shen Lian answered shakily.

"I can lead you there! Please spare me!"

Arrogant before, respectful after—thinking on it...

Ye Li shook his head slightly and ignored her.

After indifferently withdrawing his gaze, he turned around and said blandly:

"Fang Ming, let's go."

Hearing this, Fang Ming snapped out of his daze. He stiffly raised his head and looked at his friend's indifferent expression, his throat bobbing involuntarily.

If he remembered correctly, Shen Lian was at First-Tier Level Seven, yet she had still been taken out with one punch...

That strength... Level Eight?

Or Level Nine?!

And his friend had... finally woken up?

Fang Ming's breathing quickened. He raised his foot to follow Ye Li upstairs, then instinctively glanced at Shen Lian, who was curled up beside them in pain, and could not help asking:

"Brother Ye, what about her?"

"She won't die. Leave her."

Ye Li's voice was calm as he stepped steadily over Shen Lian and headed upstairs.

Not killing her with one punch, merely displacing all her Five Viscera, was already the last of his mercy.

Fortunately, this harvest had been rather plentiful and could barely quell the fury in his heart.

I really am such a good person.