Hurt Your Little Heart? Fuck That!

Ye Yingluo could no longer contain her fury. Both of her well-intentioned attempts at persuasion had been ignored, and her dignity as a teacher had been trampled in public. Her expression darkened abruptly, her voice turning cold and sharp.

"Bai Yushan! How dare you speak to a teacher like that! You have no respect whatsoever for teachers or their teachings!"

Bai Yushan gave a low chuckle, a measure of unruly viciousness churning in his eyes.

"Then how do you think I should speak to you?"

He stepped closer. At one meter seventy, his tall, straight figure looked nothing like that of a nine-year-old boy. He stared down at the livid Ye Yingluo, his gaze razor-sharp and filled with undisguised menace.

"When I give you face, I call you teacher. If I don't give you face, what can you do about it?"

Ye Yingluo's blood surged, her face flushing with humiliation. In all her years of teaching, no student had ever dared humiliate her in public like this.

Watching her struggle to contain her rage, Bai Yushan's sneer deepened. Every word was flippant, yet every sentence stabbed her in the heart.

"Besides, if that guy Wu Changkong weren't so hidebound, do you think I'd have chosen you as my homeroom teacher?"

Ye Yingluo stiffened, her expression blackening as she snapped through gritted teeth.

"Stop talking."

Bai Yushan turned a deaf ear, the contempt in his words blatant and glaring.

"I only chose you because Uncle Yu Zhen arranged it. Otherwise, what do you think I wanted from you? Your age? Your low cultivation? Your poor combat ability? You don't measure up to Wu Changkong in a single way."

These words struck her weaknesses and sore spots with pinpoint precision. She already resented Wu Changkong; now that an outsider like Bai Yushan had voiced them, how could the flames of fury not blaze in her heart?

"Stop talking!" Ye Yingluo suddenly raised her voice in a furious roar.

Bai Yushan folded his arms and lazily raised an eyebrow, contempt practically spilling from his eyes.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Did I break your defenses? Hurt your little heart?"

That mocking taunt completely shattered Ye Yingluo's reason.

Ye Yingluo's Soul Power abruptly went berserk. Four Soul Rings-yellow, yellow, yellow, and purple-rose and circled her as her Nether Orchid Cat Martial Soul instantly possessed her. Cat ears emerged, a spectral blue sheen coated her black hair, and her fingertips became sharp, jet-black claws. The oppressive force of her Soul Power surged.

Her figure flickered into a spectral blue afterimage. Moving with incredible speed, she swiped viciously at Bai Yushan's face and roared in fury.

"Hurt your little heart? Fuck that!"

The claw strike carried the oppressive Soul Power of a Soul Grandmaster, swift and insidious. An ordinary level-sixteen freshman would have had no way to withstand it and would have been severely wounded in an instant.

Yet Bai Yushan's expression remained casual, without a ripple.

The instant Ye Yingluo moved, Bai Yushan activated his first Soul Skill, Electromagnetic Clarity. Electromagnetic force washed through his sea of consciousness and nerves, and perception of the utmost clarity enveloped his entire body.

The flow of her Soul Power, the paths of her exerted force, and the openings in her movements all appeared clearly in his mind. In his eyes, the swift ambush was incredibly slow, every flaw plain to see.

Bai Yushan shifted slightly sideways, avoiding the claws with effortless ease. The fierce wind of the swipe brushed past his face without disturbing so much as a strand of his hair.

Her strike missed, leaving Ye Yingluo utterly astonished. Speed was her forte, yet a freshman had dodged her so easily today.

But her astonishment lasted only an instant before overwhelming humiliation and anger replaced it. She was a genuine Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, with cultivation above level forty, far beyond the level-sixteen freshman before her.

He had only managed that lucky dodge because she had attacked hastily in a moment of anger. It did not mean he truly had what it took to overwhelm her.

The viciousness in Ye Yingluo's eyes surged, and she no longer held anything back. The four Soul Rings around her pulsed violently, their interwoven yellow and purple light blazing in full. Dense Soul Power swept in every direction, lifting all the fine sand from the training ground.

She had spent years honing her Nether Orchid Cat Martial Soul. Even if frontal assaults were not her strength, the reserves of a Soul Ancestor were not something a novice Soul Master could fathom.

The next instant, Ye Yingluo's figure flickered repeatedly, leaving layers upon layers of afterimages-the core speed Soul Skill of her Nether Orchid Cat Martial Soul. Abandoning a single direct ambush, she drew on her vast Soul Ancestor reserves of Soul Power to constantly change her movement paths. A dense barrage of claw shadows covered every space around Bai Yushan in which he could dodge, sealing off every retreat.

Bai Yushan maintained Electromagnetic Clarity, his lucid perception clearly discerning the true and false in every afterimage and the differences in every fluctuation of Soul Power. He could predict every attack's trajectory, but the hard disparity between their Soul Power Levels was fully exposed.

A body with level-sixteen Soul Power ultimately had limited endurance and evasive capacity at its limits. Against a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor's relentless attacks without regard for expenditure, his room to dodge continued shrinking, and the pressure around him soared.

Sixty thousand volts of bioelectricity ran at full power, strengthening his muscles, sinews, bones, and nerves. His speed had already surpassed the limits of his level, so fast that ordinary people could see only afterimages. Yet Ye Yingluo's speed, bolstered by her Soul Ancestor Soul Power, still firmly surpassed his.

In just a few seconds, dozens of claw strikes came crashing down one after another. Relying on his extraordinary anticipation, Bai Yushan evaded more than ninety percent of them, but ultimately failed to dodge every attack perfectly.

Ye Yingluo seized a tiny opening as Bai Yushan turned sideways to deflect the force. Her real body instantly pierced through the layers of afterimages, and her sharp, jet-black cat claws, carrying immense Soul Power, swept precisely across his chest.

A soft ripping sound rang out.

The tough fabric tore instantly, and five bloody gouges of varying depths abruptly appeared. Blood swiftly spilled from the wounds, rapidly soaking a large expanse of his shirt as glaring red instantly covered his pale skin.

Sharp pain shot from his chest, spreading through his meridians and into his entire body. Bai Yushan's figure paused slightly, but he showed no sign of retreating or dodging.

The evening breeze brushed past, gently stirring the bloodstained fabric. Bai Yushan slowly raised his head. His once-casual, lively eyes grew utterly still, every trace of languor vanishing. Extreme wildness and a fierce, chilling gleam abruptly erupted in them, locking firmly onto Ye Yingluo before him.

At that moment, he completely shed his bright, handsome boyishness, his entire body wreathed in a bone-chilling air of madness.

Opposite him, Ye Yingluo instantly froze in place.

She instinctively withdrew her claws. Looking at the blood constantly seeping from Bai Yushan's chest, her mind went blank.

That attack had been a Soul Ancestor strike unleashed with her full power, far more powerful than an ordinary attack. She had only intended to teach him a lesson and suppress his arrogance, never to seriously wound a freshman.

Panic instantly swept through her entire body.

She was a teacher employed at the academy. Attacking a newly enrolled student in public already violated its rules and discipline, and now she had actually injured him. Once this was reported to the academy, she would inevitably face severe punishment and might even be stripped of her teaching qualifications.

Intense regret engulfed Ye Yingluo. Her earlier fury vanished like smoke and clouds, leaving only helpless panic. As she looked into Bai Yushan's eyes, churning with ferocity, an inexplicable, bone-piercing chill rose in her heart.

Before she could straighten out her thoughts, the figure before her abruptly blurred.

Electromagnetic force burst faintly beneath Bai Yushan's feet. Drawing on the extreme explosive power of Electric Current Push, he disregarded the distance between them and instantly closed in on Ye Yingluo. His chest wounds were still bleeding, yet he seemed to feel no pain, his presence growing colder and fiercer.

His firm right hand clenched into a fist, all sixty thousand volts of bioelectricity pouring into his knuckles. There were no flashy moves, only the overwhelming force of pure strength and speed. With an overbearing momentum that pressed forward without retreat, he smashed his fist straight at Ye Yingluo's face.

Bam!

A deep, heavy impact abruptly thundered out.

Ye Yingluo had no time to react. Still trapped in guilt and panic, she had utterly failed to anticipate Bai Yushan's close-range assault. His heavy fist struck the bridge of her nose with perfect accuracy, and tremendous force erupted instantly.

A crisp crack rang out clearly.

The bridge of Ye Yingluo's nose broke on the spot. Agonizing pain instantly swept across her face, and warm blood poured wildly from her nostrils. The intense pain stimulated her tear glands, and two streams of tears slid uncontrollably down her cheeks, mingling with blood as they dripped onto the ground.

Like a punching bag struck by a heavy hammer, her entire body flew several meters through the air before slamming onto the hard ground of the training field, kicking up a cloud of dust.