The Boss of Dorm Seven, Xiao Wu Arrives

"Go on, Little San, show him what you're made of."

Tang San gave Tang Yin an annoyed look and said, "The rule in Dorm Seven is that the strongest is the boss, right? Then I'll give it a try!"

"You? You want to fight me with a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?" Wang Sheng laughed.

The other work-study students laughed too.

"Tang San, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, a rank-ten Soul Scholar."

Without activating his Martial Soul, Wang Sheng charged straight at Tang San.

Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon!

Wang Sheng felt a powerful pull on his right hand. His feet were tripped out from under him, and he fell face-first onto a bed.

"What?!" The other work-study students jumped in shock and hurried over to help Wang Sheng up.

"That didn't count. This time I'm activating my Martial Soul."

Before Tang San could respond, a yellow light glowed around Wang Sheng, and he burst forward at incredible speed.

But what difference could activating his Martial Soul make?

Tang San had worked at a forge since childhood, and his physical strength far surpassed that of ordinary people. He met Wang Sheng's palms head-on, turned his hands, and twisted. Wang Sheng fell to the ground again.

"Do you admit defeat?"

"I do, I do. You're the boss."

Tang San waved a hand. "I'm here to study."

The others grew anxious. "That's the rule here. Whoever has the hardest fists is the boss."

Wang Sheng pulled back his sleeve, revealing no fewer than seven or eight bluish welts on his arm.

Tang San was shocked. Only then did he understand the work-study students' situation.

"Is this Dorm Seven?" a clear, youthful voice called out.

Everyone looked over and saw a little girl dressed all in pink standing in the doorway, playing with her ponytail.

Tang San asked, "Are boys and girls sharing a dorm here?"

Wang Sheng scratched his head. "I think, I think they don't separate them until the intermediate Soul Master Academy. The junior academy doesn't bother, I guess. Boss, go put her in her place."

Tang San felt awkward. He really couldn't bring himself to bully a girl.

Tang San's eyes shifted, and he said to Xiao Wu, "Hello, my name's Tang San. My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass. What's your name?"

Xiao Wu blinked. "My name's Xiao Wu, the Wu from dancing. My Martial Soul is the Soft Bone Rabbit."

"Uh, here's the thing. Dorm Seven has a rule: you have to spar with the bo... dorm leader to show what you can do."

Xiao Wu said excitedly, "So if I beat you, I'll be the dorm leader? Come on, then!"

Tang San waved his hands. "No, no, no. If you want to be dorm leader, you have to beat him." With that, Tang San pointed at Tang Yin.

Tang Yin's eyes widened. He'd caught a stray bullet just like that. Tang San, you little brat, you're way too wicked.

Xiao Wu turned to Tang Yin. "Martial Soul: Soft Bone Rabbit, a rank-ten Soul Scholar."

Tang Yin sighed. "Do you really want to fight me?"

"Cut the crap."

"Tang Yin, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, a rank-fourteen Soul Master." A Yellow Soul Ring slowly appeared.

What? A Soul Master!

The others in Dorm Seven were startled. "This batch of new students is way too terrifying! He even has a Hundred-Year Soul Ring!"

Xiao Wu didn't care. She charged straight at him, moving swiftly.

Tang Yin turned slightly to the side, caught her ankle, and used her momentum to fling her outward.

Normally, anyone should have been thrown clear, but Xiao Wu was different.

Xiao Wu hooked her other leg over Tang Yin's shoulder.

"This is bad. First Soul Skill: Black Silk Binding Life!"

Only by having the Blue Silver Emperor take root and hold him in place did Tang Yin avoid being thrown.

Now things were awkward. Xiao Wu was sitting astride Tang Yin, making several of the work-study students green with envy.

Fortunately, Xiao Wu was young and wearing a skirt. Otherwise...

Xiao Wu refused to give in. She twisted around, ready to throw him again, but the Blue Silver Emperor had already coiled around her legs.

It then drained her Soul Power, and Xiao Wu's legs gave out. She sank to her knees on the floor.

Seeing this, Tang San hurried forward to help her up. Tang Yin raised an eyebrow. "You wouldn't fight her, but you're pretty quick to get your hands on her." Tang Yin had no interest in a hundred-thousand-year-old rabbit.