Wang Dong Was Beaten to Tears

"We agreed, all right? You can only use one hand. You can't go bullying a disabled person like me."

Hui Ye held up his mechanical arm, putting on an aggrieved look.

Wang Yan clapped his hands, drawing the students' attention.

"Everyone has to take part. I'll be recording your performances from the sidelines so I can give you targeted training in the future.

"Everyone, follow me to the Soul Fighting Zone."

The group marched to the Soul Fighting Zone in a great crowd.

Wang Yan announced the rules: "Students with combat ability may choose to fight one-on-one.

"As for support-type students, you may form teams of two and fight two-on-two.

"I'll score you based on your performance in battle.

"Finally, the four students with the highest scores will advance to the finals."

Everyone murmured among themselves for a while, but no one objected.

Wang Dong strode into the center of the Soul Fighting Arena and looked down her nose at Hui Ye.

"If you're too scared to come up, just admit defeat. Don't waste the other students' time."

Hui Ye leaped over and landed opposite Wang Dong. "We agreed, though. You can only use one hand."

Wang Dong snorted. "I'll let you make the first move, so you can't say I bullied you for being disabled."

The Soul Fight began.

Hui Ye activated the skills of his Right Leg Soul Bone and Right Arm Soul Bone and attacked with all his might.

One boosted his speed for a short time, while the other increased his strength by seven percent.

Hui Ye kicked off hard, hurtling toward Wang Dong like a cannonball blasting from the barrel.

Wang Dong smiled disdainfully. Rather than dodge, she raised her fist to meet him head-on.

Hui Ye's physical strength far surpassed that of Soul Masters at the same rank and was even a few notches above a Soul Elder's. The result was easy to imagine.

He slammed into Wang Dong's arms, and the powerful impact sent her flying several meters.

Suspended in midair, Wang Dong was utterly dazed. A moment ago, it had felt as though she had crashed into a wall.

How was that possible?

How could he unleash such terrifying strength?

He hadn't even used his first Soul Skill yet.

Then why had Hui Ye hurt himself and played innocent when they first met and got into a conflict?

Was it just to frame me?

Wang Dong's eyes filled with confusion.

But there was no time to dwell on it now. Wang Dong immediately activated her Light Goddess Butterfly wings and adjusted her posture in midair to face the attack.

She had just turned around when a wave of Soul Power came straight at her.

The attack was a Soul Cannon shell fired from Hui Ye's right arm.

The mechanical arm was only a second-tier Soul Tool, and its function was simple: it fired Soul Cannon shells condensed from Soul Power.

Its power was limited, but it was very useful in battles between low-level Soul Masters. Low-level Soul Masters only had one or two Soul Skills, so a sudden long-range attack could easily throw off an opponent's rhythm.

Wang Dong twisted her body in time, narrowly avoiding it.

Just then, a dark figure swooped down from the air and planted a foot on Wang Dong's chest.

"When did you..."

Wang Dong didn't even have time to be surprised before the kick sent her crashing to the ground.

A vicious grin spread across Hui Ye's face. He lunged down on top of Wang Dong and hammered her face with a furious barrage of punches.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

"Do you submit or not?"

"No..."

Wang Dong was beaten so badly that she couldn't fight back. She had barely uttered a word when a fist struck her mouth.

"Don't you love stealing other people's dorm rooms? Go on, steal another one. Let me see."

"I..."

"'I' what?"

Wang Dong had grievances she couldn't voice. She was just raising both hands to protect her face when Hui Ye deftly seized and locked her hands, then pressed one side of her face against the ground and rubbed it back and forth like mad.

"You're not fighting fair!" Wang Dong dug her fingers into the ground.

"Are you going to admit defeat?" Hui Ye gave a vicious chuckle.

"I. Will. Not!"

Like a stubborn donkey, Wang Dong struggled desperately with all four limbs.

"Lord Hui likes hard bones like you best."

Hui Ye grabbed Wang Dong's head and gave her three punches, then straddled her and let fly with both fists.

Wang Dong couldn't withstand Hui Ye's combination punches. Every time she tried to gather Soul Power to resist, one of his punches happened to shatter it.

There was no suspense in this fight. Wang Dong was unable to turn the tables.

By now, Wang Dong's face was battered and bruised. Even people who knew her probably wouldn't have recognized her at that moment.

"Stop hitting me..."

"Are you admitting defeat or not? Hmm?"

"Don't..."

Bang, bang, bang!

Three more punches landed.

"Just beat me to death, then. Boo-hoo-hoo..."

That was right. Wang Dong was crying. The little princess who had been pampered and spoiled rotten since childhood had been beaten until she bawled her eyes out.

Wang Yan couldn't bear to watch any longer and stepped onto the stage to stop Hui Ye from continuing his assault.

If he hadn't seen that Hui Ye had held back all along, using only his bare fists, he would have intervened long ago.

"Stop. Why go this far? Classmates should get along with one another."

"Teacher, you saw it. It's the first time I've ever heard such a shameless request. He actually asked me to beat him to death."

Hui Ye spoke at length. "It's only because I'm kindhearted. Otherwise, I really would have beaten him to death."

Everyone: Ah, yes, yes, yes.

Below the stage, Wang Hai and Xiao Xiao shrank back. This guy was far too brutal.

Xiao Xiao in particular felt her hair stand on end just looking at Hui Ye's back.

The sight of Hui Ye losing his arm yesterday had been so horrifying and bloody that it had left an almost indelible shadow on her heart.

Hui Ye spread his hands, looking innocent. It was hard to be a good person these days.

Wang Yan made a note in his little notebook: full marks. After a moment's thought, he deducted one point.

"Sorry for the trouble, but please treat Wang Dong."

Wang Yan had long since invited a healing-type Soul Master from the infirmary to stand by.

"Boo-hoo-hoo!"

Wang Dong was on the verge of a breakdown. Covering her face, which was swollen like a pig's head, she pushed through the crowd and ran out crying.

Wang Yan gave Hui Ye a helpless look.

Hui Ye pursed his lips. "She refused treatment. Can you blame me for that too?"

Everyone said, "Just shut up."

There was nothing particularly exciting about the fights that followed.

Battles between low-level Soul Masters were basically nothing much to watch.

The finals arrived.

The four highest scorers were Huo Yuhao, Xiao Xiao, Hui Ye, and a level-thirty student.

Huo Yuhao fought the level-thirty student.

A Spirit Shock as soon as they faced each other won him the match without any suspense.

Then it was Xiao Xiao's turn to fight Hui Ye.

Xiao Xiao admitted defeat on the spot. For one thing, her earlier victory hadn't come easily, and she had almost exhausted her Soul Power.

For another, she really didn't want to fight a madman like Hui Ye. She didn't want to end up like Wang Dong, beaten until she had to crawl around the ground looking for her teeth.

In the end, only Huo Yuhao and Hui Ye remained to face each other.

"Yuhao, admit defeat. Save yourself a beating later." Hui Ye folded his arms, looking smug like a villain.

Huo Yuhao knew Hui Ye's trump card very well.

His first Soul Skill was extremely bizarre. It could revive him, and at their current stage, there was almost no way around it. But Huo Yuhao didn't want to admit defeat so easily.

"Brother Hui Ye, let's decide this in one move. If I can't beat you after one move, I'll admit defeat."

Hui Ye nodded. "All right!"

Huo Yuhao threw a Spirit Shock at him. A gray Soul Ring lit up around Hui Ye, neutralizing the Spirit Shock.

"As I thought, I can't beat you." Huo Yuhao sighed and surrendered without further ado.

Hui Ye's Soul Skill was far too heaven-defying. Not only could it revive him, it could also cancel abnormal status effects. It was practically a bug.

Wang Yan announced on the spot that Hui Ye would be the class monitor and Huo Yuhao the deputy monitor.

Wang Yan still hadn't figured out what either of their Soul Skills did. He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and an inquisitive light flared in his eyes.

"Huo Yuhao, what exactly does your Soul Skill do? I can't make sense of it at all.

"And Hui Ye, why is your Soul Ring gray?

"What exactly happened between you two just now?

"Did you use your Soul Skills?"