For Xiao Xiao's request to solo 1v3, Huo Yuhao simply nodded.
"Alright then, I'll give you Spiritual Detection Sharing."
He too wanted to see how much she had grown in these past two months.
"Very well, the match begins," Wang Yan announced.
At once, the one standing in the rear, Zhao Haochen, shouted—
"Bring the legs!"
His yellow spirit ring rippled, and in his hands appeared two steaming roasted chicken legs, which he handed to his teammates.
Ouyang Junyi and Chen Junfeng theatrically stripped the bones clean in one bite, then summoned their spirits—Sword-beak Hummingbird and Soft Sword!
Both had a single yellow spirit ring.
By comparison, when Huo Yuhao's lone "white spirit ring" floated up, their side's aura weakened at once.
Only Xiao Xiao, feeling the terrifying might of Spiritual Detection Sharing, knew just how "bugged" that ring was!
She felt perfectly relaxed, even laughing aloud at the absurd sight of the two boys gnawing on chicken legs.
Without even summoning her spirit, she strolled forward on her little short legs, inviting their anger.
Such contempt made the three opponents furious. Chen Junfeng and Ouyang Junyi lunged in from left and right.
Only then did Xiao Xiao call forth her Three-Life Soul Suppressing Cauldron—and simply let it float above her head.
Her own hands brimmed with soul power as she boldly met them head-on.
Her posture made the two hesitate. Did she have some trick prepared?
With a glance exchanged, Ouyang Junyi suddenly veered, charging Huo Yuhao instead, while Chen Junfeng swung his soft sword down with all his strength.
But Xiao Xiao's cauldron dropped straight down toward Ouyang Junyi, forcing him to dodge, only for the heavy cauldron to begin spinning wildly around him, trapping him within.
Meanwhile, Xiao Xiao herself dashed barehanded at Chen Junfeng.
At the moment of contact, her wrist slapped the flat of his soft sword, diverting its arc just past her shoulder.
Hand plucks the pipa!
Then, sinking her stance low, she rammed forward shoulder-first into his chest.
Iron Mountain Lean!
Bang!
Chen Junfeng was blasted back, but Xiao Xiao seized his hand mid-stumble, dragging him forward and upward just as her short legs snapped into a vicious rising kick—
Double Kick with Body Turn!
Bam!
The watching crowd winced, clutching their own faces in sympathy. Brutal!
But with only fists and kicks, no spirit skill attached, she couldn't knock him out cold.
Chen Junfeng steadied, soft sword trembling like a serpent, his yellow spirit ring flaring. Shadows of the blade split into countless illusions.
"First Spirit Skill—Shadow Companion!"
Anyone else would've been dazzled. But under Huo Yuhao's detection, the trick was meaningless.
Xiao Xiao's left arm rose to parry, her right fist coiled and snapped forward in a compact leap, smashing directly into Chen Junfeng's already-bruised nose.
Block and Pound!
Crack!
Blood spurted as he staggered back, nose cradled in his hands—until Zhao Haochen caught him from behind.
But Xiao Xiao recalled her cauldron, slamming it down into the pair before they had even steadied.
Both were sent flying straight off the stage!
She didn't even glance at them, already whirling toward Ouyang Junyi.
But Ouyang, locked on Huo Yuhao, was determined to strike him first. His body blurred, wings buzzing—
"First Spirit Skill—Hummingbird Flicker Thrust!"
He darted like a lightning bolt, far faster than Xiao Xiao could chase.
In the blink of an eye, he was before Yuhao. The stinger-like blade split into dozens of piercing phantoms, stabbing in from every direction.
But Huo Yuhao… closed his eyes.
One smooth step back and a turn, and the stab whistled past his face harmlessly.
Ouyang froze—how did he dodge that?!
Slash, thrust, sweep—no matter how he changed, Huo Yuhao slipped aside as if he'd seen it all beforehand.
Perfect preemption.
Seconds of wild assault brought no result.
Then Xiao Xiao caught up.
Enraged that he dared target her monitor, she drop-kicked the back of his knee, forcing him half-kneeling.
Her fists rained down in a steady storm, each blow hammering into liver, lungs, spleen, and heart.
Poor Ouyang Junyi, already on the verge of spitting blood, could barely speak—
"D-don't—wuh—"
"S-stop—ugh—"
"P-please—pu—"
"Don't stop? Still daring to provoke me?!" Xiao Xiao roared, doubling the barrage.
"Enough! We surrender!" Zhao Haochen shouted desperately from below. "We give up! Please, goddess, stop beating him!"
At last, Xiao Xiao huffed and pulled back, puffing her cheeks.
"Run fast, huh? Couldn't even handle me, and you dared to go after the class monitor? Seeking death!"
Huo Yuhao chuckled softly, helping the half-conscious Ouyang to his feet before looking to Wang Yan.
"Victor—Freshman Class One, Huo Yuhao's team!"
Huo Yuhao let go, exchanging a high-five with Xiao Xiao. They turned to leave.
"Don't be so smug! A single match doesn't mean anything!" Ouyang croaked, bloodied but stubborn. "Your first ring is only ten years old. Your potential will always be limited!"
Huo Yuhao didn't even pause.
Ten years? If Tianmeng heard that, he'd leap out and slap the life out of you!
But Xiao Xiao wasn't about to let it pass.
"What's this? Can't accept defeat?"
"You look like freshly washed laundry—one, not hung; two, not folded; three, not on a hanger!"
"So what if Class Monitor's first ring is ten years? Did that stop him from smacking you around?"
"And in case you missed it—the Taichi I used to pummel you just now? That was taught by Class Monitor himself!"
"You? I can fight ten of you. Him? He could take a hundred!"
Ptooey!
Huo Yuhao nearly choked—when did this little one get such a sharp tongue?!
Ouyang was dumbstruck, pointing at her with trembling hand, unable to form a rebuttal.
"Is that all you've got?" Xiao Xiao sneered. "Better run home to mommy. Don't wait too late, or there won't be any milk left for you!"
"Impudent!" the Class Three instructor barked. "Such crude words! Dean Yan, are you truly letting your disciples tarnish your Academy's reputation?!"
"Oh, teacher, he's throwing shade at you," Xiao Xiao immediately tattled.
The man sneered back. "Dean Yan, don't listen to her slander. I merely worry for your dignity—"
"No need for your concern," Yan Shaozhe's voice cut coldly. "If I won't listen to my own disciple, should I listen to you? Get your students out of here. They've shamed themselves enough already."
The Class Three teacher stood there stunned. The famously face-conscious Dean, openly shielding this unruly disciple?
He had no idea—Yan Shaozhe had blackmail material firmly in Xiao Xiao's hands.
If he didn't back her today, by tomorrow his reputation might truly be in ruins!
Before the losers could even leave, a dazzling figure streaked into the arena.
One yellow, one purple—two spirit rings gleaming.
A second ring already a thousand-year?!
Hovering above Ouyang Junyi, the newcomer gazed down with open disdain.
And her first words were a direct critical hit.
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