Notting Academy, Room Seven.
The group of working students held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two people facing each other. One was Wang Sheng, whose strength had surged after activating his martial soul; the other was Wang Li, who possessed only the Blue Silver Grass martial soul but carried an unyielding will.
Because of Wang Li's somewhat over-the-top speech and deliberate provocation, the fight had already been given a layer of sacred meaning. What teenager isn't a little dramatic? Moreover, all of them had the potential to become soul masters, and they were filled with longing for the world of soul masters.
At this moment, flames seemed to burn in Wang Sheng's tiger-like eyes as he shouted at Wang Li,
"This time, I won't be careless again!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he lunged forward like a tiger pouncing on its prey, charging straight at Wang Li with overwhelming momentum and terrifying ferocity.
Wang Li tensed up. He could not afford to be defeated easily. He still needed to gain experience through battle. Unfortunately, without a soul ring, the Blue Silver Grass offered him almost no boost in strength, leaving him no choice but to rely on his physical body to fight.
Facing Wang Sheng's incoming punch, Wang Li set his stance, extending both hands. One hand clamped onto Wang Sheng's wrist, the other onto his arm, trying to neutralize the force of the blow.
But very quickly, Wang Li's expression changed slightly. He couldn't budge it. Wang Sheng was clearly using his full strength.
Seeing this, Wang Sheng grinned. He no longer held back at all. The original idea of deciding who would be the leader no longer mattered to him. Now, he only wanted to fight a proper battle as a soul master.
Wang Li retreated step by step. Suddenly, he spun around, turning his back to Wang Sheng, intending to use Wang Sheng's forward momentum to throw him over his shoulder.
Wang Sheng had some combat experience, or rather, experience from getting beaten, but he didn't know much about actual fighting techniques.
As a result, Wang Li used Wang Sheng's own force to lift him into the air. His feet left the ground, and most of his strength was instantly lost.
Wang Sheng was still stunned when he found himself flying. But he was experienced and fierce by nature. As Wang Li grabbed his arm, he also wrapped his arms around Wang Li, lifting him up as well.
Wang Li hadn't expected Wang Sheng to react so quickly. Unable to break free from Wang Sheng's hold, he simply gave up resisting and flew out with him, using Wang Sheng as a cushion.
Bang!
The two crashed heavily onto the ground and immediately grappled again, rolling back and forth. You punch me, I punch you. A proper soul master definitely wouldn't fight like this. It looked more like a street brawl between petty thugs.
Wang Li ached all over from Wang Sheng's blows, but he clenched his teeth and endured it. At the same time, a rain of punches landed on Wang Sheng as well.
Wang Li was weaker than Wang Sheng. Fighting like this in the mud actually worked to Wang Li's advantage. Neither of them could get out on their own.
Before long, someone else walked into the dormitory.
As soon as Tang San entered, he saw Wang Sheng and Wang Li tangled together on the floor.
The techniques they used were, frankly, painful to watch. In his eyes, it was nothing more than two weaklings flailing at each other.
Because of Tang San's arrival, Wang Sheng and Wang Li stopped fighting almost instinctively and separated.
Wang Li panted heavily. Although his face was bruised and swollen, the fact that he had gained another twenty-one points of experience from the fight made him burst out laughing as he said,
"Wang Sheng, you really are a powerful opponent."
Wang Sheng felt somewhat frustrated. His martial soul was better, his soul power higher, and his strength greater, yet Wang Li had forced him to this point. He had to admit it and said,
"Wang Li, your toughness really surprised me. This time, it's a draw. We'll fight again next time."
Tang San was speechless. The two weaklings in his eyes seemed to be developing a mutual appreciation for each other.
As for Wang Li, he happily agreed when he heard this,
"Next time, then."
Wang Sheng grinned, but the smile immediately made him wince in pain. He then turned to look at Tang San and said with some surprise,
"There really are quite a few newcomers this year. Hey, introduce yourself first."
Tang San couldn't understand the situation at all. The two people who had just been rolling around on the floor fighting now seemed to be chatting like friends.
Hearing this, he replied coldly,
"My name isn't 'hey.' I'm Tang San, a working student from Holy Soul Village."
Wang Sheng struggled to his feet. Though his face was bruised and he looked rather miserable, he held his head high and said proudly,
"My name is Wang Sheng. I'm currently the boss here. Just now, I was fighting another newcomer, Wang Li, with the position of boss as the stake. For a moment, it was hard to decide the winner."
"Now that you're here, I'll give you two choices. First, acknowledge me as your boss. Second, defeat me and take the boss position from me. Those are the rules here, and everyone must follow them."
Tang San frowned. In his heart, he thought that this Wang Sheng was inexplicably trying to bully him. It was infuriating.
Having watched the earlier fight, Tang San already had a good grasp of Wang Sheng's strength. Whether he used hidden weapons or not, Wang Sheng would be easy to kill.
Then he would teach him a lesson.
Putting down everything he was holding, Tang San said coldly,
"Come on."
Wang Sheng looked at the dark-skinned, skinny Tang San, who was a head shorter than Wang Li and two heads shorter than himself. He thought to himself that although he wasn't in peak condition, dealing with this kid should still be easy.
He took his stance and shouted loudly,
"Wang Sheng, martial soul: Battle Tiger, level nine soul apprentice."
Tang San froze for a moment. He wasn't used to revealing his strength, but this seemed to be some sort of rule. With no choice, he spoke coldly,
"Tang San, martial soul: Blue Silver Grass, level ten soul apprentice."
Hearing this, Wang Sheng couldn't help but glance at Wang Li. He was surprised to see yet another Blue Silver Grass martial soul, and a level ten one at that. What was going on?
How had the Blue Silver Grass martial soul suddenly become so absurdly talented one after another?
But since things had already come to this, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and finish the fight. With a tiger's roar, he leaped forward.
Tang San was fully prepared to teach Wang Sheng a lesson.
At this moment, Wang Li sat on a bed, unable to bear watching Wang Sheng rush forward to his own defeat. Even at his peak, Wang Sheng was no match for Tang San. Now, covered in injuries, Wang Sheng would only end up getting beaten badly, with no other possible outcome.
Wang Sheng was injured all over, but Wang Li had actually suffered even more injuries than him. However, the intense pain from earlier had already eased considerably, replaced by a cool, refreshing sensation.
Wang Li sighed with emotion. Although Blue Silver Grass of second-tier quality didn't do much to increase combat strength, it was remarkably fast when it came to recovering from injuries.
The vitality trait is taking effect, and the toughness passive should also be active. After recovering, my physical constitution will improve. That's also a path to becoming stronger. Moreover, physical constitution is related to the age limit of the soul rings one can absorb.
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