...
Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Hao's small fist, enveloped in a faint golden light, had already magnified infinitely in Tuoba Xiao's constricted pupils.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
Tuoba Xiao didn't even have time to unleash his defensive skills with his Martial Soul before Xuan Hao punched him in the abdomen.
The immense force instantly bent his bulky body into a shrimp-like shape, his eyes almost bulging out, and even his screams were forced back into his stomach.
Then, Xuan Hao delivered a clean and swift whip kick, striking him directly on the side of his neck.
The chubby boy flew four or five meters like a tattered sack, crashing heavily into the flower bed next to him.
His eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.
The remaining two henchmen were terrified and were about to turn and run away.
"run?"
Xuan Hao turned around, grabbed the back of their collars with both hands, and slammed them together.
"Thump!"
The two heads collided like watermelons, producing a dull thud that made your teeth ache.
Without uttering a sound, the two collapsed to the ground like noodles, their martial spirits, which hadn't even fully possessed them, instantly dissipated and automatically dispelled.
From the moment Xuan Hao rushed out to the moment the three people lay neatly on the ground, the entire process took less than three seconds.
The students who had initially wanted to watch the spectacle were now completely dumbfounded, their jaws dropping to the floor.
This...this is His Holiness the Pope's disciple?
That Tuoba Xiao is a direct disciple of the Holy Dragon Sect!
It's a white-armored earth dragon soul master with astonishing defensive capabilities!
He was defeated in seconds just like that?
They didn't even use their soul skills?
...
Not far away, behind a large, leafy tree.
Two figures were silently watching all of this.
One of them was tall with fiery red hair and an aura of intense heat; it was Yan.
The other person was tall and slender with white hair and a handsome, cold face; it was Xie Yue.
They had come to check on things because they were worried that Hu Liena would get into trouble for standing up for this new junior brother.
But now, both of their expressions were somewhat frozen.
"Hey... Xie Yue, am I seeing things?"
Yan rubbed his eyes, looking incredulous.
"That Tuoba Xiao... was defeated in an instant?
Just like that, with a punch and a kick?"
Yan was no stranger to Tuoba Xiao. Before he obtained his second spirit ring, he and Tuoba Xiao had sparred many times on the Soul Arena.
Although Yan had a clear advantage thanks to his top-tier martial soul, Flame Lord, he still had to put in a lot of effort to win the battle against the White Armored Earth Dragon's abnormal defense.
But now, that meat shield that could withstand him for a long time was actually knocked out by a freshman who had just entered school, as if he were beating his grandson with a single punch?
"Something's not right." Xie Yue narrowed her eyes, her sharp gaze fixed on Xuan Hao's back as he and Hu Liena walked toward the cafeteria.
"Tuoba Xiao's condition was very strange just now."
"I noticed that too." Yan frowned.
"That fat guy didn't even use his soul skill, and his martial soul possession wasn't even complete. It was like… he was scared out of his wits?"
"He wasn't scared out of his wits, he was completely unable to move," Xie Yue said in a deep voice.
"Although Tuoba Xiao is arrogant, he is definitely not a fool who would make such a low-level mistake in battle.
At that moment, he seemed to be suppressed by some kind of great fear, and he couldn't even mobilize his soul power to resist."
"That kid's martial spirit... has a problem."
Yan took a deep breath, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, and took a step forward, ready to rush out: "Why bother with all that?
I'll just go ask Nana and find out. I'll also test this kid's strength!"
"Stop." Xie Yue grabbed Yan's shoulder and shook his head.
"Don't be impulsive. He is His Holiness the Pope's personal disciple, and his identity is sensitive.
The entire school is watching him. If we go out now, we'll only have one option: to challenge him."
"Winning would be bullying a child, and losing... although it's unlikely to lose, there's no need to be the one to stick your neck out."
"Besides, Nana is over there.
Are you going over there now to start a fight with her?"
Upon hearing Hu Liena's name, Yan immediately wilted.
"What can we do?
Just watch this kid act so arrogantly?"
"No rush." Xie Yue glanced at the unconscious Tuoba Xiao on the ground.
"There are plenty of people who want to cause him trouble.
Let others scout things out first. We can make our move when the time is right."
...
One month later.
The Papal Palace, the council chamber.
The afternoon sun shone through the huge stained glass windows, casting dappled patterns on the marble floor.
Bibi Dong put down the file in her hand, rubbed her temples, and looked at Ju Douluo Yue Guan, who was standing at the bottom of the steps, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
"Yue Guan, what's wrong?"
"You've been dawdling over there for ages. Just say what you have to say.
Has something happened at the Martial Soul Academy?"
Yue Guan stiffened, a slightly embarrassed yet polite smile appearing on his face:
"Your Majesty is wise... indeed, there is a situation at the academy."
"oh?"
Bibi Dong remained calm, seemingly unsurprised.
"Aren't quite a few people keeping an eye on Xuan Hao?"
The competition at Martial Soul Academy is fierce, and those kids, in order to prove their worth, will naturally regard Xuan Hao as the best stepping stone.
Although Xuanhao was exceptionally talented, he was only six years old, his cultivation was still shallow, and he had no practical combat experience.
Newly enrolled students might be wary of his identity, but those who have been in the academy for several years, especially those high-level Soul Masters at level 10 or 20, certainly can't hold back.
Xuan Hao is too arrogant, even somewhat disdainful of everyone.
It's good for him to suffer a bit. Only when he realizes that there are always people more powerful than him will he understand the importance of cultivation and curb his arrogance.
Bibi Dong took a sip of tea, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes.
"I also wanted to temper his temperament, so he wouldn't think he can look down on everyone just because he has talent.
What?
Did you get bullied badly and come crying to me to complain?"
Yue Guan's expression instantly became even more fascinating.
He hesitated for a long time before finally saying with a strange look:
"Well... Your Majesty, it wasn't that he was bullied."
"What's wrong?" Bibi Dong put down her teacup.
Yue Guan took a deep breath and said with a wry smile, "He's the one bullying others."
"..."
Bibi Dong paused, the teacup clinking crisply on the tray.
She looked up, a look of confusion in her eyes for the first time.
"What did you say?"
"Your Majesty, your newly accepted disciple... is simply a devil incarnate."
Yue Guan smiled wryly and began to explain, "In the first few days, just as you predicted, quite a few self-important students challenged him.
But... most of them were blasted away by his punch."
"Especially those Soul Masters with Beast Martial Souls, they are all in a terrible state.
The teachers at the academy have discovered that Xuan Hao's Martial Soul has an extremely terrifying bloodline suppression power over all Beast Martial Souls, especially those Martial Souls tainted with the blood of the Dragon Clan.
In front of him, those people can't even maintain their Martial Soul possession, let alone fight."
"For immature children, this kind of fear is devastating.
Most people don't even have the courage to fight back before they are knocked out of the fighting arena."
Bibi Dong paused slightly, then, recalling the Golden Dragon's domineering nature, slowly nodded: "That's true...
After all, the Golden Dragon is the ancestor of power.
What about the older students?
Surely those great soul masters won't be intimidated?"
"That's exactly what I wanted to say..." Yue Guan took a deep breath, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation.
"Xuan Hao beat up all the Soul Masters below level 20 in the Martial Soul Academy in less than three days."
"Then, this kid... opened a betting shop in the grove of trees on campus."
"Betting odds?" Bibi Dong frowned.
"Yes, it's like the gambling arena. He openly accepts challenges from all Soul Masters above level 20 in the school, but you have to gamble." Yue Guan shrugged.
"And this kid is very shrewd. He clung to a rule of the Martial Soul Academy that protects new students:
if a senior challenges a junior, and it is a challenge that crosses a major realm, the senior must suppress his soul power to the same realm as the challenger under the witness of a teacher, and is not allowed to use high-level soul ring skills."
"In other words, if those great soul masters want to challenge him, they must suppress their soul power to level 20 and cannot use their second soul skill."
Bibi Dong's lips twitched slightly: "And then?"
"Then..." Yue Guan's expression was somewhat unnatural, "Your Majesty, you also know how monstrous his physical abilities are, and the amplification from that first spirit ring that's over eight hundred years old.
With the same level of spirit power, and without being allowed to use a second spirit skill, who could possibly defeat that humanoid tyrannosaurus?"
"In less than half a month, he beat up every single Soul Master below level 30 in the academy who dared to challenge him!"
"Not only did they make a fortune, they also specifically targeted people in the face."
At this point, Yue Guan cautiously glanced at Bibi Dong's expression and added in a low voice:
"Even Xie Yue and Yan... were tricked onto the stage by that brat Xuan Hao a couple of days ago."
"While suppressing his soul power... he was beaten black and blue in front of the entire school and forced to become Xuan Hao's underling."
"Now, in the entire Martial Soul Academy, no one below level 30 dares to look him in the eye."
"Everyone calls him...the tyrant of Wuhun Academy."
A deathly silence fell over the main hall.
Bibi Dong sat on the papal chair, remaining silent for a long time.
She had originally intended for the child to experience some setbacks and learn to be humble.
The result was good.
Did he just become a school bully?
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