Chapter 120: Humiliating Beibei Again

"I'll give you a chance to strike first. Go on, make your move. If I start, you won't have the chance."

"So arrogant!"

Beibei was stunned that Qianran didn't show him the slightest respect. After all, he was the grandson of Shrek Academy's strongest elder, and both current deans of the academy were disciples of his great-grandfather.

Qianran knew Beibei's identity yet dared to challenge him.

Was he insane?

If it came down to it, Beibei was sure he could make Shrek Academy intolerable for Qianran. If he pleaded with his great-grandfather, he was confident his great-grandfather would ensure Qianran's departure from the academy.

In Beibei's mind, he imagined countless ways to rid the world of Qianran.

"Or are you too afraid to make the first move?" Qianran taunted, smiling. Now that he had advanced to Soul Elder, he found Beibei even weaker than before.

The crowd watched Qianran, filled with mixed emotions.

Beibei had once been one of the outer court's shining stars, celebrated and respected.

But now, he was cowering in front of Qianran.

Qianran was truly a terrifying force. Although many were envious of his relationships with Tang Ya and Jiang Nannan, none dared to cross him. Beibei and Xu Sanshi had already set the example. Qianran clearly didn't care about Beibei's background; he showed no deference whatsoever.

Such a fierce person was beyond what ordinary people could handle.

"You're too full of yourself. Prepare to die!"

"Thunder Dragon Claw!"

Caught between pride and fear, Beibei let out a furious shout as brilliant blue light shone from his forehead, spreading instantly through his body. Lightning snaked around him, the blue and purple arcs writhing like little snakes.

Two yellow rings and one purple ring wrapped around his arm, glowing as he launched a powerful dragon claw of lightning toward Qianran.

Just as the claw was about to hit him, Qianran extended his right hand, shrouded in white light, and caught it, crushing the claw in his grip. The volatile energy dissipated, returning to the air as gentle, ambient energy.

Beibei's pupils shrank at the sight, realizing that Qianran's strength was fathomless.

The onlookers felt the same, finally gaining a concrete understanding of Qianran's power.

Was it even possible to catch such a powerful attack bare-handed? And Qianran seemed to do it so effortlessly!

Was the gap between Beibei and Qianran really this wide?

Everyone drew a sharp breath. Qianran's strength was beyond anything they'd imagined.

Beibei was already one of the outer court's top talents. Besides the unusual strength of Tang Ya, who could challenge even higher-level opponents due to her evil soul master powers, Beibei's strength was easily ranked third.

In fact, until recently, Beibei had been considered the strongest in the outer court. Xu Sanshi and Beibei had been evenly matched, but Beibei's offense gave him an edge over Xu Sanshi's defense.

"Is that all you've got?" Qianran said, striding closer to Beibei.

Beibei felt intimidated by Qianran's imposing aura and instinctively backed away.

"Looks like you're hopeless. And you thought you could win Tang Ya's heart? Look at yourself," Qianran sneered, sending a powerful mental shock crashing into Beibei's mind.

"AHHH!"

A scream of pain tore from Beibei's throat.

Under Qianran's fierce mental assault, it felt as if his skull was splitting apart.

The searing pain tore into Beibei's soul, forcing him to clutch his head and collapse to the ground, defeated.

A loud ringing echoed in his mind, and his spirit felt as though it had been ripped in two. He was left gasping in agony, blood seeping from his eyes, nose, and mouth, transforming his usually calm face into something gruesome.

"What immense power!"

"Qianran barely even moved—how did Beibei end up like this? It's terrifying."

"It seems like some kind of mind attack. Just look at the blood pouring down Beibei's face."

The onlookers shivered. This freshman was terrifyingly ruthless, taking on Beibei so directly.

"You all saw it, didn't you? Beibei struck first—I was just defending myself," Qianran announced to the crowd.

Hiss.

Self-defense? Seriously?

Beibei was powerful, yet Qianran had crushed his attack with one hand.

Right. Self-defense, they thought, feeling a bit patronized.

But Beibei had attacked first, and their scornful gazes turned toward him.

He clearly couldn't match Qianran's strength yet had still tried to act tough. He had no one to blame for his humiliation but himself.

They had once seen Beibei as a remarkable figure, but now it seemed his accomplishments were due more to his great-grandfather's influence than his own talent. If not for his family background, Beibei would be nothing. With so many resources, he had only managed this much. If they'd had his resources, they certainly wouldn't have been worse off.

"Qianran, are you insane? Do you have a death wish?"

Beibei looked at his bloodied hand, horror-stricken.

Was Qianran actually trying to kill him?

"I'm sorry, but you're not enough to bring me down."

"If you lack the strength, stop barking at me like a dog. Feel free to keep scheming behind my back, but I can't guarantee the consequences." Qianran kicked Beibei over and stepped on him.

He didn't care if Beibei had Mu En's support.

Once the Ice Empress completed her training, even if they couldn't defeat Mu En, she wouldn't be overpowered easily.

The Ice Empress was likely around level 98.5, and Mu En was at level 99. But Mu En was near the end of his life and couldn't wield his full strength. He was just a paper tiger, intimidating with his extreme Douluo aura.

Push him too far, and Qianran would work with Xian Liner to mix up a "special remedy" for Mu En, sending the old man to the afterlife.

He and Xian Liner would grow even closer, making her utterly devoted to him. If anyone tried to harm him, he'd show no mercy—even Mu En's power wouldn't make him flinch.

"Cough."

Beibei coughed up blood, curling into a ball of pain, his eyes fixed on Qianran like a venomous snake. This humiliation was unbearable, but how could he submit so easily?

(End of Chapter)