Tang San’s Challenge

Tang San stepped forward and stood in front of everyone, facing Xiao Wu directly.

"Hello, my name is Tang San."

He had spent over twenty years in his previous life immersed in the study of hidden weapons, never interacting with girls. Now, facing such a beautiful girl like Xiao Wu, he felt a little nervous.

"What's your martial spirit?" he continued to ask.

Xiao Wu glanced at Ao Tian beside her and said, "My martial spirit is a rabbit."

Tang San smiled and said, "What a coincidence, mine is Blue Silver Grass—it just happens to be food for your martial spirit."

Xiao Wu couldn't help but giggle. "You talk just like Ao Tian. Really funny."

Only then did Tang San look at Ao Tian, and said, "Ao Tian, we're not done with earlier. You still owe my teacher an apology."

Ao Tian, leaning lazily against the doorframe, replied, "And what if I don't apologize?"

"Then I'll beat you until you do. In fact, we have a tradition here in Dorm 7. Any newcomer has to accept a challenge from the dorm boss. Win, and you become the new boss. I just beat Wang Sheng and became the boss—now, I challenge you!"

Tang San stared provocatively at Ao Tian, having more or less figured out his personality—arrogant, conceited, with no regard for others. There was no way he'd refuse the challenge.

His reasons weren't just about forcing an apology. The Master had expressed interest in taking Ao Tian as a disciple and had even made a bet with him. With his Xuan Tian Skill and the Master's guidance, Tang San was confident the Master would win.

Which meant Ao Tian would eventually become the Master's second disciple—and as the senior disciple, Tang San felt responsible for straightening out this future junior.

"So beating the boss makes you the new boss? Sounds fun—I accept your challenge!" said Xiao Wu, excitedly.

She even turned her head and winked at Ao Tian, dimples forming on her cheeks—absolutely adorable.

Tang San was briefly stunned. "I was challenging Ao Tian."

Xiao Wu replied, "Didn't you say it's a tradition? All newcomers have to be challenged. I'm new too—why can't I accept your challenge?"

"I don't fight girls," said Tang San. Deep down, he couldn't bring himself to hurt such a lovely girl—what if he made her cry?

"You're looking down on girls?" Xiao Wu snapped, her eyebrows shooting up.

She threw her school uniform at Ao Tian, hands on her hips, glaring at Tang San.

"No... that's not what I meant, I..." Tang San tried to explain, but Xiao Wu had already charged at him.

"Since you look down on girls, let me show you how fierce this lady can be!"

Before the words even finished, she was in front of Tang San, her right leg launching a high kick straight at his chin.

The move showcased Xiao Wu's incredible flexibility, and the kick came so fast it startled Tang San.

His face turned serious. From the moment she struck, he knew she wasn't simple.

He raised his left hand to catch her leg and pulled it toward him. At the same time, his right shoulder lunged toward her chest.

This move used the techniques of redirecting force and body slamming. As a boy trained since childhood—especially after months of smithing with his father—his strength was no joke.

If his slam landed, Xiao Wu would definitely lose.

But just as his left hand grasped her leg, he realized things were not going as planned.

He had aimed for her pant leg, but Xiao Wu's skin was incredibly smooth—he couldn't hold on at all.

Tang San quickly tilted his head to dodge her kick.

Xiao Wu smiled faintly. Her missed kick landed on his left shoulder, and then—shockingly—her other leg flew up to lock around his neck.

The silky feel of her legs against his neck distracted Tang San for a second.

That fleeting distraction cost him.

With both legs locked around Tang San's neck, Xiao Wu braced her hands on the ground and used her flexible waist to flip Tang San away.

He was thrown several meters and landed flat on his butt—a bit of a mess.

Luckily, his Xuan Tian Skill protected him, so he wasn't hurt—just embarrassed.

"I actually lost." Tang San sighed helplessly, realizing Xiao Wu had gone easy on him.

He stood, dusted off his pants, and said, "I lost. You're now the boss of our dorm."

The other boys were utterly stunned—especially Wang Sheng, who had personally felt Tang San's terrifying strength earlier.

Yet now, that same terrifying Tang San had been defeated in one exchange by a girl—without even putting up a fight.

Their gazes toward Xiao Wu were now tinged with fear.

"Hehe, serves you right for looking down on girls." Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue at Tang San, then turned to Ao Tian, lifted her dainty chin, and said like she was claiming credit:

"How about that? Didn't I say I'd help you teach Tang San a lesson?"

Ao Tian gave her a thumbs up, smiling. "Not bad!"

Tang San narrowed his eyes at Ao Tian and said, "Ao Tian, you let a girl fight your battle. Aren't you ashamed?"

Ao Tian touched his cheek and said, "Nope."

"You..." Tang San pointed at Ao Tian, too angry to speak.

He realized Ao Tian wasn't just arrogant—he was shameless too.

The other boys' opinions of Ao Tian changed.

Moments ago, they had been envious. Now, they looked at him with disdain.

Relying on a girl to fight his battles? Total pretty-boy move. They hated that.

Wang Sheng, eyes gleaming with mischief, stepped beside Xiao Wu and said, "Boss, according to tradition, Ao Tian still has to accept your challenge."

"Oh? Really?" Xiao Wu looked at the 11- or 12-year-old boy.

Wang Sheng scratched his head and nodded firmly. "Yes, it's a dorm tradition."

The other boys all nodded. "Yes!"

Xiao Wu gave Ao Tian an innocent look, as if to say: Sorry, not my fault.

Just as she was about to challenge him, Tang San spoke up.

"Xiao Wu… Boss, if you don't want to fight, let me do it."

He turned to Wang Sheng and asked, "That works, right?"

From Tang San and Ao Tian's earlier exchanges, Wang Sheng already sensed tension between them—and he wasn't fond of Ao Tian either. So he nodded.

"That's within the rules. If Ao Tian loses to you, there's no need for the boss to fight."

"Then let me handle it." Xiao Wu said.

She could go easy if she fought Ao Tian.

But if it was Tang San, who knew how far they'd take it?

She had felt it earlier—Tang San was incredibly strong, and she wasn't sure Ao Tian could handle it.

"Boss, let Tang San do it. No need to trouble you." The others chimed in.

Xiao Wu looked at Ao Tian helplessly.

Ao Tian shrugged, walked forward, and handed his uniform to Xiao Wu. "Then I'll fight Tang San."

"Are you sure you can do it?" Xiao Wu whispered in his ear.

"Haha, relax." Ao Tian found her adorable and couldn't resist patting her head.

Xiao Wu blushed and pulled away, casting him a playful glare.

Ao Tian smiled and stood in front of Tang San.

"Didn't you want to teach me a lesson? Go ahead."

Tang San said, "Ao Tian, maybe you think having innate full soul power and a beast martial spirit makes you powerful—but you shouldn't be arrogant. There's always someone stronger out there. With that attitude, you'll suffer one day."

Ao Tian replied nonchalantly, "I'm proud—because I have the right to be."

Tang San shook his head, disappointed. "You're going to lose your bet with the Master. You're destined to become his disciple. And as your senior, it's my duty to guide you."

Ao Tian frowned. "Stop f*ing yapping. Let's fight."**

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