Chapter 152: Only I Can Touch My Woman, Understand?

At that moment,

Zhao Ming leapt into the air, pulling Meng Yiran into his arms.

His eyes turned cold as he stared at the lecherous man. In Zhao Ming's eyes, this man was already as good as dead.

Daring to lay hands on his woman was a clear sign of a death wish.

Even Zhao Ming himself hadn't touched Meng Yiran yet.

"Zhao Ming? Is it really you?"

Meng Yiran looked up at Zhao Ming with surprise and delight. She had thought he had perished under the Titan Giant Ape's attack, but he was alive. Instantly, joy filled her heart.

"Of course it's me. I thought if I wasn't around, you wouldn't come to Shrek Academy. But it seems you still made it," Zhao Ming said with a bright smile. Meng Yiran was as beautiful as ever, her slender waist glistening with sweat from the battle.

Holding her like this, he could even smell her fresh and pleasant fragrance.

"I, Meng Yiran, always keep my word. I promised to come to Shrek Academy, so of course I came. And it wasn't for you," Meng Yiran said, her voice softening as she blushed at Zhao Ming's smile.

She suddenly remembered what her grandmother had told her… about him…

"Did I guess right? You like me, don't you?" Zhao Ming chuckled. As an expert in romance, he could easily read a girl like Meng Yiran.

"No way! Don't talk nonsense." Meng Yiran's face turned bright red as she quickly pushed Zhao Ming away, not allowing him to continue holding her.

Seeing her shy reaction, Zhao Ming decided not to tease her further.

There was a more important matter to deal with right in front of him.

"Let me deal with this guy first, and then we'll talk." Zhao Ming spoke gently, then coldly shifted his gaze to the lecherous man ahead.

"Okay." Meng Yiran felt a sense of sweetness in her heart as she looked at Zhao Ming standing protectively in front of her.

Just moments ago, she had almost been groped by that pervert's filthy hands.

The thought of it made her feel disgusted.

If Zhao Ming hadn't come, she truly didn't know what she would have done.

But thankfully, he was here.

"You brat, you must have a death wish!" The lecherous man glared at Zhao Ming, his eyes full of fury. He had been so close—just inches away from feeling the softness of that beautiful girl. But just as he was about to succeed, he was interrupted.

So close, just so close!

His eyes burned with rage as he glared at Zhao Ming.

"If you touch my woman, then you're the one with a death wish." Zhao Ming sneered. A mere thirty-fifth-ranked Soul Elder dared to act so arrogantly in front of him.

Zhao Ming didn't waste any more words on him.

In an instant, his figure flashed with ghostly speed.

"Smack."

With a dull sound, the lecherous man was sent flying by Zhao Ming's slap without any warning.

The gap in their strength was so vast that the man didn't even have a chance to react.

"You—"

The lecherous man finally realized that Zhao Ming's strength far surpassed his own—so much so that he was utterly powerless.

Enduring the pain on his face, he struggled to his feet, staring at Zhao Ming in terror. His words were now slurred, incomprehensible due to his injuries.

Zhao Ming smirked. His right hand, fused with the ten-thousand-year Dark Gold Terrorclaw, had distorted the bones on the man's right cheek with that slap. He would be disfigured for life.

But that was just the beginning.

Having dared to offend his precious Yiran, Zhao Ming wouldn't let him off so easily.

Zhao Ming reached out and grabbed the man's left hand.

He had seen it clearly earlier—it was this hand that had almost touched Meng Yiran.

The thought of a pervert touching a place he hadn't yet touched filled Zhao Ming with rage.

"Stop!" The host of the battle platform finally reacted, rushing over. Seeing the male contestant beaten to such a state, he felt both shocked and furious.

Zhao Ming shot the host a cold glance but ignored him.

Applying a bit of force, Zhao Ming ripped the man's left arm off.

"Ah!" The man's agonizing scream echoed through the arena, causing the audience's skin to crawl as they watched the brutality on the stage.

With a surge of soul power, Zhao Ming cleared the bloodstains from himself and then kicked the lecherous man off the platform. A moment earlier, he had used a trace of the Undying Flame to attack that specific area, ensuring the man would never regain his reproductive abilities.

"You dare commit violence in front of me?" The host rushed over, his face livid as he confronted Zhao Ming.

"Did you not see this man attacking Yiran even after she had surrendered?" Zhao Ming said coldly, his eyes indifferent as he stared at the host.

"Soul battles inevitably involve some accidents. When Miss Meng Yiran suddenly surrendered, the contestant naturally couldn't stop in time." The host frowned. Of course, he knew what the man intended, but he had seen such incidents many times in the Great Soul Arena.

Unless it involved someone of significant importance, he usually turned a blind eye.

In these sparring battles, he only had to ensure no contestant was seriously injured or killed. Everything else was unimportant. Intervening too much could cause unnecessary trouble.

However, now that Zhao Ming had injured the contestant so severely, the host had no choice but to act. Otherwise, he would be held accountable for the contestant's injuries.

"Is this the rule of the Great Soul Arena, or just your own rule?" Zhao Ming retorted with disdain.

"Of course, it's the rule of the Great Soul Arena. You've violated the rules and ignored the authority of the arena, so you will be punished severely as an example."

"It seems you don't understand. There are some people you simply cannot provoke." Zhao Ming's eyes grew colder as he looked at the arrogant host.

With that, Zhao Ming delivered a heavy slap, sending the host flying several meters.

Then, in a flash, he stomped down on the host.

"Guards, seize him immediately!" The host, initially unaware of Zhao Ming's strength, now realized he had kicked an iron plate. Zhao Ming's power was overwhelming.

He was a forty-fifth-ranked Soul Ancestor, yet he was helpless before Zhao Ming.

Just how strong was this man?

But his fear quickly turned to fury. The Great Soul Arena had more than just him. Attacking the head of the platform in public meant Zhao Ming had signed his own death warrant.

"I told you, there are some people you cannot provoke." Zhao Ming shook his head, seeing the killing intent in the host's eyes. He stomped harder, snapping the man's neck.

With Zi Ji and Bi Ji backing him, he didn't fear anyone. Even if the owners of the Great Soul Arena came, he could crush them.

His indifferent gaze turned toward the dozen or so guards rushing toward him.

With a flick of his hand, black flames ignited on their bodies.

In seconds, they were reduced to ashes.

Such terrifying power shocked everyone.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence, all eyes fixated on Zhao Ming.

"My god…"

"What did I just witness?"

"Is this what it means for a hero to rage for a beauty?"

Everyone watching couldn't help but gasp, their eyes filled with awe and a sense of pity.

To offend the Great Soul Arena—how could he escape unscathed?

"As long as I'm here, if anyone bullies you, tell me, okay?" Zhao Ming said, holding Meng Yiran's hand.

Meng Yiran was in a daze, nodding blankly.

"This isn't good. You killed someone from the Great Soul Arena—they won't let you off," Meng Yiran said, her chest heaving slightly, her brown eyes filled with concern as she looked at Zhao Ming.

The Great Soul Arena was an immense force.

Even her family of soul beasts was insignificant before it.

Yet Zhao Ming had been willing to offend such a powerful organization for her sake.

"What's the Great Soul Arena? If anyone dares touch my woman, even if it's the Emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, I'll find a way to eliminate him." Zhao Ming smiled confidently.

Meng Yiran wanted to refute his claim of her being his woman, but seeing how much Zhao Ming had done for her—knowing the trouble he might face—she couldn't bring herself to say anything.