Chapter 7: Wang Dong's Miserable Day

"You're asking for it!"

Wang Dong had never suffered such humiliation; she had to crush this guy beneath her feet.

"First Soul Skill, Guillotine Wings."

The edges of Wang Dong's butterfly wings glowed with sharp golden light and charged at Huo Yuhao.

"Judgment!"

Huo Yuhao wouldn't use his full strength. No matter how talented Wang Dong was, she was still just a Soul Grandmaster.

"Boom——"

The two collided, Wang Dong's Wing Guillotine clashing with Huo Yuhao's light sword, sparks flying.

But both were pushed back several steps.

Clearly, neither had gained the upper hand.

"Not bad."

Wang Dong looked at Huo Yuhao. She had thought she could easily take care of this guy, but she hadn't gained any advantage.

Huo Yuhao, with a nonchalant expression, couldn't exactly say that his attack had been his weakest skill.

"Again!"

Wang Dong wasn't someone who would give up, and she was confident. How could she lose to someone around her age?

Wang Dong's figure instantly disappeared, leaving a shadow behind.

Under Huo Yuhao's spiritual detection, such tactics were useless.

Wang Dong reappeared behind him, the edges of her wings forming sharp golden light, aiming straight for Huo Yuhao's waist.

Huo Yuhao leapt, jumping above Wang Dong, avoiding the vicious attack.

"You fell for it. You absolutely can't escape this move."

Wang Dong watched Huo Yuhao above, not disappointed, but with a slight smile.

"Second Soul Skill, Light of the Butterfly Goddess!"

The golden patterns on Wang Dong's butterfly wings glowed, shooting out small light clusters.

Huo Yuhao closed his eyes and said calmly, "Fell for it? Maybe. But this farce should end now."

"Light of Justice!"

Huo Yuhao's eyes opened, Golden Pupils flashing, exuding immense power.

Holy Energy gathered in his eyes, illuminating the entire square. Some of the onlookers with lower cultivation levels couldn't help but close their eyes.

"What's with this light power?"

Wang Dong felt her whole body tremble. Her second Soul Skill, Light of the Goddess Butterfly, felt an immense oppression, an absolute suppression.

Her light was insignificant compared to the opponent's, like a firefly to the sun and moon.

She could only watch as her golden light clusters were extinguished by the light emanating from Huo Yuhao's eyes.

Wang Dong felt her body tightly bound by the opponent's light power, her Soul Power suppressed.

"What's happening?"

Fear filled Wang Dong's heart. She couldn't understand why her Soul Power and Martial Soul were so weak against him.

"Your Martial Sou doesn't seem suited to be my enemy."

Huo Yuhao said lightly, and the next moment, his light sword slashed down.

As the light faded, the onlookers slowly opened their eyes.

Huo Yuhao landed, holding the unconscious Wang Dong.

"Now you're my little brother."

Huo Yuhao hadn't harmed her, just knocked her out.

Ignoring the stares, he princess-carried Wang Dong back to the dormitory.

"This power surpasses the light power; interesting boy, looks like Shrek got a super genius this year."

The elder who had assigned the dorms watched the fight, his eyes no longer murky but filled with authoritative golden light.

In the Shrek Academy dormitory.

Huo Yuhao placed Wang Dong on the bed, then sat beside her.

"There's a faint fragrance; does this guy have body fragrance?"

Huo Yuhao sniffed his hand, feeling a bit perverted.

"No wonder she's Xiao Wu's daughter."

He looked at the sleeping Wang Dong, her pretty face captivating. Even with her short hair, her charm was undeniable.

"This face is addictive."

Huo Yuhao couldn't resist pinching Wang Dong's cheek, softly rubbing it. Her skin was really nice, and he eventually used both hands.

"So soft."

Huo Yuhao murmured without thinking.

But he restrained himself, not thinking any further.

Now wasn't the time for such thoughts; besides, Wang Dong was still young, and he'd get in big trouble.

And Wang Dong's background wasn't simple. If he went too far, he might get beaten to a pulp by her father and other protectors.

"My head hurts~"

Maybe Huo Yuhao had pinched too hard; Wang Dong opened her eyes.

"What did you do to me?"

Wang Dong instantly got angry, instinctively kicking out.

"Jerk!"

Her eyes teared up, imagining the worst: being beaten, carried back, her secret discovered, and then...

"You lost to me and became my little brother. What's wrong with pinching your face?"

Huo Yuhao wasn't embarrassed at all, patting where he was kicked.

"You have to take responsibility! Wait, you only pinched my face..."

Wang Dong had imagined the worst, planning revenge. But hearing Huo Yuhao, she checked herself.

It seemed nothing had happened. Maybe he was just too weak...

No, this jerk just pinched her face.

This guy is such a pervert...

Wang Dong shivered. Why did she get such a roommate? If only she hadn't disguised herself.

But now wasn't the time to think about this. She needed to get up and...

Right! Report him for harassment!

But same-gender...

Wang Dong had an idea, quickly getting up.

"Why did you pinch my face?"

She tried to regain her dignity, though her head still hurt. She had already lost; she couldn't be looked down on further.

"How dare you talk to your boss like that?"

Huo Yuhao reached out to tickle her underarm.

"Ah, what are you doing? Stop, it tickles..."

Wang Dong hadn't expected this, her weak spot attacked.

"I was wrong, I'll listen to you."

Wang Dong wanted to resist, but it was her weakness, rendering her helpless.

"I'll let you off this time. You don't have to get food today. Rest well, I'll bring you some."

Huo Yuhao stopped, patted her head, and left. He was hungry after the fight.

"Hmph! You jerk, you do have some conscience..."

Even after Huo Yuhao left, Wang Dong's face stayed red.

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T/N:- "Wang Dong had imagined the worst, planning revenge. But hearing Huo Yuhao, she checked herself.

It seemed nothing had happened. Maybe he was just too weak..."

In the above context provided, Wang Dong initially thought that something might have happened to her beyond just being touched on the face. However, after checking her body and realizing there was no other evidence of inappropriate actions, she considered the possibility that her initial assumptions were incorrect. She thought, "Maybe he was just too weak," as a way to rationalize why there was no further harm or inappropriate action—implying that perhaps Huo Yuhao lacked the strength or ability to do anything more than what he did, which was simply touching her face.

Underestimating a Chinese Protagonist's pervertedness and 'that' drive, heh..courting death.

That's all.