Chapter 6 My name is Xiaowu, dance-related Wu (2)_1

At this moment, her appearance looked quite bizarre. Xiaowu's legs were wrapped around Tang San's neck, leveraging the momentum from pushing against Tang San's shoulders, she arched her upper body backward, her palms bracing against the ground. Her flexible legs, like springs, were coiled around Tang San's neck and she was able to fling him backwards by flipping him over her head.

Fortunately, Xiaowu was young and wearing pants at the time; had she been wearing a skirt, that would have been rather... embarrassing.

Tang San had no experience in dealing with girls in combat. When Xiaowu's first leg coiled around his neck, he could have reacted, but as her leg lifted, the hem of her pants naturally slid down a bit, and the calf that touched Tang San's neck was bare. The smooth skin of a girl's leg caused a ripple in Tang San's emotions, and as a result, his reaction was delayed by a half beat.

When Xiaowu placed her hands on the ground and pushed with both legs at the same time, it was too late for Tang San to resist. After all, the neck is fragile, and he was still just a child. To forcefully resist with just his strength could easily injure his neck. With no other choice, he had to let Xiaowu throw him.

Tang San realized that Xiaowu's method of using her legs and bracing herself with her hands effectively utilized all her strength, and it was somewhat similar to the technique his father taught him about using the calves to power the swings of a hammer.

Falling flat on his back, Tang San wasn't hurt thanks to the lightness of Xiaowu's strength and his own Mysterious Heaven Method body protection.

After throwing Tang San, Xiaowu was already nimbly standing on the ground, turning around and looking at him with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

Getting back to his feet, Tang San was no King Saint; a loss was a loss, and being caught off guard was no excuse. He knew that when Xiaowu had thrown him, she had shown mercy. Otherwise, the legs that had been coiled around his neck could have done more than just throw him.

Tang San had never encountered such a technique before. To his recollection, there was nothing similar in the martial arts of the world he was originally from. However, the technique was quite dangerous, and had his reaction been a bit quicker, striking Xiaowu at such close range might not have been difficult.

"I lost. Can you tell me what technique you just used?" Tang San's face blushed slightly. He thought to himself, he must be the shortest-tenured boss in the history of Dormitory 7.

Xiaowu said playfully, "This move is called Soft Skill. It utilizes the flexibility and resilience of the body to exert force."

At this moment, the other dormitory students who had been watching were staring dumbfounded, especially King Saint. He already found it somewhat inconceivable when Tang San had defeated him earlier, and now seeing Tang San being defeated with a single move by this pretty young girl, his eyes were wide with disbelief. He thought to himself, why are all the work-study students this year so formidable?

As for the position of dorm boss, Tang San really had no interest in it. He said, "According to the dorm rules, since you won, you'll be the new dorm head from now on. That means you're the boss of all of us."

A flicker of surprise and delight appeared in Xiaowu's eyes, more joy than astonishment. "Boss? That sounds fun. Okay, I'll be your boss from now on. Seems like being a work-study student isn't too bad."

Xiaowu picked a bed next to Tang San and took off her luggage and school uniform, placing them together.

"So, who's going to fill me in about our academy?" Xiaowu asked, looking at the silent crowd.

Only then did the students begin to slowly recover from their shock. The ease with which Xiaowu had thrown Tang San had instilled a measure of fear in their hearts.

King Saint stepped forward.

"As work-study students, we're mainly responsible for cleaning the academy, and the specific tasks are arranged by the teacher in charge of us. The academy has six grades, one class per grade. You and Tang San are newcomers, so you should belong to the first grade. The rest of us have been here for at least three years—I'm going up to grade six this year. The academy has morning classes, and in the afternoon we practice on our own. There are generally two lessons in the morning, one on cultural knowledge and one on Martial Souls. We work-study students usually have some tasks in the afternoon, which earn us a little income to cover our food expenses."

King Saint gave them a brief introduction to the other students. Among these work-study students, the one with the best innate Martial Soul was King Saint himself, not only a Beast Soul but also a king among beasts, known for its combat prowess. His Soul Power had reached level 9, and one more level would allow him to participate in soul beast hunts upon graduation, in order to obtain a Soul Ring and advance his title.

After listening to King Saint, Xiaowu glanced at Tang San and asked, "Tang San, what level is your Soul Power? I felt like your strength was pretty substantial just now."

Tang San didn't hide it, as his apparent Martial Soul was the most worthless Blue Silver Grass, "I have innate full soul power. So my strength is relatively strong."

"Innate full soul power?" The students exclaimed in surprise.

King Saint finally felt vindicated. With Tang San having stronger Soul Power than himself, it was only natural for Tang San to have defeated him. Without Soul Rings, Soul Power played a decisive role. No wonder his strength was greater than his own. Confident in his heart, King Saint thought to himself that his Martial Soul was the combat tiger. Once he and Tang San both obtained Soul Rings and entered the Soul Master title, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass would definitely be no match for his combat tiger.

Xiaowu blinked, murmuring something under her breath.

Just then, a teacher in his thirties walked in, "Are there new work-study students? Step forward."

Tang San and Xiaowu both stood up from their beds.

The teacher was plain-looking with light green hair and was holding a set of bedding, "Which one is Tang San?"

Tang San quickly stepped forward.

The teacher said, "My name is Mo Hen, and you can call me Teacher Mo. Tang San, this is the bedding Grandmaster gave you."

Tang San received the bedding. Though it was nothing luxurious, a fresh and clean smell was evident, all of it brand new, including a pillow. Grandmaster had clearly thought of everything for him.