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"That was embroidered by my sister."

The petals of the flowers on the quilt are purple, with a silver border. Although it's not perfect, it was made by Nala.

Tang Wulin still clearly remembered, back then, he was sitting beside Na’er, smiling as she embroidered flowers on his bedclothes, even teasing her, saying that she was a weird flower, not as pretty as Na’er.

"Son, remember this for me, here, I'm the one in charge." Zhou Changxi stuck out his thumb and pointed to his chest.

Yun, who was sitting on the other side of the bed, suddenly felt something was amiss. The temperature in the room seemed to be affected by something, as if it had dropped.

Then he saw Tang Wulin slowly raise his head.

His eyes had turned bloodshot, his hands clenched into fists, the knuckles cracking with a "pop" sound.

Zhou Changxi lifted his chin defiantly, "Bite me"

Tang Wulin moved, he surged forward like a cannonball, charging towards Zhou Changxi. His right fist blasted out, sending a series of air bursts with every swing. He was almost instantly in front of Zhou Changxi.

Zhou Changxi wasn't a fool, of course he could see that Tang Wulin had the potential to erupt. He was already prepared. Watching him punch towards him, his right hand shot out, wanting to deflect his fist to the side.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Whoosh!"

The first sound was the thud of Zhou Changxi’s palm striking Tang Wulin’s fist. His judgment was accurate; he had indeed struck him. However, his palm felt like an ant trying to shake a giant tree, unable to budge Tang Wulin’s fist even an inch.

On the second sound, Tang Wulin's fist slammed into his chest. The dull thud sent him flying backward.

The last sound was Zhou Changxi's body flying out, smashing through the window. He flew out of the dormitory directly from the second floor.

"Ah!" A scream followed closely behind.

At this time, Yun had completely sat up from the bed, staring blankly at Tang Wulin who was radiating an aura like a Tyrannosaurus Rex at this moment. The book in his hand fell to the floor, but he didn't even feel it.

Zhou Changxi, with a martial soul of the Great God Ape, is an eleven-level Soul Master of the Strength type. He was assigned to Class Five and this dormitory simply because his soul power wasn't high enough. However, he was the strongest and most powerful among his peers that Yun had ever seen.

Yun could be absolutely certain that Tang Wulin's punch that sent Zhou Changxi flying hadn't contained any soul power. It was just a pure, unadulterated fist strike.

Because his Martial Soul was the Great Strength God Ape, Zhou Changxi's bones were different from ordinary people and much heavier. So, although he was only nine years old, his actual weight exceeded that of a fully grown adult.

Despite his powerful physique, he was sent flying by Tang Wulin's punch, crashing through the window. What kind of strength was that

At that moment, a person walked in from outside. Dressed in black athletic wear, he had a cold expression. As soon as he entered the dormitory, he saw things scattered everywhere. He frowned and kicked Tang Wulin's scattered belongings with his foot. He then coldly said to Tang Wulin who was blocking his way: "Move aside."

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Tang Wulin's emotions were already in a very unstable state. His mind was filled with images of Na 'er's smile and laughter. Zhou Changxi stepping on the duvet felt like he was stepping on Na 'er to him. The cold and aloof young man kicking away his belongings was undoubtedly fuel to the fire.

"You're looking for death!" Tang Wulin roared, charging at the opponent with a burst of speed. Another punch!

The aloof young man didn't even glance at him. His foot moved slightly, his body shifting sideways to avoid Tang Wulin's fist while his elbow swept across his back and his left leg extended below.

Suddenly, Tang Wulin was flung out of the room by the combined force of his dual powers. This time, however, his trajectory wasn't towards the window but rather the dormitory door.

Yun Tun swallowed nervously. Back in primary school, he was known as the class genius, but now he suddenly felt like his brain wasn't up to par. What was going on

"Damn it!" Tang Wulin's roar echoed once more, this time his voice reverberating throughout the entire hallway. His figure, like the wind, surged back into the dormitory and pounced on the aloof young man again.

A trace of surprise flashed in the cold youth's eyes. He had never known what it meant to hold back. Just now, he had struck with all his might, yet the other party was able to get up so quickly. Moreover, when he had elbowed Tang Wulin in the back just now, he distinctly felt a slight rebound force from his opponent's back, dissipating much of his own strength.

The jump, the turn, the spinning kick. The three moves were completed in an instant, like flowing clouds and water. Not only did it dodge Tang Wulin's attack, but a leg swept across his back, kicking him up into the air before he crashed heavily onto the bunk bed Tang Wulin had chosen earlier.

The wooden bed was instantly shattered, Tang Wulin's clothes were ripped in several places.

The aloof young man landed gracefully, right on top of the blanket Tang Wulin had dropped. He also just happened to step on the embroidered flower Na'er had stitched onto it.

Tang Wulin roared in anger, "Why are you all so cruel!" White light surged, a pure white tenth soul ring rising from beneath his feet. Tendrils of blue silver grass surged forth, swarming towards the aloof young man.

Lan Yincao's Ten-Year Soul Ring skill, Tang Wulin's first soul skill, Entangle!

Thin vines surged into the dormitory in an instant, filling every corner. Although the aloof young man was agile, it was impossible to dodge so many vines within this cramped space.

But his reaction was extremely fast. With a flick of his right hand, a dazzling golden light appeared, and at the same time, a circle of yellow soul rings rose from beneath his feet. The golden light flickered, drawing an arc in the air, and slashed towards the blue silver grass that was swooping down on him.

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His strike was incredibly precise, the golden short dagger accurately severing each strand of blue silver grass that swirled towards him. However, to his surprise, a strange thing happened. Though the blue silver grass was dispersed, it didn't break as he had expected.

"Not good!" the aloof young man cried inwardly. If he had retreated first, he might have still been able to rush out of the dormitory and escape. But since he hadn't managed to sever the silvergrass, more of it had already surged forward. In an instant, it swept over him, completely binding him.

The cold and arrogant youth's soul ring glowed brightly under his feet, the blade of the short dagger in his hand shimmered, accompanied by a faint dragon roar. He was trying with all his might to break free from the bind of the Blue Silver Grass. But just then, a fist kept growing larger before his eyes.

"Bang—"。All ten glass tubes, each with ten small balls eventually entering, signifying the completion of the draw. 。Guan Yue nodded toward the rostrum, indicating that the drawing was okay. 。Of course, no on...