After finishing his meal, Duan Yuanchen headed straight to the classroom.
Just as their class ended, they ran into some senior students looking for trouble.
Both sides agreed to resolve the matter in the forest behind the academy.
All the working students, including Duan Yuanchen, stood behind Xiao Wu without hesitation.
Opposite them was a team of over twenty senior students, looking aggressive.
The leader was the notorious Xiao Laoda.
When they first met in the cafeteria, he had mocked and ridiculed them.
Wearing the Nuoding Junior Spirit Master Academy uniform, he was tall and upright, standing out clearly in front of the crowd.
Although there was still a hint of childishness on his face, the contours of an adult were already faintly visible.
Judging solely by height, he was at least a head taller than Xiao Wu.
His appearance could also be considered handsome.
It was just that the contemptuous and disdainful expression on his face greatly diminished all that harmony.
He spoke very arrogantly: "Little girl, it's not too late to regret it now..."
Xiao Wu's expression was no less inferior, also wearing a look of disdain.
It was just that her disdainful expression, combined with her delicate, rosy face, felt a bit cute.
She pointed her finger at him and said bluntly: "Xiao Laoda, you aren't scared, are you? If so, then be my little sidekick from now on!"
But the Xiao Laoda opposite pretended to be relaxed and laughed out loud: "Me, scared? Let me tell you, Wang Sheng... did you working students get your brains crushed by a door? How could you find a little girl to challenge me?"
Xiao Wu's expression was already looking unpleasant, and she urged: "Stop rambling, hurry up and say how we're going to compete!"
Xiao Laoda's eyes rolled around, revealing cunning in his gaze.
"Don't worry, I won't bully you. You have 11 people on your side, right... We will only send 11 as well."
"You come one by one, and if you win, you continue to compete against the next opponent. Until everyone on one side is eliminated."
Xiao Wu responded without hesitation: "Fine! Then let's start! Who's coming first on your side? Hurry up and step out!"
Hearing this, Xiao Laoda revealed a smile of being in complete control.
"Little girl, no matter how powerful you are, the others are just for show! A war of attrition will wear you out!"
Thinking of this, he gave a subtle signal to his subordinates behind him.
A burly senior student immediately stepped forward, walking with long strides.
Wang Sheng gritted his teeth, his eyes firm: "Sister Xiao Wu, let me take the lead for this first match!"
Xiao Wu had the bearing of a big sister, nodded readily, and approved his request.
Wang Sheng took a deep breath and adjusted his state.
He strode to the very front of the confrontation and shouted loudly: "Liu Long, come at me if you have the guts!"
Yellow light instantly flashed on Liu Long's palms.
A long staff over two meters long appeared out of thin air.
Grasping the long staff, he said aggressively: "Defeated loser Wang Sheng, if I don't beat you into lying in bed for a few days today, I wouldn't be worthy of the name Liu."
Wang Sheng hadn't even had time to respond.
Xiao Wu, standing behind him, giggled: "Hey! If you lose, you might as well just call yourself 'Wilted Flowers and Fallen Willows' from now on."
Liu Long's face instantly darkened.
Without saying another word, he stamped his foot and quickly stepped forward.
The long staff in his hand was like lightning, carrying a whistling wind, and smashed fiercely towards Wang Sheng's head.
The glow of spirit power also shone on Wang Sheng's body.
He let out a deafening tiger roar, neither dodging nor retreating.
He crossed his arms tightly and went to meet the opponent's long staff.
A dull thud echoed in the air.
Wang Sheng's figure stumbled back two large steps.
The spirit power on his arms seemed to be activated, suddenly surging back up.
His hands quickly grabbed at the opponent's long staff, which carried the momentum of wind and thunder.
Despite the shield of spirit power circulating on his arms.
Wang Sheng's arms were still left with shocking bloodstains.
Bruises quickly appeared, and pain was unavoidable.
A cold smile curled on Liu Long's lips: "You still haven't learned your lesson! This isn't just an ordinary staff, it's my Spirit!"
The long staff that Wang Sheng was gripping tightly vanished strangely.
The next moment, the re-summoned long staff slammed heavily into his chest.
Powerful force pushed him backward, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.
But he quickly sprang back up.
A tiger roar burst from his mouth again, carrying an unyielding fighting Spirit.
But the result was very regrettable.
Just as he steadied his stance, before he could launch a counterattack.
The long staff struck again like a violent storm, sending him flying once more.
"Wang Sheng is still too young and hot-headed, going head-to-head directly; he can't get close at all."
Xiao Wu watched the battle unfolding before her, her brows furrowed, muttering to herself.
At this moment, Duan Yuanchen's voice suddenly rang out in her ear: "To win, Wang Sheng must get close; otherwise, he has no chance at all."
By now, Wang Sheng was covered in bruises and purple marks of all sizes.
Accompanied by an increasingly weak tiger roar, his spirit power was clearly waning.
Conversely, the opponent had been very relaxed from start to finish, not letting Wang Sheng touch a single hair.
It was as if he were playing a game of cat and mouse: "Wang Sheng, are you actually capable of anything! If you can't beat me, just surrender!"
But the already destined fate of the Book Martial Soul quietly played its role.
Liu Long suddenly discovered that his hands holding the long staff seemed to have lost all their strength.
Wang Sheng seized the opportunity, his tiger claws slamming fiercely onto Liu Long's hands.
This blow sent Liu Long flying, completely losing his balance.
Wang Sheng's right leg, like a tiger's tail whip, slammed heavily onto Liu Long's back.
With a roar, Liu Long was smashed fiercely onto the ground.
Wang Sheng let out a loud roar: "Don't underestimate me!"
Xiao Wu watched with great interest, teasingly saying: "See! 'Wilted Flowers and Fallen Willows' is indeed just 'Wilted Flowers and Fallen Willows', simply vulnerable! Xiao Laoda, what do you have to say now?"
Xiao Laoda waved his arm, signaling his other subordinates to quickly take the injured Liu Long to the school infirmary.
"We'll count the first match as our loss."
Xiao Laoda pointed to a thin, short senior student beside him: "Ling Feng, you go."
This student was very thin and had a face with a small nose and small eyes.
He didn't look like a twelve-year-old child.
Instead, he looked more like a peer of Xiao Wu and the others.
"Call Wang Sheng back!"
Duan Yuanchen whispered in Xiao Wu's ear: "I'll go!"
"Wang Sheng, come back first! Yuanchen will take this round, you can go rest for a while!"
Xiao Wu immediately called out.
At this moment, Wang Sheng was still immersed in the excitement of defeating Liu Long.
But he was obedient and returned to his teammates: "Alright!"
Ling Feng cast his gaze toward Duan Yuanchen, his eyes filled with a bit of memory: "I remember you... you were quite eye-catching in the cafeteria earlier!"
Hearing this, Duan Yuanchen calmly opened the illustrated page of his Book Martial Soul.
He said in a very calm tone: "Then please begin!"