SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
On March 10th at Heavenly Lotus Academy, in the early morning when the night was still and the stars had sunk, the sounds of flesh impacting flesh echoed from a dimly lit grassy area by the lake, untouched by streetlights.
"No, don't... stop... I... I can't take it anymore... AHHH!"
With a low roar, Zhao Huo collapsed, his body crumpling to the ground like a boneless heap, as if his soul had fled.
He had been beaten.
Lying on the grass and looking up at the starless night sky, the aching Zhao Huo looked at the svelte figure before him and asked, puzzled, "Are you really a student at Heavenly Lotus Academy? But besides Gu Yueyan, no other student has reached Third-level Cultivation. And your name... it's not on the student roster either..."
