"Xiao Wu!"
Seeing Xiao Wu collapse unconscious, Tang San was startled, anger flashing in his eyes. After confirming that she had only fainted, he finally let out a breath of relief.
He looked at Chu Chen coldly.
"Even if Xiao Wu was in the wrong, you went too far."
"Too far?" Chu Chen replied indifferently. "From what I saw, every move she made was aimed at my vitals. Don't bother me."
He had no interest in arguing with someone so blatantly double-standard. Turning away, he continued tidying his bed. Since he had no intention of staying near Tang San, he simply lifted his bed and moved it beside Wang Sheng's.
"Brother Chu… you're too fierce…"
Wang Sheng secretly gave him a thumbs up. Over the past few days, they had all suffered under Xiao Wu's unruly behavior, but none of them had been able to do anything about it.
Now that Chu Chen was back, the atmosphere in the dormitory was finally being set straight.
Tang San stepped forward and said coldly:
"I heard from Wang Sheng that you're the boss of this dormitory. According to the rules, I challenge you."
"If you win, Xiao Wu and I will apologize. But if you lose, you must apologize to her."
Chu Chen looked at him as if he were looking at a fool.
Still, he decided to accept. Otherwise, this would only drag on endlessly. If not for the fact that this was the only work-study dormitory, he wouldn't bother dealing with them at all.
"Tang San, Rank 11 control-system Spirit Master. Spirit: Blue Silver Grass."
Tang San released his Spirit and his first spirit ring—a yellow hundred-year ring.
To Wang Sheng and the others, this was already impressive. Most work-study students came from poor backgrounds and could only obtain ten-year spirit rings.
"Go ahead."
Chu Chen nodded. A strand of Blue Silver Emperor bloomed in his hand—though in Tang San's eyes, it was just ordinary Blue Silver Grass.
"We both have Blue Silver Grass Spirits, but I possess a near-limit first spirit ring, as Teacher said—and it comes from a Datura Snake. You're not my opponent."
Tang San sneered as his Blue Silver Grass spread across the ground toward Chu Chen.
After absorbing the Datura Snake, his Blue Silver Grass had taken on a faint purple hue—proof of its toxicity. As it surged forward, it appeared aggressive and dangerous.
Chu Chen smiled faintly.
Streaks of Blue Silver Emperor emerged. Without even attacking, the sheer suppression of its aura caused Tang San's Blue Silver Grass to halt, as if restrained by an invisible force.
"How is this possible… my Blue Silver Grass…"
Tang San was stunned.
Chu Chen had no intention of exposing too much. Using only aura suppression, he condensed his spirit power, shattered Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, and closed the distance instantly.
Bang!
Though Tang San possessed grappling techniques from his previous life, Chu Chen's combat skills were no weaker.
In close combat, the two exchanged blows rapidly. Their spirit power clashed, but Tang San was clearly suppressed. In a brief opening, Chu Chen sent him flying with a punch.
Tang San crossed his arms to block, barely dispersing the force.
His arms went numb.
"How is his physical strength so great? Even with the boost from my Mysterious Heaven Skill…"
"First Spirit Ability—Binding!"
Tang San unleashed his strongest move. Thick, reinforced Blue Silver Grass surged from all directions, attempting to trap Chu Chen.
Chu Chen stomped lightly.
A Blue Silver Emperor sprouted instantly.
Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was suppressed the moment it made contact—and began to wither rapidly, like plants dying in winter. All its life force was drained and absorbed by Chu Chen.
"Impossible!"
For the first time, panic appeared on Tang San's face.
His entire combat style relied on Blue Silver Grass—but now, it was useless.
Chu Chen clenched his fist. The condensed life force surged through his body, blood qi erupting outward.
He threw a punch.
A sharp whistling sound filled the air.
Tang San's expression changed as he hastily activated Mysterious Jade Hand.
Boom!
The impact sent him flying into the wall.
Chu Chen withdrew his spirit power, ignoring Tang San's pale expression. He calmly returned to packing his things.
Once finished, he called out to Wang Sheng and headed toward the canteen.
Tang San suppressed the killing intent rising in his heart, retracting the hidden weapons he had prepared.
As Chu Chen passed by, he spoke stiffly:
"I'm sorry. I apologize on behalf of Xiao Wu."
Chu Chen ignored him completely and left with the others.
"This guy… I'll definitely wash away this humiliation."
Tang San's eyes were cold, killing intent flickering within them.
…
"Brother Chu, you're amazing! You defeated Xiao Wu and Tang San just like that. As expected of the boss of Seventh Dormitory!"
On the way, Wang Sheng kept praising him endlessly.
Only when they reached the canteen did he finally stop talking and begin eating voraciously.
"I just took back my own bed."
Chu Chen smiled faintly.
As he ate, he noticed Yu Xiaogang and Tang San in the distance, also having a meal. The two seemed to be deep in discussion, Yu Xiaogang's expression filled with seriousness and confusion.
"You lost to him? How is that possible?"
Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San in disbelief.
Tang San's first spirit ring was over four hundred years old—close to the limit for a first ring. How could he lose to Chu Chen?
"Little San, are you certain his Spirit is Blue Silver Grass? And did you clearly see his first spirit ring?"
Yu Xiaogang still found it hard to believe.
"Yes, Teacher," Tang San replied. "His Spirit is indeed Blue Silver Grass. In terms of quality, it should be similar to mine. But for some reason, whenever my Blue Silver Grass approached him, it withered instantly, losing all vitality."
Yu Xiaogang's pupils shrank.
Based on Tang San's description…
Could it be—
That Chu Chen had also cultivated poison?
"Could it be that he attached a poison-attribute spirit ring to his Blue Silver Grass? And one even more toxic than the Datura Snake?"
"How is that possible…"
After thinking it over, Yu Xiaogang felt this was the only explanation.
Only poison could cause such rapid withering.
"I must find a way to learn what his first spirit ring is. And if he truly defeated Little San, then his talent is no weaker."
"I must also find a way to take him as my disciple."
Yu Xiaogang's thoughts churned silently.