Chapter 22: Justice is served with a stunning strike!

The back mountain is not inside Notting College, but a small hill outside the back door of the college.

"Come on, Boss Xiao!"

"These two first-years are simply courting death. They actually dared to confront our Boss Xiao!"

"That loser Wang Sheng has really become a loser this time. This is the fate of going against us!"

The atmosphere in the woods was tense, and Tang San and Xiao Wu stood in front of some part-time students.

Opposite them was a team of more than twenty senior students.

The leader was wearing the uniform of the Notting Junior Soul Master Academy. He was tall and straight. Although he still looked childish, he already looked a bit like an adult.

It seemed that he was at least half taller than Xiao Wu, and he was quite handsome, but the look of contempt and disdain on his face ruined the harmony.

"Little girl, it's not too late for you to regret now. Of course, I don't mind having another pet rabbit. Your martial spirit is a rabbit, right?"

At this time, those working students looked at the noble children in front of them with resentment and couldn't help but clench their fists.

As the saying goes, the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts. Even if they become soul masters, there is still a huge gap between these poor children and those aristocratic children.

Not to mention that the children of nobles enjoy carefully prepared meals and medicinal baths every day, just from the perspective of obtaining spirit rings, the children of nobles have a huge advantage.

Unless these poor children have extraordinary talents and are recruited by a big force like the Spirit Hall, their first spirit ring can only be a white ten-year level.

There were also many poor young men who stubbornly hunted soul beasts on their own, and died tragically in the mouths of soul beasts.

The children of nobles could openly use their family property to hire people to hunt hundred-year-old soul beasts around the soul beast forest. The difference between a hundred-year soul ring and a ten-year soul ring was difficult to measure, and this innate gap was almost impossible to eliminate.

Xiao Wu no longer had that sweet smile on her face, but was replaced by an angry look.

Even though they had only known each other for a while, Wang Sheng, such an honest and loyal partner, left a deep impression on Xiao Wu.

Speaking of this, Xiao Chen couldn't help but think of something.

Why did Tang San and Xiao Wu’s daughter Tang Wutong change her alias to Wang after she came to the mortal world?

Wang Sheng, Wang Dong. Hmm, is there some unspeakable secret?

Tang San was holding a handful of stones in his hand at this time, with cold light flashing in his eyes.

His body was slightly bent and his arms were stretched forward. He had decided to use his hidden arrows to deal with these reckless noblemen.

"Tang San, you guys have wasted so much time on such a bunch of chickens and dogs?"

Xiao Chen's figure appeared on a tree next to the venue in an instant. Although there was no wind in the woods at this time, the black tights on Xiao Chen's body were rustling.

"Who are you, kid?! Aren't you afraid of getting beaten if you like to pretend like that?!"

A tall boy walked out from the group of senior students. He pointed at Xiao Chen who was standing on the tree branch and cursed him without any mercy.

"Who's Liu Long?"

Xiao Chen's voice was as cold as ice, but it contained an undisguised murderous intent, just like a demon that could devour the heavens and the earth.

The tall boy couldn't help but shudder, but when he saw that Xiao Chen was only six or seven years old, he let down his guard again.

"I am Liu Long, what do you want?"

Xiao Chen jumped down from a tall tree, but when he landed on the ground covered with leaves and dust, not even a single airflow was generated.

Whether it was leaves or dust, they all stayed quietly in place, not even a bit stirred up by Xiao Chen's leap.

If you look closely, you can see that there are two black-gold crescent moons under his feet supporting his body. "He actually used this external spirit bone to this level, and can use it to fly?" Tang San widened his eyes and thought in disbelief.

"I'm also a first-year working-study student. Since you want to compete with me, why not count me in?" Xiao Chen laughed.

At this time, the handsome young man standing in front of the senior team smiled coldly and walked in front of Xiao Chen.

"My name is Xiao Chenyu. If you don't like that, you can call me Boss Xiao."

Xiao Chen's mouth twitched and he asked, "What's your name?"

"Xiao Chenyu!"

"I don't like your name, can you change it?" Xiao Chen said helplessly.

"Bullshit! Why don't you ask who I, Boss Xiao, am? In this Notting City, no one dares to stop me even if I walk sideways, let alone in the academy!" Xiao Chenyu said angrily.

"Since you want to stand up for them, I will help you do so!"

"Our previous rule was that the ten players would take turns to play, and as long as the player won, he or she could continue to play against the next opponent. This continued until everyone on one side was defeated."

"No need to say more. I was just thinking of meeting this Liu Long. It's not impossible for me to fight ten against one." Xiao Chen said calmly.

"Hmph! Arrogant!"

"Liu Long, go!" Xiao Chenyu gave his men a look and said.

"Okay, Boss Xiao, just watch me destroy this guy just like I did Wang Sheng!"

Liu Long walked out of the crowd and came to the front of both sides.

A yellow light flashed on his hands, and a stick more than two meters long instantly appeared in his palms.

"Liu Long, spirit stick!"

However, there was nothing unusual about Xiao Chen's body at this time. Obviously, he did not summon the martial spirit to possess his body. Instead, he pulled out a rusty kitchen knife.

Then, he waved directly to Liu Long and said with a smile: "Come!"

"Boy, you actually look down on me!" Liu Long was immediately furious. "You are just being mysterious. Since you don't summon the spirit to possess your body, don't blame me for bullying you!"

After saying that, Liu Long flew into the air, and with the long stick in his hand, he chopped down directly towards Xiao Chen's head with the move of splitting Huashan Mountain with force.

Xiao Chen smiled coldly and instantly realized that Liu Long was just a fool.

In terms of fighting skills, stick techniques do not advocate hard fighting of strength, but emphasize skills and methods, using both hardness and softness.

Now, although Liu Long's flying stick looks very powerful, his body shape is unable to change in the air and his moves are already outdated, which is a taboo in martial arts.

With his toes touching the ground and his body flying into the air, Xiao Chen easily avoided Liu Long's stick, and the rusty kitchen knife in his right hand chopped along a strange trajectory.

The knife flashed, and a thumb flew out and fell to the ground.

Liu Long let out a scream and suddenly fell to the ground from the air, rolling on the ground in pain, holding his right hand.

The crowd watching was stunned at this time. Liu Long's cultivation was not weak, but he was defeated by Xiao Chen in one move without using his martial spirit, and even his fingers were cut off.

However, Xiao Chen did not seem to have any intention of letting Liu Long go at this time. Instead, he sneered and strode towards Liu Long.

"What a tough guy! He refused to admit defeat even though his fingers were broken. In that case, let's continue the competition!"

Seeing this, Xiao Chenyu hurriedly said, "Liu Long lost, stop!"

(End of this chapter)