Chapter 9: Focusing Light into a Blade, Dominating Dormitory 7

Before I even reached the door, a burst of laughter and chatter in various accents came from the half-open wooden door.

It looks quite lively.

Ye Feng, carrying the quilt, walked to the door and pushed open the creaking wooden door.

Swish!

The laughter inside the door stopped abruptly.

A dozen pairs of eyes of all colors converged at the doorway, all fixing their gaze on Ye Feng.

There was curiosity, scrutiny, ill will, and a touch of schadenfreude.

Ye Feng frowned slightly.

This scene is so similar to when Tang San entered school in the original novel.

Could it be... that I'm going to have a "newlywed welcome ceremony" for myself too?

A burly, dark-skinned boy stepped out from the crowd. He was half a head taller than Ye Feng, with well-defined muscles, and looked like someone who was often involved in fights.

He looked Ye Feng up and down, then glanced at the brand-new bedding in Ye Feng's arms, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Hey, newbie!"

The boy's voice was loud and clear, carrying an undeniable air of dominance.

"We have a rule in Dormitory 7: no matter who you are or what your family does, once you enter this room, you have to follow the rules."

"The newcomers have to fight us veterans."

He held up one finger, pointed to himself, and then pointed to Ye Feng.

"We won! You're now the new leader of Dormitory 7! From now on, we'll all listen to you!"

"You lost, huh...hehe, then you'll be our lackey, serving tea, pouring water, and washing socks—you'll have to do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other boys in the dormitory burst into laughter.

This is exactly the usual tactic.

It really is... completely unoriginal.

Ye Feng remained completely unmoved; in fact, he almost wanted to laugh.

"it is good."

He uttered a single word softly.

"Then let's go."

His crisp and decisive answer surprised everyone who had been expecting him to beg for mercy or be afraid.

The dark-skinned boy, Orlan, who is now the leader of Dormitory Seven, was also somewhat surprised.

This kid looks so weak and uncouth, yet he's got guts?

"interesting."

Orland cracked his wrists, and his knuckles made a series of snapping sounds.

"I admire people with backbone. I hope your fists are as hard as your mouth!"

Ye Feng didn't waste any more words. He casually placed the bedding in his arms and the small bundle on his shoulder onto an empty wooden bed by the door.

Just as I put my things down, before I could even straighten up...

call!

A gust of evil wind rushed towards us!

Orlan moved with incredible speed, showing no regard for martial ethics whatsoever. Taking advantage of the moment when Ye Feng bent over, he unleashed a powerful straight punch aimed straight at Ye Feng's face!

This punch was fast and fierce, clearly intended to defeat the enemy in one move and give this arrogant newcomer a taste of his own medicine!

However, Ye Feng didn't even raise his head in the face of this sudden punch.

His body slid half a step to the left at an incredible angle, and with a twist of his waist, he narrowly avoided the punch.

So fast!

Orlan was startled. His fist missed its mark, but the force of the blow caused him to lean forward slightly, creating an opening.

It's now!

Ye Feng's movements were fluid and graceful. As he dodged to the side, his right hand reached out and precisely grabbed Orlan's outstretched arm. His left hand then scooped up Orlan's thigh.

"rise!"

A low shout.

Ye Feng used his waist and back strength to lift his arms upwards!

Orlan felt an irresistible force coming at him, and the whole world suddenly spun around!

"Fly away, you!"

Ye Feng swung his arm and hurled Orlan into the air, sending him flying towards the open space in the middle of the dormitory!

boom!

Orland fell to the ground, but he reacted quickly, rolling on the ground to dissipate the force and escaped unharmed.

Before she could even get her footing, she saw Ye Feng had already caught up.

Orland gritted his teeth, and instead of retreating, he advanced, using the momentum of his roll to forcefully push off with both feet against a stone pillar supporting the roof!

Using the momentum, he bounced back like a cannonball and pounced on Ye Feng again!

This move was clearly his trump card; it was fast, powerful, and executed from a tricky angle.

The other work-study students in the dormitory all gasped in surprise.

This was the move Orlan used to defeat the previous leader and establish his own position.

However, Ye Feng simply stood calmly in place in the face of this mid-air attack.

He slowly raised his hands.

hum!

A soft yet dazzling golden light shone in his palm.

The light wasn't dazzling, but it carried a sacred and majestic aura, instantly illuminating the somewhat dim dormitory.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the ball of light rapidly elongated and solidified, transforming into a sharp blade about three feet long, made entirely of light energy!

Focusing light into a blade!

"Holy crap! What's that? He didn't use his martial spirit!"

A thin boy cried out in disbelief.

"Could this be a soul skill...? This isn't something only a soul master can do, is it?"

Is this new student a Soul Master?

The other boy, who seemed somewhat knowledgeable, was trembling in his voice.

"The boss is going to lose... there's no way to dodge this move!"

"This light... such pure and luminous energy!"

A young man whose martial spirit was the Ghost Wolf felt his very soul trembling.

"Damn it, he's bitten off more than he can chew. Orlan's attempt to show off has failed this time."

Among the crowd, Wang Sheng muttered to himself with schadenfreude.

Amidst the astonished discussions of the crowd, Ye Feng, wielding a light blade, casually swung it at Orlan, who was lunging through the air.

There are no fancy moves, just a simple horizontal slash.

But the shriek that came with the light blade as it sliced ​​through the air sent chills down everyone's spines!

Orland, suspended in mid-air, was terrified!

He could clearly feel the terrifying energy contained in that light blade. If he were to be struck, he would be severely injured, if not killed on the spot!

You want to dodge, but you're in mid-air with nowhere to grab onto, so there's no way to avoid it!

He could only watch helplessly as the blade of death grew larger and larger before his eyes!

Just as the light blade was about to touch Orlan's body, Ye Feng flipped his wrist, and the sharp edge instantly turned into a broad back.

At the same time, half of the force was withdrawn.

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

The back of the light blade slammed solidly into Orlan's chest.

"Ugh!"

Orlan screamed in agony, as if he had been struck by an invisible hammer. He was sent flying even faster than he had come, and with a thud, he crashed back to his original spot, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Ye Feng clenched his fist, and the light blade instantly dissipated, turning into specks of golden light that merged into the air.

That last burst consumed nearly 20% of my soul power.

There's no need to waste time dealing with an ordinary person who isn't even a Soul Master.

He walked step by step to Orlan, who was lying on the ground, clutching his chest and unable to get up for a long time.

Orlan struggled to lift his head, his previous arrogance gone, replaced by the fear of surviving a disaster and a deep sense of awe.

"Should we...still fight?"