Chapter 25: Chapter 6 My name is Xiaowu, the dance in dance (2)_1

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At this moment, Xiaowu looked quite bizarre, with her legs wrapped around Tang San’s neck, leveraging the forward momentum from his shoulders, she arched her body backwards, her palms on the ground. Her flexible legs, like springs, twisted around Tang San’s neck and threw him backward.

Fortunately, Xiaowu was young and wearing pants at the time; had she been in a skirt, it might have been rather embarrassing…

Tang San had never sparred with a girl before, and by the time Xiaowu wrapped her first leg around his neck, he could have reacted, but as her pant legs naturally slid down when her leg raised, the calf that clung to Tang San’s neck was bare, its tender, slippery texture characteristic of a girl’s skin caused a momentary surge in his emotions, slowing his reaction by half a beat.

When Xiaowu pressed her hands to the ground and exerted force with both legs simultaneously, it was already too late for Tang San to resist firmly. After all, a person’s neck is fragile, and he was still a child. Resisting with force could easily result in injury. Consequently, he could only let Xiaowu throw his body out.

Tang San realized that the way Xiaowu exerted her strength with her legs and used her hands to support the ground was very effective, somewhat similar to the method his father taught him where one uses one’s calves to power strikes.

He fell flat on his back, but with Xiaowu’s strength being not too great and Tang San having the Mysterious Heaven Method for body protection, he naturally wasn’t hurt.

Having tossed out Tang San, Xiaowu was already standing lithely on the ground, turning around, and looking at him with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

Getting up, Tang San didn’t have the temperament of the boss, Wang Sheng; losing was losing, and carelessness was no excuse. He knew that when Xiaowu had thrown him, she had shown mercy. Otherwise, those legs wrapped around his neck would have done more than just throw him.

Tang San encountered such a technique for the first time and it did not exist in the martial arts world of his original life. However, the technique was also very dangerous, and if his reactions had been faster at that close distance, attacking Xiaowu’s body wouldn’t have been difficult.

“I’ve lost. Could you tell me what technique you just used?” Tang San’s face flushed slightly, thinking to himself that he probably held the record for being ‘boss’ for the shortest time period ever.

Xiaowu said with a smile, “This is called ‘Soft Skill.’ It’s a technique that utilizes the body’s flexibility and resilience.”

At this moment, the other students who had been watching the fight all looked dumbfounded, especially Wang Sheng. Having been defeated by Tang San already left him bewildered, and now seeing Xiaowu defeat Tang San with a single move made his eyes widen in shock. He thought to himself, why were all the work-study students who arrived this year so powerful?

Tang San, who had little interest in the position of dorm ‘boss,’ said, “According to the dorm rules, you’ve beaten me, so from now on you’re the dorm head, our ‘boss.’

Xiaowu’s eyes showed a hint of surprise and delight, with joy prevailing, “Boss? That sounds fun, okay. I’ll be your boss from now on. Being a work-study student seems pretty good.”

Xiaowu chose a bed next to Tang San, took off her backpack and placed her belongings and uniform there.

“Um, can someone give me an introduction to our academy? ” Xiaowu asked, looking at the silent group.

At this point, the students gradually recovered from their shock, the way Xiaowu had thrown Tang San had instilled a certain fear in them.

It was still Wang Sheng who stepped forward.

“We work-study students are basically responsible for cleaning the academy, with specific tasks arranged by a teacher in charge of us. The academy has six grades, one class per grade. You and Tang San are the newcomers, so you should be first-year students. The rest of us are at least in our third year; I’m advancing to the sixth year. The academy has morning classes and self-directed practice in the afternoon. Generally, there are two classes in the morning, one on cultural knowledge and the other on Martial Souls. We work-study students often have some tasks in the afternoon to earn a little income for our meal expenses,” Wang Sheng explained to Xiaowu.

After introducing the rest of the students briefly, Wang Sheng, who had the best innate Martial Soul among these work-study students, a Beast Soul, and a strong one at that, the king of beasts, already had level 9 Soul Power. One more level up and he would be able to hunt soul beasts at graduation to obtain Soul Rings and enhance his title.

After hearing Wang Sheng’s explanation, Xiaowu glanced at Tang San and asked, “Tang San, what is your Soul Power level? I felt you were quite strong just now.”

Tang San didn’t hide it, after all, his apparent Martial Soul was the most inferior Blue Silver Grass, “I have innate full Soul Power. That’s why I’m relatively strong.”

“Innate full Soul Power?” The students exclaimed in surprise.

Tang San’s Soul Power was stronger than his own, and he was supposed to defeat him. Under the premise that no one had a Soul Ring, Soul Power played a decisive role. No wonder he was stronger than Wang Sheng, who reassured himself, thinking once he got a Soul Ring for his battle tiger Martial Soul, Tang San’s Blue Silver Grass wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

Xiaowu blinked her eyes and muttered something under her breath.

Just then, a teacher in his thirties walked in, “Have the new work-study students arrived? Step forward.”

Tang San and Xiaowu both stood up from their beds.

The teacher, with ordinary appearance, light green hair, and a blanket in his arms asked, “Which one is Tang San?”

Tang San quickly stepped forward.

The teacher said, “My name is Mo Hen, but you can call me Teacher Mo. Tang San, here is the bedding that Master has provided for you.”

Tang San took the bedding, and although it wasn’t luxurious, the clean scent that greeted him was refreshing; everything was brand new, including a pillow. Clearly, Master had thought ahead for him.