Huo Yuhao from The Peerless Tang Sect is incredibly talented.

Looking at this mere level 15 trash Soul Master in front of him, Wang Dong decided to give this arrogant brat a good beating.

Your martial soul is an ice silkworm, you maggot brat. Let me show you what real strength is.

The pale golden wings of the Goddess of Light Butterfly unfurled behind her with a whoosh, and two spirit rings, one yellow and one purple, lit up simultaneously. The dormitory wasn't large to begin with, and her wings almost filled half the room.

Wang Dong slightly raised his chin, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Level 15, Martial Soul: Ice Silkworm. You little maggot, I have one yellow and one purple, level 28. Are you sure you want to fight?"

Huo Yuhao did not answer. He put his schoolbag on the bed, and the Ice Silkworm slowly crawled from his sleeve to his shoulder. He yawned, and the fine silver-white downy hairs gleamed faintly in the pale golden light.

After placing his faded backpack on the bed, Huo Yuhao also struck a pose, with his arms crossed in front of his head, his center of gravity lowered, and his back bent.

Before Huo Yuhao enrolled in school, he pulled Tianmeng Ice Silkworm out of the Otaku's Happy Room and made Tianmeng Ice Silkworm disguise itself as his separated martial soul.

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm scanned the two of them, seeing that they had already taken their stances.

"Yuhao, this is your wife! At the very least, she's your ideal woman! Are you really going to take action?"

"What does Dai Yuhao's relationship have to do with me, Huo Yuhao?"

Huo Yuhao directly and righteously severed ties.

Seeing Huo Yuhao's resolute attitude towards beating his original wife, Tianmeng Bingcan really couldn't understand why his emotions in his spiritual sea had fluctuated so much just now.

You definitely still have feelings for him.

"Want a hand, Yuhao? After all, if we work together, no enemy in the world can stand against us."

"No need. The Second Ring Road is nothing to me; I can handle it all by myself."

Huo Yuhao's communication with Tianmeng Ice Silkworm was conducted through a shared mental connection, which Wang Dong was completely unaware of.

After scanning Wang Dong from top to bottom, Huo Yuhao made a move.

As soon as Wang Dong saw Huo Yuhao take action, he immediately activated his first soul skill, wanting to teach this arrogant brat in front of him a lesson.

But Wang Dong's first spirit ring had only lit up halfway, and before the light wings could unleash their first light blade, Huo Yuhao had already rushed in front of Wang Dong.

A hand reached out, and before Wang Dong could react, Huo Yuhao's hand gripped her right wrist perfectly. The point of her soul power circulation was precisely severed, and her first soul skill was interrupted.

Huo Yuhao's lips curled into a disdainful smile. "American-style charge, little princess."

The next moment, Wang Dong's knee was gently bumped from the side. It wasn't a kick, but a push. The force wasn't great, but the angle was just right to shift her center of gravity, causing her to fall backward.

Her back didn't hit the stone floor. Huo Yuhao's right knee was already under her waist, his left hand gripped her right wrist and twisted it behind her back, and his right hand pressed down on her left shoulder blade, locking her face down firmly to the floor.

The whole set of movements was so smooth and quiet that even the dorm room next door couldn't hear a sound.

In just three seconds, Wang Dong only saw Huo Yuhao rushing over before he was pinned to the ground by Huo Yuhao. Wang Dong didn't even have time to react.

What happened? How did I end up on the ground?

Wang Dong, pinned to the ground, looked on in disbelief. He tried to struggle, but found he couldn't move at all.

What made her scalp tingle even more was that while locking her up, the person also used one hand to cushion her hip bone to prevent it from hitting the stone slab and hurting her.

The problem is, Wang Dong is a girl. Although Huo Yuhao's hand was still quite a distance from her private parts, this was the first time in Wang Dong's life that she had been so close to a member of the opposite sex.

"You lost." Huo Yuhao's voice came down from above her head, still that weak, listless tone, not loud, and flat.

"Damn it, it was my carelessness. I didn't dodge. If you're so tough, let me go and we'll fight again!"

Wang Dong began to struggle again, but unfortunately, apart from his calves being able to move up and down, he couldn't move the rest of his body at all.

Huo Yuhao freed one hand and took out a dagger from his personal space.

With a click.

Huo Yuhao plunged the dagger into the crack between the bricks of the stone floor in front of Wang Dong, instantly freezing Wang Dong's struggle.

"In the life-or-death struggle, you were already dead." Huo Yuhao's voice came from above her head. "If I had moved the knife forward two inches just now, it would have been your carotid artery."

Wang Dong pressed his face against the cold stone floor, and could clearly see the subtle tremor as the blade pierced the crack in the stone.

Her breathing became erratic, and Wang Dong was truly frightened. This pampered princess had never seen such a ground before.

Back in the Haotian Sect, Wang Dong was incredibly powerful, and no one dared to treat her like that.

But Wang Dong remained defiant: "I don't accept it! I was careless, I didn't dodge!"

"You're not convinced." Huo Yuhao released her from the ground, pulled out his dagger and sheathed it, taking two steps back. "Then let's fight again."

Wang Dong got up from the ground, rubbing his wrist which had been twisted red. His overly clear blue eyes were slightly red because of his stubbornness, resentment, and grievance.

Damn it, I was careless last time. This time, I'll definitely pin you to the ground, you little maggot, just you wait.

Wang Dong had just stood up when he heard Huo Yuhao's voice, "Wang Dong, I'm here!"

Huo Yuhao leaned forward, his left hand grabbing her right wrist, his right hand gripping Wang Dong's upper arm, his body turning to the side, his left leg straddling her torso, his whole body wrapping around her right arm like a tightly twisted rope.

Wang Dong felt her right arm being straightened and locked by an irresistible force, her elbow joint being pressed in the opposite direction to an angle that made her involuntarily want to slap the ground and beg for mercy. Her face was pressed against the stone floor, and her left hand desperately slapped Huo Yuhao's calf, but she couldn't exert any force at all.

"Uh, uh, uh!" Wang Dong was locked up and couldn't speak.

"Armbar." Huo Yuhao lay down, completing the final joint lock as he spoke, "You can continue hitting me with your left hand now, but with each hit, you'll bear 70% more pressure. Do you want to try?"

Wang Dong's left hand remained raised in mid-air, motionless. She gritted her teeth, her chest heaving violently, but ultimately she didn't bring her fist down.

"Not convinced? Let's try again." Huo Yuhao released her and stepped back again.

Wang Dong got up from the ground for the second time. Her hairband was loose, her breathing was erratic, and her knee was bruised. It didn't hurt, but a feeling of humiliation burned in her chest.

She stared at him, her eyes slightly red and the whites of her eyes glistening with moisture, but she ultimately didn't let the tears fall. She took a deep breath, and this time she didn't attack rashly. Instead, she lowered her center of gravity and slowly circled around him, releasing the thinnest form of her wings of light behind her shoulders. She didn't attack, only protected herself, attempting a defensive counterattack.

Huo Yuhao waited for her to circle around to the fifth step. The instant her left foot landed and her right foot was about to lift, he pushed off the ground with his toes, cutting in from the side, close to her blind spot.

The light wings sensed the attack and automatically retracted to defend, but it was too late. His right arm went through the back of her neck, his forearm wedged above her Adam's apple, his left hand gripped his right wrist, and he leaned back, pulling her into his arms.

Wang Dong tried to struggle, bending her right elbow to slam it into his ribs. Huo Yuhao tucked his chin in, tensed his back muscles, and took the elbow strike head-on, refusing to let go. She slammed it again, and he took the blow head-on again.

Then she found that she was having difficulty breathing. It wasn't suffocation, but rather a blurring of consciousness caused by compression of her carotid artery. Her vision began to darken at the edges, and she was rapidly losing strength in her limbs.

"Naked choke." His voice was close to her ear, almost a whisper.

Huo Yuhao released his grip.

Wang Dong knelt on the ground, his hands supporting him on the stone slabs, panting heavily.

She lowered her head, her eyelashes drooping, her fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes, clenching it once and then releasing it, then clenching it again. She turned her face to the side, her lips pressed into a thin line.

She whispered, "Again!"