"Hmph, hit me if you dare! Do you think I'd be afraid?"
Wang Dong snorted coldly, clearly displeased.
"He" had tried to kindly advise this person, but it seemed his kindness was taken for granted, like a donkey mistaking a liver for lungs!
Seeing this, a flicker of disdain passed through Huo Yuhao's eyes.
This pitiful little princess, torn apart by her own father, let this Emanator take you and your father to fulfill your filial duties!
"What kind of look is that? Are you looking down on me?"
Wang Dong was stunned. As the little princess of the Clear Sky Sect, when had she ever been treated with such disdain?
"I don't just look down on you, even pity you a little."
Huo Yuhao pursed his lips and spoke bluntly.
Wang Dong: "???"
Wang Dong's mind was filled with question marks, utterly confused.
As the little princess of the Clear Sky Sect, she possessed twin martial souls, peerless beauty, and a figure that was still developing...
Whether it was her background or her talent, how could she possibly be pitiful in the eyes of this person?
"Enough nonsense, take this!"
Wang Dong didn't waste any more words.
She didn't even bother to summon her martial soul, confident that she could handle the young man in front of her without it.
Seeing this, Huo Yuhao's lips curled into a slight smile.
He calmly raised his arm to block Wang Dong's kick.
He wasn't a pervert; he knew Wang Dong was a girl, so he didn't grab her foot.
Instead, he simply used his arm to deflect her attack.
Wang Dong sneered at his response...
"Hiss~"
Suddenly, Wang Dong's eyes widened in disbelief.
Her kick felt as though it had hit an iron plate, and the recoil sent a sharp pain through her calf.
"It's... numb!"
"It hurts!"
"This guy doesn't fight fair, he's hiding an iron plate in his sleeve!"
Wang Dong's eyes welled up with tears, her heart filled with indignation.
Huo Yuhao: "..."
Not only had Huo Yuhao not hidden an iron plate, but even if he had, it would still be far nobler compared to Tang San's hidden sleeve arrows!
Wang Dong carefully withdrew her foot.
Though it hurt, she hadn't lost her ability to fight.
Without hesitation, she summoned her martial soul.
A pair of radiant wings, brimming with light aura, appeared behind her, while two soul rings, one yellow and one purple, rose from beneath her feet.
"You started this! Don't blame me for using my martial soul!"
Wang Dong shouted angrily, then launched another attack at Huo Yuhao.
Her words left Huo Yuhao momentarily stunned. What was she talking about?
When had he not fought fair?
Truly, Her Royal Highness the Princess had a flair for the dramatic.
Huo Yuhao shook his head and sighed inwardly.
Even if he wanted to stage the filial piety drama between father and daughter, he'd have to stay far away from Wang Dong, or else his IQ might just plummet.
What Winter Thought Fist, Winter Remembrance Sword, Vast Winter Palm…
Just thinking about it made Huo Yuhao's scalp tingle, and he felt the urge to dig out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes out of sheer embarrassment.
If this punch had hit the God of Destruction in the face, even the God of Destruction would have been stunned for a good while, right?
"Tang San, Tang San, whether it's the Tang Sect's Peerless Techniques or the Seagod's Thirteen Styles, they're all plagiarized by you. There's not a single move that's truly your own creation."
If given the chance, I will definitely make you create the Dance of Thought Fist, the Dance of Mind Sword, and the Triple Dance Palm!
(Here Dance referred to Xiao Wu)
Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth as he thought about it, and the more he pondered, the more amusing it became.
Wang Dong, seeing Huo Yuhao seemingly dazed in the middle of the fight, couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.
With a flap of her wings, she appeared in front of Huo Yuhao without warning, her fist clenched as she aimed a punch straight at his face.
He might have hidden an iron plate in his sleeve, but there was no way he could have one on his face, right?
Facing Wang Dong's attack, Huo Yuhao didn't dodge or evade, as if he were completely frozen.
The closer her fist got, the more excited Wang Dong became.
"It's about to hit!"
"Hit him...!"
"???"
Her fist passed right through Huo Yuhao's head, as if it had struck empty air. At that moment, Wang Dong was utterly stunned.
"Pink-haired boy, you think you can beat me?"
Huo Yuhao smirked disdainfully and added, "Go train for another ten thousand years."
The illusory figure vanished, and Huo Yuhao's real body appeared beside Wang Dong.
Without a second thought, and with no regard for her delicate appearance, he kicked her squarely, sending her flying.
In the original timeline, the Imitation soul skill had always been a useful tool, but it was rarely showcased in actual combat.
Moreover, in the original timeline, it was Tianmeng's kin who provided Huo Yuhao with the simulated soul skill, not Tianmeng itself.
As a million-year soul beast, Tianmeng's simulated soul skill was so powerful that even a Super Douluo would struggle to see through it!
And this was without Huo Yuhao even tapping into the power of fate.
"Ah~"
Wang Dong let out a pitiful scream, spinning through the air two and a half times before crashing heavily to the ground.
She wanted to get up and continue fighting, but the kick had knocked the wind out of her, and she needed a moment to recover.
"Well, well, Husband Yuhao, are you bullying children now?"
At that moment, Huahuo that had disappeared earlier reappeared, teasing Huo Yuhao with a playful tone.
With Huahuo's strength, Wang Dong's disguise was easily seen through at a glance.
"Wife Huahuo, who let this little child get in the way of our love?"
Huo Yuhao spread his hands and said helplessly.
It was inevitable that he'd end up clashing with this little princess in the dormitory no matter what.
Might as well find a random excuse and deal with her first.
"I see!"
Huahuo glanced at Wang Dong, then at Huo Yuhao, and said with a smile, "So, does she like me?"
Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong: "???"
"Probably. You're so beautiful, kind, and lovely, who wouldn't like you?"
"Ahahahaha... Lady Huahuo is so popular!"
"Let's go, Husband Yuhao. We should go buy some daily necessities first. This Shrek Academy is so picky, they don't provide anything."
Hearing this, Huo Yuhao understood why Huahuo had left and come back.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he walked over to Wang Dong.
"You... what are you doing?"
Wang Dong's pupils shrank. She hugged herself and instinctively backed away.
This detestable guy had already defeated her, what was he planning to do now?
And what was with the mental state of these two "couples"? They were completely insane!
"Don't worry, I'm just here to bully my classmate a little."
Huo Yuhao shook his head and said with a straight face, "Pink-haired boy, I've taken a liking to your Golden Soul Coins. Hand them over!"
Wang Dong: "???"
Wang Dong blinked, utterly bewildered. Was this guy really trying to rob her?
Her heart raced, and her hands trembled.
She, Wang Dong'er, was the little princess of the Clear Sky Sect. When had she ever suffered such humiliation?
Not only had he defeated her, but now he wanted to steal her money?
"Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!"
"I won't give you my Golden Soul Coins!"
Wang Dong gritted her teeth, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
If she got the chance, she'd make sure her father and second father taught this arrogant guy a harsh lesson.
How dare he rob her!
"You jerk, just you wait!"
"I'll get my revenge!"