Douluo Dalu: The World Suppressing Douluo

"Hmm?"

As Lin Ye was calmly arranging his toiletries, he sensed Wang Sheng approaching from behind. The moment Wang Sheng reached out to shove him, Lin Ye's eyes flashed, and with a quick reflex, he grabbed Wang Sheng's wrist in one swift motion.

"You dare resist?"

Surprised that Lin Ye had the audacity to fight back, Wang Sheng's expression turned vicious. He immediately exerted force, trying to break free from Lin Ye's grip and push him down.

Lin Ye frowned at Wang Sheng's actions. He wasn't someone who sought trouble, but if others brought it to him, he wasn't the type to back down either.

As Wang Sheng attempted to break free, Lin Ye tightened his grip on Wang Sheng's wrist, using a quick, powerful motion—much like wielding a blacksmith's hammer—to lift Wang Sheng off the ground and slam him into the floor with ease.

Lin Ye's strength was formidable. After practicing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique, the power in a single arm exceeded a thousand pounds. Even using less than a quarter of his strength, tossing a boy like Wang Sheng, who was only around eleven or twelve years old, was effortless.

Initially, Wang Sheng thought he could resist, but before he could even muster any strength, a force beyond his control surged through his wrist, flinging him into the air.

In an instant, his world spun, and Wang Sheng was slammed into the ground.

Bang!

With a crisp thud, Wang Sheng felt a sharp pain in his back and let out a muffled groan, curling up reflexively in response to the pain.

Thanks to his soul power and Lin Ye holding back, Wang Sheng wasn't seriously injured, but the pain in his back was certainly enough to make him uncomfortable.

"You... you dare hit me!"

After Lin Ye let go, Wang Sheng scrambled to his feet. Anger flooded his expression as he nursed the soreness in his back, glaring at Lin Ye before charging at him again.

"You're dead meat!"

Roaring in fury, Wang Sheng swung his right fist toward Lin Ye with all his might. Powered by his soul force, the punch packed the strength of a grown man, slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

But Lin Ye remained composed. Without a trace of panic, he calmly caught Wang Sheng's punch mid-air. Then, with his other hand, he delivered a heavy palm strike to Wang Sheng's chest, sending him flying once again.

This time, Wang Sheng soared through the air and crashed onto a nearby bed, flipping it over and landing flat on his back, sprawled out awkwardly among the dust-covered sheets.

His back injury hadn't healed, and the impact only made things worse. Wang Sheng's face twisted in pain as he groaned in discomfort.

"Boss!"

Seeing Wang Sheng get knocked down by Lin Ye's palm strike, the children around them were left in utter disbelief, gasping in shock.

"Hiss... ouch..."

Supporting himself with one hand on the overturned bed, Wang Sheng winced as he rubbed his aching back, grimacing as he clambered to his feet, covered in dust.

When he glanced at Lin Ye again, there was a flicker of fear in his eyes.

Before, Wang Sheng had thought Lin Ye's earlier move was just a sneak attack. But now, after having his full-strength punch easily deflected and being sent flying again with a single slap, Wang Sheng realized—Lin Ye was no ordinary opponent.

"Lin Ye, is your Martial Spirit really the Begonia Flower?"

Still rubbing his sore back, Wang Sheng's face was a mix of doubt and astonishment as he asked cautiously.

"My Martial Spirit is indeed the Begonia Flower. Are you convinced now?" Lin Ye replied calmly, summoning his Begonia Flower to prove his point.

Seeing the Nine-Spirit Begonia in Lin Ye's hand, Wang Sheng couldn't help but murmur in shock, "It really is a Begonia Flower, but it seems a bit different from the ones I've seen. Could it be a mutated Martial Spirit? Is that why you're so strong?"

"According to the rules of Dormitory Seven, since you've beaten me, you're now our boss from today onwards," Wang Sheng declared, having made up his mind. He looked up at Lin Ye, his tone serious.

"You challenged me just to test my strength?" Lin Ye frowned, beginning to understand the situation.

"Heh, that's how things work in Dormitory Seven. We all went through this when we first arrived," Wang Sheng scratched his head awkwardly, offering a sheepish grin.

"Fine, I don't mind being your boss, but I might not stay at this academy for long. Are you sure that's okay?" Lin Ye asked after a moment of thought.

"Not staying for long? What do you mean, Boss? You've only just enrolled, and it'll be a while before you graduate. Are you planning to transfer to another Soul Master academy?" Wang Sheng was taken aback by Lin Ye's words.

"No, I'm not transferring," Lin Ye shook his head.

"Then why?" Wang Sheng asked again, with Tang San now joining in, equally curious about Lin Ye's statement.

"I'm innately full of soul power. According to the requirements of a primary Soul Master academy, I can graduate as soon as I become a Soul Master. So, I plan to leave the academy to train after gaining my first soul ring and learning the basic knowledge here," Lin Ye explained.

"Innately full of soul power?!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Sheng and the other kids in Dormitory Seven all widened their eyes in disbelief.

Innate full soul power—this was a legendary talent only talked about in myths. Yet, standing before them was a Soul Master with that exact trait.

"Innate full soul power? Isn't that unusual?" Lin Ye asked, unfazed by their reactions.

"Unusual? Of course, it is! That's incredible!" Wang Sheng muttered, still in shock.

"Actually, Tang San is also innately full of soul power," Lin Ye added with a faint smile, pointing at Tang San.

"What?! Tang San, you're also innately full of soul power?!"

Wang Sheng felt as if a surge of blood rushed up to his throat, rendering him speechless as jealousy and frustration overwhelmed him.

"Yes, I'm also innately full of soul power," Tang San smiled humbly, not seeming to care much about it.

Seeing their nonchalant reactions, Wang Sheng inwardly screamed, struggling with an inexplicable feeling of unfairness.

This is innate full soul power, for crying out loud! How can they be so indifferent? If you don't care, give it to me!

Wang Sheng's heart silently wept with envy.

"Wang Sheng, when I leave, Tang San can be your next boss. How about that?" Lin Ye suggested after pondering for a while.

"Sure..."

Still stunned by the revelation, Wang Sheng and the other children of Dormitory Seven responded mechanically, their minds numb from shock.

"Lin Ye, I don't want to be the boss!" Tang San immediately tried to refuse, waving his hands in protest.

"Tang San, you're innately full of soul power. You'll probably get your first soul ring soon, so being the boss will be easy for you. Don't worry, we won't object," Wang Sheng sighed, a complicated look in his eyes.

"Right, right!" the other children echoed in agreement.

"But I—"

Tang San wanted to argue, but Lin Ye raised an eyebrow and cut him off.

"But what? Tang San, we're asking you to be the boss, not a lackey. All you have to do is stand up for Dormitory Seven when necessary. The rest of the time, you won't have to do anything, and others will follow you. It's not like it's difficult."

"Well... alright, then."

With no other choice, Tang San sighed and reluctantly accepted the position.

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