Chapter 15 : A Lesson
15: A Lesson
A few seconds later, the surrounding girls recovered. Amidst Chen Yan's shrieks, a few girls lunged at Yuyin, throwing slaps and kicks.
An ordinary girl being bullied would have panicked at this point, shielding herself from the blows, but they had chosen the wrong opponent.
Who was Yuyin? A woman who had experienced a palanquin carried by eight vicious ghosts!
Although the girls swarmed her, they were still too slow in Yuyin's eyes.
She shoved Chen Yan toward two other girls; their slaps and kicks all landed on Chen Yan. With a backhand flick, she deflected the slaps from two more girls on her other side. Then, pressing against the stall door, she sidestepped and half-turned in the tiny space, dodging two kicks.
“Beat her! Strip her naked!” Chen Yan screamed, clutching her wrist.
Several girls rushed forward. One kicked at Yuyin's stomach, another slapped at her face, one tried to grab her hair, another to rip off her clothes, and a girl with a flamboyant hairstyle even bent down, trying to pull down Yuyin's skirt.
Instinctively, Yuyin didn't see these girls as enemies, but trying to pull off her skirt was going too far!
Yuyin's reaction speed was far greater than these petty delinquents who relied on their numbers. Before their slaps could land, Yuyin unhesitatingly delivered two backhand slaps, one forward, one back.
Smack! Smack!
The two delinquents were knocked senseless.
The incoming kick was slapped away by Yuyin's other hand, sending the girl off-balance to the side, where she collided with the people behind her.
Yuyin grabbed the girl with the flamboyant hairstyle who was trying to pull her skirt, yanking her down. Yuyin's legs were too steady; the girl was easily pulled off her feet and was unceremoniously pinned under Yuyin's foot.
Chen Yan, though just an ordinary girl with a Primordial Energy value of 56 and no cultivation, was vicious. She and another delinquent grabbed a mop and a bucket from the restroom and hurled them at Yuyin.
However, this untrained attack was far too slow and its openings too obvious. Yuyin pushed out with a palm. The force behind it, amplified by her anger, was greater than she had imagined.
Crack!
The mop snapped, and its head flew off, shattering a glass window with a clatter.
Chen Yan was also shoved back, colliding with the delinquent behind her.
Yuyin stepped forward and grabbed the mop handle.
Swoosh!
She pulled it from Chen Yan's hands. Chen Yan felt as if her palm had been seared by a red-hot iron rod, a burning pain spreading through it. Before she could scream, Yuyin was holding the mop handle with one hand at her waist.
Whoosh!
A single sweep.
No one was left standing, except for Yuyin herself.
The seven or eight girls who were usually the ones bullying others were now all sprawled on the floor, clutching their faces or limbs, wailing incoherently.
In truth, Yuyin was a little surprised. She wasn't even sure how much her strength had increased now, but it was far, far greater than when she was a boy.
The moment she realized the immense disparity in their strength, she had tried to hold back. Otherwise, these girls would have suffered more than just a little pain. This wasn't even a fight; at most, it was just teaching them a lesson.
Yuyin walked up to Chen Yan, who was on the ground and unable to get up, and gave her a faint glance.
Chen Yan, swaying unsteadily, managed to get up with surprising agility, her facial muscles twitching.
“Xia… Xia Yuyin… You’re ruthless. You just wait!”
“You bitch! Just you wait!” Chen Yan cursed a few more times as she fled to the door. The other girls also stared at Yuyin with fear on their faces, afraid she might strike again. They silently escaped, one by one, their heads bowed.
Yuyin, on the other hand, casually tossed the mop handle aside.
She couldn't help but look at her own hands, still slender and incredibly delicate. Just how much strength had she unknowingly gained?
“Dingling. You have successfully intimidated the group of bullies. Gained 2 Soul Charm Points.”
Three Soul Charm Points now.
What had been an infuriating incident suddenly seemed worthwhile, considering these 3 Soul Charm Points that were practically given to her for free. Yuyin was no longer angry.
She washed her hands a bit more carefully, straightened her clothes, and walked out of the women's restroom.
Yuyin walked out of the low, white building of the tennis club and onto the tennis court, intending to grab her racket and go home. Instead, she saw a large crowd gathered both on and off the court.
Inside were the girls she had just taught a lesson, their faces and hands still red and swollen. Standing among them was a very tall, muscular boy in a soccer uniform with thick, tattooed arms. It was Zhang Biaoyang. Chen Yan was beside him, looking pitiful and delicate, whining and complaining to him.
Outside the court, a group of boys was gathered. Each one looked either big and burly or had a fierce face. They were clearly the crowd that followed Zhang Biaoyang around, looking for fights and trouble both in and out of school.
Zhang Biaoyang was breathing heavily, his face flushed. He suddenly looked up and glared at Yuyin, his expression ferocious, as if he was about to lose control.
“You fucking… did you hit my girlfriend?”
Suddenly, ignoring the girls trying to hold him back, Zhang Biaoyang burst from the crowd. He was incredibly fast, charging toward Yuyin, a foul wind in his wake.