<h4>Chapter 3: Fight Me, Tu Xiuyu!</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio


    “First Miss, First Miss...” A series of anxious cries awakened Feng Tian. When she opened her eyes and sat up, a figure broke through the door and grabbed her hand, trying to pull her out of the room. “We need to save Miss Luo right away; she’s reached her limit!”


    “Chuling, what happened?”


    Chuling was the only maid Feng Tian had ever known. She’d bought Chuling as a child. Since then, Chuling had always protected Feng Tian whenever they were bullied, even if it meant being injured continuously. Chuling had been extremely loyal to her.


    “Miss Luo’s fighting with Third Miss right now in the battle ring, the battle ring that leads to death!”


    Chuling filled her in on the details as they ran. When Chuling saw Feng Tian beaten to the brink of death, she’d gone to Miss Luo for help. When Miss Luo arrived, Feng Tian had been lying unconscious on the bed. After they’d dressed her wounds, the enraged Miss Luo had charged out to settle the score with Feng Xiuyu, vowing that she would kill her future brother-inw’s shameless seductress. All of these events had led them to today’s fight in the battle ring.


    After hearing about what was going on, Feng Tian ignored the ache pulsing throughout her entire body and quickened her footsteps. Luo Yunzhu, the “Miss Luo” whom Chuling was talking about, was her former soul’s best friend. She’d been the only one who’d befriended Feng Tian while everyone else was bullying her, even if it meant offending others. She’d always protected her like an elder sister, despite being a year younger.


    The moment they arrived at the Martial Training Square, Feng Tian saw a red-d figure mmed onto the ground below the battle ring, sending spurs of dust into the air.


    “Luo Yunzhu, for the Dean’s sake, I’ll only injure you this time. However, if you continue to run your mouth and smear my name, don’t me me if, next time, I go all out.”


    Feng Tian quickly rushed over and helped Luo Yunzhu up. “Yunzhu!”


    “I’m sorry, Tian, I lost.”


    Luo Yunzhu felt pained at the sight of the long scar on Feng Tian’s face. She had sworn to be Feng Tian’s guardian, but in the end, she couldn’t protect her. She was too weak.


    Feng Tian consoled her, “Don’t worry, you’ll be strong enough to defeat her soon.”


    “Feng Tian, you despicable trash. Why do you keep instigating Luo Yunzhu to kill me? Are you trying to pit the Fengs and the Luos against each other? Are you trying to destroy the Feng Family?” Feng Xiuyu stared down at Feng Tian as she stood on top of the battle ring, a desire to kill in her eyes.


    “Chuling, take care of Yunzhu.” Feng Tian handed Luo Yunzhu to Chuling and picked up a long soft-skinned whip. She stood up and looked icily into Feng Xiuyu’s eyes. “The Feng Family is mine. What has it got to do with you? An outsider with a different name.”


    “You...” Feng Xiuyu was taken aback by Feng Tian’s response. To think that this person, who was always weak and submissive, could have a voice so chilling! Even more shocking, while Feng Tian was clearly looking up at her, she felt a rush of inferiority.


    “Tian.”


    “Miss.”


    Luo Yunzhu and Chuling shrieked together when they saw Feng Tian walk toward the battle ring. If she went into the ring, she would be surrendering all rights of death or survival. She alone would be responsible if she died.


    “How boastful for a First-stage Spiritualist to call herself a young genius.” Feng Tian stood on top of the massive stage. Snap! The long whip cracked loudly in the air. She lifted her cold eyes and challenged, “Fight me, Tu Xiuyu!”


    Whoa! Feng Tian’s words resounded through the sky like a sudden p of thunder.