The Enflamed Fist used by Ten-Step Hall was nothing short of terrifying.
After being struck, the Martial Arts Club members felt their entire bodies blaze with heat, their organs burning as if set alight—an excruciating sensation that left them utterly incapacitated.
Anyone touched by it was instantly finished, their fighting spirit shattered in a flash.
They would collapse, writhing in pain on the ground to alleviate their discomfort, and it was impossible for them to fight again anytime soon.
This power could pierce through even our thick hides, inflicting scorching internal injuries directly—it was simply a perfect counter to us close-combat Demon Beasts.
And everyone could tell that Shijietang Simon had already been holding back.
If she went all out, her Enflamed Fist could absolutely burn your insides to ash.
The difference in our levels was just too great.
This kind of unique power was not something ordinary Demon Beasts like us could possibly handle.
Without the ability to resist Enflamed Fist, there was no way to contend with Ten-Step Hall.
“Shijietang Simon, let me take you on!”
A third-year officer blocked Ten-Step Hall’s path, showing off a flashy set of boxing moves, then suddenly launched a flying kick.
“Bang!”
But Ten-Step Hall deftly sidestepped, raised her hand, and delivered a blazing, sweeping punch right to his side, sending him flying.
Still, this third-year officer retreated step by step, feet skidding along the floor, but in the end he barely managed to steady himself and not fall, enduring the burning internal damage from the Enflamed Fist.
Dragon Scales appeared in patches across his body.
He seemed to have some unique ability to summon water vapor, and steam billowed from his whole body.
Judging by this, his true form was likely a Yutou Moshu, a water-type Demon Beast, and so he was able to dispel some of the ferocity of the Enflamed Fist.
But Ten-Step Hall’s prowess didn’t stop at Enflamed Fist; even neutralizing the fiery inner strength did little good.
She calmly and unhurriedly walked step by step toward the third-year officer, letting her opponent recover most of his strength before once again facing him head-on.
“Bang! Bang!”
Ten-Step Hall’s movements flowed like water—left and right hooks flattened the fish-head officer’s face, sending him crashing to the ground, unable to get up, his whole body igniting as he turned into a roasted fish.
One punch isn’t enough? Then two, or three—let’s see how many blasts of Dragon Breath your fish head can take.
The Martial Arts Club veterans looked on, dumbfounded. One by one, they started to sweat—these close-combat Demon Beasts, who feared neither heaven nor earth, not even death, actually felt fear.
If Ten-Step Hall Simon was just powerful at magic, losing wouldn’t be so shameful—they could make up an excuse.
But her close-combat skills were at a level that defied heaven and earth.
Seemingly plain and ordinary, yet in reality flawless and despair-inducing.
Her Enflamed Fist was obviously slow as could be, yet every punch landed without fail—a truly bizarre phenomenon.
Could it be the Martial Arts Club veterans didn’t know how to dodge? Didn’t know how to evade?
Of course they knew how to maneuver—only, they just couldn’t dodge.
As for why? If you ask me, who should I ask? If anyone could see through Ten-Step Hall’s ability, there’d be no need to fear her.
Now, even the third-year officer was easily defeated by Ten-Step Hall.
Her strength was on another level compared to everyone present.
It seemed only the senior Martial Arts Club president, vice president, and the Goudou Si Tianwang could hope to challenge her.
These six were said to be the strongest Demon Beasts in the God and Demon Academy’s high school division.
Especially the so-called [Goudou Si Tianwang]—they were a group of old-timers who’d repeated grades many times.
Living comfortably at God and Demon Academy, they had no interest in leaving, but their strength was extraordinary.
Otherwise, the Witches wouldn’t have allowed them to linger so long.
Of course, age didn’t matter much to Demonkind. Even after another decade, most Demon Beasts would still be considered young.
And then, in the next instant…
Old Mo finally made her move! No, wait—a devastating elbow strike!
“Bang!” rang out.
Kurosaki’s anger flared the moment she saw Ten-Step Hall’s face.
No longer slacking off, she slapped the ground with a massive hand, shattering the steps in front of the Martial Arts Club building to leap forward, vaulting over the wall of people and aiming a deadly elbow at Ten-Step Hall.
“You again, Half-Dragon!”
Ten-Step Hall’s temper flared at the sight of Kurosaki as well.
She knew Kurosaki was Orange Sea Dream’s chief lackey; last time, their match was inconclusive, but today she was determined to defeat her and dampen Orange Sea Dream’s momentum.
She instantly braced herself on the spot, unleashing a fiery Shenglong Quan without a hint of retreat, meeting the attack head-on.
“Bang! Bang!”
In the next instant, Kurosaki’s flying elbow strike smashed right into the crown of Ten-Step Hall’s head, while Ten-Step Hall’s Shenglong Quan landed squarely on Kurosaki’s chin.
The two collided in mid-air—one plummeting rapidly, the other soaring in a second leap.
Kurosaki was blasted up to the third floor, crashing into the wall and leaving a trail of fire behind her, her whole body embedded in the masonry with her chin still aflame.
Ten-Step Hall, on the other hand, landed solidly, crouching to dissipate the force, then stood up, straightened her hair, and after receiving an elbow strike, was as unruffled as if she’d just been scratched—truly a steel-headed girl.
In contrast, Old Mo drifted down like a rag doll, collapsed face-first on the ground and didn’t move, looking as if she’d been beaten to death.
“Ha! Pathetic.”
Ten-Step Hall laughed loudly, brimming with domineering presence, feeling unspeakably satisfied. She’d wanted to beat up these Half-Dragons for ages.
Especially this wicked Half-Dragon with an aura completely opposite to her own.
Ten-Step Hall was a noble honor student, Kurosaki was a rebellious delinquent; she was a bright, outgoing girl, Kurosaki was a gloomy, withdrawn minefield; Ten-Step Hall’s hair was styled in a brilliant orange princess cut, while Kurosaki went for messy deep blue hair—in short, everything about her was the opposite, thoroughly disgusting.
But Ten-Step Hall’s laughter soon froze.
Because Old Mo suddenly kipped up, shaking her head, chin still smoking, but looking completely relaxed—as if that Shenglong Quan hadn’t hurt her at all.
How could this be? That Shenglong Quan was delivered at half strength—before, even a third of that power could instantly defeat a third-year Martial Arts Club senior.
Yet this mixed-blood Half-Dragon wasn’t just unscathed; even Dragon Flame couldn’t harm her.
Ten-Step Hall’s Enflamed Fist couldn’t cause any internal injury, couldn’t even penetrate her tough hide.
“Is that the extent of your Dragon Breath?” Kurosaki taunted.
“…” The corner of Ten-Step Hall’s mouth twitched.
She didn’t even know why, but this girl made her especially angry.
Usually, she didn’t get mad at her opponents—most weren’t even worth her attention.
Only Qingshamu and Orange Sea Dream were barely passable.
But this Half-Dragon in front of her wasn’t someone she respected—she looked down on her, despised her.
This kind of half-baked existence was an insult to our Ancient Dragon Clan!
She had to show her the true power of the Ancient Dragons!
“Orange Sea Dream doesn’t dare face me, so she sends a mixed-blood mongrel dragon like you to stop me?”
Ten-Step Hall taunted as she slowly took up a fighting stance, clearly more serious than before, no longer as casual and relaxed as just now.
“Fat Dragon, stop barking—if you’ve got guts, fight me again.” Kurosaki swayed into her fighting posture, tossing a jab of her own in return.
“You know nothing! This is my perfect transformed physique!” Ten-Step Hall was rattled, snapping back in anger.