My Arrogant Young Lady

Her face flushed red, and Dong'er suddenly lifted the huge trash can. Then, she hurled it at the group of thugs.

A deafening roar followed. The group of thugs immediately collapsed with screams of pain. The arrogance on Bai Yi Bing Xin's face vanished, her mouth agape as she stared at the talented Li Da Zi, saying, "Cousin, is this the trash you were talking about? Garbage?"

"These two girls... they know martial arts too?!" Pale-faced, Li Dacai suddenly remembered. Last time at school, when they saw us holding five strange-looking boys and girls, these two girls had also intervened. Not only had they attacked, but the seemingly innocent-looking girl seemed even more ruthless. With just one punch to a chubby boy, he was smashed to the ground.

By this time, only a few thugs remained standing. Xia'er struck another thug down with her whip, then lashed the whip fiercely at Li Dacai.

Li, the talented scholar, tried to dodge, but the whip was as fast as lightning. Before he could even move, it was already wrapped around his neck. Then, he felt difficulty breathing, and a tremendous force came from the whip. He was suddenly pulled down by the whip, his body sliding on the ground and being dragged in front of us.

He looked up, his face grim, and glanced at me. Seeing my calm expression, he was filled with remorse. "You, who exactly are you?!"

Without saying a word, I simply stared at the woman in white, Bingxin. After Xia'er and Dong'er had defeated all the thugs, the woman in white, Bingxin, turned pale and ran away.

She pouted. Dong'er chased after him and kicked him to the ground. Then she grabbed one of his legs and dragged him right in front of us.

At this moment, the white-clad Bingxin had transformed into the black-clad Bingxin. Raising her head, the black-clad Bingxin looked at us in terror and said, "Who...who are you people? You're probably students from one of the thirteen schools in Nancheng, right? Why have I only heard of Young Master Bao and Tang Ning? I've never heard of you before?"

Seeing Bai Yibingxin's disheveled appearance, I chuckled and snapped my fingers. Dong'er, understanding, immediately adopted a serious expression and loudly proclaimed, "My young master is the Fiery Cloud Evil God of the thirteen schools in Nancheng! How dare a piece of trash like you even hear of my young master's existence!"

"Fire Cloud Evil God?" Upon hearing my nickname, Bai Yi Bingxin's eyes flickered uncertainly.

"Your Highness, what should we do with these two boys?" Dong'er asked me.

"..." After hearing Dong'er's words, I looked at Li Dacaizi.

The moment our eyes met, Li the Great's expression changed drastically. Fear gripped him, but his eyes still held a hint of resentment. Breaking free from Xia'er's whip, he scrambled to his feet and immediately pointed at me, roaring in terror, "Impossible! Impossible! For two years in this school, you've always been a lowly figure. And now, how could you possibly defeat me, and even defeat my cousin nicknamed 'White-Clad Ice Heart'! Impossible! I, Li the Great, could never be defeated by you!"

"Who are you? What kind of person are you? Why are you pretending to be weak while actually being strong? Why are you making fun of me? I've always been a chosen one, excellent in both my studies and family background. How could someone like you possibly defeat me!" The talented Li ran his hands through his hair, looking utterly disheveled.

I laughed after hearing what the talented Li said.

"I'm sorry, you have no right to know!" With a snap, Dong'er lightly snapped her fingers...

Chapter 122 Runtu

There was once hatred in my heart, and endless resentment towards this world. But since I met An Yao, all the hatred in my heart has vanished in an instant.

I understand now. I'm actually the heir of a super-powerful family. And my family is enormous; I'm not an ordinary person.

An Yao, Tian Lei, Di Huo, Hurricane, Lightning—she and each of them are no ordinary people. They are masters within the family, true martial arts experts. If I wanted to vent my anger, they could cripple Tang Wendi and all those who bullied me with a single hand.

With experts like them protecting me, I'm safe. Being with them every day, I know that ordinary people like Li Dacaizi pose no threat to me.

When you have confidence in your heart, you can take everything else in stride.

Right now, my biggest wish is to see my parents again. When I go home, I will inherit the family business and become the head of the Wang family.

What I will possess is the whole world. Why should I waste my time on an ordinary person like Li Dacaizi?

Seeing that Li the Great Scholar and Baiyi Bingxin's attempt to show off had failed, I smiled and said to Dong'er and Xia'er, "Dong'er, Xia'er, let's go."

"Be careful when you see my young master!" Dong'er said indignantly on my behalf, pointing at Li Dacaizi and Baiyi Bingxin.

But just as we were about to leave, a deep, resonant voice suddenly came from behind us. The voice was loud and heavy, like the earth itself, "You... are you just going to leave like this? I haven't even made my move yet."

"There's another one who's not afraid of death?" Hearing that voice, Dong'er frowned and turned around.

A figure gradually emerged from the darkness. He wasn't tall, but he was very strong. Each step he took was powerful. When he was fully out of the darkness, he looked at us and frowned slightly. "I am Runtu!"

"Runtu!?" Upon hearing his name, the tall young man lying on the ground lit up.

"Runtu!" Many scoundrels struggled to their feet, but the name seemed to invigorate them considerably.

Upon seeing the dark-skinned, muscular young man, Bai Yibingxin's eyes lit up even more. She quickly ran to Runtu's side, then hid behind him, saying, "Damn it, you just finished using the toilet? Help me teach them a lesson!"

"Okay!" Nodding, Runtu strode over to us.

Of those present, only Dong'er, Xia'er, and the talented Li seemed somewhat bewildered. As the dark-skinned, muscular young man drew closer, Dong'er's petite figure flashed, "You are not worthy to touch my young master!"

"Whether you're a good match or not, we'll find out soon enough!" With a loud shout, Runtu threw a punch at Dong'er.

With a resounding thud, Dong'er's small fist collided violently with Runtu's enormous fist. At that moment, the air rippled, and the waste paper and plastic bags around us were gently blown about.

Then, Dong'er looked at Runtu's honest face and gently backed away. Step by step, Dong'er raised her swollen little hand and looked at us in surprise. "Impossible! How could there be a master among these ordinary people!"

"Dong'er, you said he's a master?" Xia'er was surprised and grabbed Dong'er's small hand with heartache.

"He doesn't seem to know martial arts, but his strength is actually above that of the four hall masters..." Dong'er was full of surprise.

"Impossible! Let me test his martial arts!" Hearing Dong'er's words, Xia'er swiftly swung her whip. As fast as lightning, Xia'er's whip instantly wrapped tightly around Runtu's neck.

Soon, Xia'er's whip tightened rapidly, pulling Runtu to the ground and causing him to slide a step. However, Runtu's face remained calm. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Xia'er's whip, pulling Xia'er to slide towards him while she was standing on the ground.

"He really doesn't know martial arts, but he's incredibly strong!" Xia'er exclaimed in alarm, and quickly yanked the whip harder.

"I'll help you!" Seeing that neither Dong'er nor Xia'er were a match for him, I thought for a moment and immediately rushed towards Runtu.

When I rushed to Runtu, I saw him suddenly pull his whip, causing Xia'er to fall to the ground. At the same time, Runtu's huge fist came hurtling towards me.

By this time, my movement skills and ability to withstand blows had become quite good. Feeling a powerful gust of wind coming towards me, I quickly dodged his attack.

Just as I dodged Runtu's attack, he threw another punch at me.

I dodged again, but his fist followed. Having dodged over a dozen of his punches, I was secretly astonished. This Runtu, though not a martial arts master, possessed physical abilities that rivaled those of a martial arts expert. By now, I had accumulated considerable practical experience and gained a significant understanding of fighting techniques.

Fighting is an extremely physically demanding activity. No matter who it is, their strength will only decrease and their speed will decrease towards the end, unless they are martial arts masters. They know to conserve their energy for a later burst of power. But this Runtu seems to have inexhaustible stamina. His punches are faster and more powerful with each punch.

If he used 200 jin (100 kg) of force to hit me just now, then the force he's using to hit me now has reached 400 jin (200 kg). Moreover, his speed is constantly increasing, and his strength is also constantly growing.

I glanced at the monster in front of me who didn't know martial arts, thought for a moment, and quickly backed away, grabbing Xia'er and Dong'er's little hands. "Run!"

They knew that Runtu was incredibly strong, and if they continued fighting, they might very well perish here. They nodded immediately, and the two girls followed me as we quickly fled out of the alley.

At that very moment, a powerful gust of wind from behind us struck again. Dong'er immediately pushed me aside and turned to meet Runtu's fist.

This punch landed squarely on Dong'er's small palm. Her face paled, and Dong'er fell backward, tumbling heavily onto the street outside.

"How dare you bully a girl who is only fifteen years old!?" I was shocked and roared at Runtu.

"She's only fifteen?" Runtu frowned.

Enraged, I punched Runtu in the solid chest. But when my punch landed, Runtu only took a small half-step back.

Knowing we were no match for this ordinary man, I glared at Runtu and quickly ran over to help Dong'er up. Dong'er's face was already pale. She glared at Runtu resentfully and bit her lip, saying to me, "Young Master, we are no match for him. Let's hurry back and find Miss Xi'er to teach him a lesson!"

"Fine, you just wait!" I pointed at Runtu menacingly. I quickly took Xia'er and Dong'er and left.

On the way back, Dong'er, who had been injured by Runtu, coughed incessantly. I supported Dong'er's petite body, while Xia'er gently patted her back. We thought we were invincible, but unexpectedly, we suffered a great loss at the hands of an ordinary person. This made the three of us extremely frustrated.

When I arrived at school, I immediately looked for Xi'er and the others. In Di Huo's dormitory, I saw Xi'er, Zhang Xuan, An Yao, Bao Shao Ye, Hurricane, Lu Zhicheng, Di Huo, and Qiu'er. Di Huo's face was blackened, and Qiu'er was clutching her chest, coughing incessantly. The dormitory was filled with exquisitely made lunchboxes, emanating the aroma of food.

Seeing that Di Huo and Qiu'er were also injured, I quickly asked, "You're injured too?"

"We encountered Wang Huan, and we were no match for him. But we were not stopped by him either." At this moment, Di Huo looked extremely disheveled, with his eyebrows singed and much of his hair burned off.

"Dong'er, are you injured too?" Seeing Dong'er's pale face, Qiu'er covered her chest and coughed softly.

"He's a master! We've encountered a master!" Xia'er said bitterly.

"Huh? An enemy of my Wang family?" An Yao's eyes turned cold.

"No, it's the young master's enemy. It's that talented scholar Li. He found a helper named Baiyi Bingxin, and one of his subordinates is a master named Runtu. It was Runtu who beat us up like this," Xia'er said bitterly.

"What? You actually encountered Baiyi Bingxin and even fought with Runtu?" Young Master Bao exclaimed in surprise.

“What do you know?” An Yao asked.

Lighting a cigarette to calm his nerves, Young Master Bao immediately said, "Baiyi Bingxin, he claims to be the boss of all thirteen schools, but that kid just comes from a wealthy family. He's a complete scoundrel when it comes to fighting. Only half of the twelve school bosses respect him. But he has a subordinate named Runtu, who I heard is dirt poor and lives with his grandmother. That kid is incredibly powerful. Baiyi Bingxin and he have wiped out several schools, and I haven't heard of anyone being his match!"

"He doesn't know martial arts?" An Yao frowned slightly.

"Not at all, and his family is always poor. He's just a henchman for Baiyi Bingxin. Baiyi Bingxin pays him to beat up whoever she tells him to," Young Master Bao said loudly, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“I’ve heard of Runtu too. He seems to be just an ordinary person. He has no background and no powerful relatives. He’s always being humiliated by Baiyi Bingxin and her men because he’s poor and looks rustic. That’s why everyone gave him the nickname Runtu,” Lu Zhicheng said, frowning.

“He is very strong. He doesn’t know martial arts, but his strength is above our Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter and the four hall masters,” Dong’er said seriously.

"He doesn't know martial arts, yet his strength surpasses that of the four hall masters. If that's true, then he can only be called an extraordinary genius..." Hearing everyone's words, An Yao's eyes brightened...

“Dig it over!” I thought for a moment and said.

Chapter 123 My True Identity

Runtu's existence surprised us. He has no master, no one to teach him martial arts. Yet, relying solely on his innate physical strength, he already surpasses the power of wind, fire, thunder, and lightning. If we could recruit him and properly train him in martial arts, I believe he would become my most capable assistant in succeeding as the head of the family.

Bai Yibingxin used him as a henchman, only taking him to fight minor brawls with other schools, which was a complete waste of his talent.

We have decided that the next day we will lead a large army to the border. No matter what means we have to use, we will bring Runtu into our camp and make him our brother.

Nothing happened that night. The next day at dawn, An Yao, Xi'er, Zhang Xuan, Hurricane, Xia'er, and I had just finished eating when we rushed to school.

Seeing Young Master Bao and Lu Zhicheng waiting at the school, I asked, "Are the men ready?"

"Brother Xi, they're all elite soldiers. After school at noon, I'll gather my men and we'll storm into No. 13 Middle School together. We'll force Bai Yi Bing Xin to hand over Run Tu!" Young Master Bao licked his lips and grinned wickedly.

Although Tang Wendi specifically named me as the senior member of the school, the most influential senior member was still Young Master Bao. It's also because I have too little time; besides studying, I also have to master a foreign language every day. Even though Leng Yan gave me a break, I still spend a lot of time on physical training every night. Also, I recently started learning the flute, and whenever I have free time, I spend some time memorizing musical scores. Therefore, I don't have time to build relationships with the troublemakers at school; Young Master Bao has always been responsible for doing so.

Young Master Bao is a natural leader; he's well-suited for public relations. He's very skilled at managing his underlings. Apart from Qian Jin, whom he expelled from the Thirteen Eagles, all of his former subordinates have been brought back under his control.

In terms of strength, we have it. In terms of influence, Young Master Bao can gather as many people as we need.

Although we are facing a formidable enemy, it does not prevent us from recruiting men. A thousand soldiers are easy to find, but a general is hard to come by. Runtu is the fierce general we need to recruit.

The only downside is that Di Huo, Dong'er, and Qiu'er have been sent back to the An and Ye families respectively to recover from their injuries. Just last night, after we decided to bring Runtu back, the three of them were sent back. Because of their encounter with Wang Huan, Di Huo and Qiu'er both suffered internal injuries. Dong'er and Runtu also sustained some minor injuries during their fight.

They insisted on coming with us, but we insisted they go back to recover. Even though they are adopted children, in our hearts they are still like our own family. We fight, we joke, we get angry, we have disagreements. We laugh, we eat each other's leftovers; we are true family. When they are injured, our hearts ache.

The final showdown with Wang Huan is drawing ever closer, and we are losing more and more brothers. Wang Huan has paid a heavy price to deal with us. Soon, our ultimate battle will begin. Wang Huan will surely be sent back to the Wang family. Once he's gone, we can finally eat our meals in peace.

Although we lost three brothers last night, our force is still formidable. It was only noon when we headed to school, and I led An Yao and Zhang Xuan towards Li Da Cai Zi's classroom. On the way, Xi Er and Xia Er joined us. Gradually, Bao Shao Ye and Lu Zhi Cheng joined our ranks with their men. As our numbers grew, we attracted the attention of many classmates.

Leading the way was me, the heir of the Wang family. My expression was calm, though my brows were slightly furrowed. Beside me was An Yao, her eyes cold, her long silver hair making her skin appear indescribably delicate. On my other side was Xi'er, a descendant of royalty, her air of nobility indescribable. A smile graced her face, and her demeanor was dignified as she walked. Behind us, close behind, were Zhang Xuan, Hurricane, Young Master Bao, Lu Zhicheng, and Xia'er.

Although Zhang Xuan wasn't as tall as Xi'er and An Yao, she was tall and pretty. Hurricane, holding a paper fan, moved with the speed of the wind. Even before he made a move, one could feel his powerful aura. As for Xia'er, she held a red leather whip. Due to her bad temper, she also looked fierce. However, she was very beautiful, possessing a unique charm that made her seem like a fiery young woman not to be trifled with.

There were also Young Master Bao and Lu Zhicheng, one the school's top dog and the other a one-on-one champion. They led a large group of men and followed closely behind us. We soon arrived at Li Dacai's class.

The moment Li Dacaizi saw us, his face turned deathly pale. Now that he understood our strength, he also realized just how impressive the lineup standing before him was.

He knew all too well how utterly vulnerable his so-called alliance of justice was in our eyes.

For every step we took, he took a step back. Sweat streamed down his forehead, and he accidentally bumped his lower back against the table. The table wobbled slightly, and a thick stack of books and study materials scattered on the floor. Finally unable to hide his fear, he pointed at us and shouted, "What are you doing? What do you rich people think you are? This is a school. Do you want to beat people up in a school?!"

"Hehe, we won't hit you, we'll just grab you." With a wicked grin, Young Master Bao reached out and grabbed him.