Though there was nothing particularly special between her and Pan Jinlian, in Gao Liang's eyes, Pan Jinlian was someone he personally protected. When Zhao Fuzheng shouted, "Grow larger!" immediately, his hands expanded into the size of two large baskets. Then, with "Grow colder!" a cold aura emerged from between his palms. Not good! Gao Liang's spiritual sight detected the energy within Zhao Fuzheng's body—substantial and rapidly rising. He immediately signaled to the Iron General, who, seizing the moment when Zhao Fuzheng was releasing energy, bit firmly into Pan Jinlian's sleeve, clearly intending for her to leave right away. Yet Zhao Fuzheng, a cunning man himself, would not allow Pan Jinlian to depart. With a slight exertion, he sent a powerful energy sphere toward her. Gao Liang's spiritual sight observed that this energy sphere was exceptionally strong—should it strike Pan Jinlian, Zhao Fuzheng's energy would transfer into her body, potentially leaving her both physically and mentally under his complete control. With a loud roar, high-lighted, when Pan Jinlian was startled and gasped, High-light shouted, "I am the Wind! I am the Risk Control!" The strength in his voice carried a clear sense of authority, and Zhao Fu-chou felt an unmistakable sense of intimidation. When the energy sphere was just three centimeters away from Pan Jinlian, a sudden, powerful blue wind blade surged from the side. A mighty gust, like a thousand pounds of force, swept the sphere aside. "Crack!" Under the impetus of the wind blade, the energy sphere surged forward in a straight line. The locked door was shattered by the impact, and the door swung open. "Get moving!" High-light said to Pan Jinlian, still in a state of shock, while turning to the Iron General and saying, "You guard!" "Aaaah!" The Iron General roared to the sky and immediately took charge. Pan Jinlian looked at High-light with gratitude, then, under the guidance of the Iron General who was leading the way, began to evacuate the scene. As soon as Pan Jinlian and the iron general stepped out of the room, Gao Liang was able to launch his full attack. The indoor space was limited, so the two of them soared out of the room and quickly arrived at an open area of Kyoto University—oh, it was a football field. Many students at Kyoto University saw Gao Liang and Zhao Fugui facing each other directly at the center of the field. As Pan Jinlian and the Tibetan mastiff leader, Iron General, watched this scene among the students, Pan Jinlian bravely shouted, "Gao Liang! This is a strong opponent! You must win!" Other students also cheered, calling out, "Gao Liang will win! Gao Liang, go ahead!" Seeing so many people supporting him, Gao Liang was deeply inspired and immediately said to Zhao Fugui, "You should now surrender! Show your true self!" "Hahaha!" Zhao Fugui laughed heartily, looking awkwardly at Pan Jinlian among the crowd. Pan Jinlian, witnessing Zhao Fugui's persistent charm, was both startled and intimidated, and immediately covered her face. The King of Tibetan Mastiffs, Iron General, roared loudly at Zhao Fu-chou to intimidate him. Gao Liang smiled and said to Zhao Fu-chou, "Come on! Come challenge me! Remember—today, it's either you die or I do! I'll prove with your blood that anyone who dares to touch the women near me will meet only death!" Zhao Fu-chou's stern face turned fierce, and he growled, "Gao Liang! I've always found you obnoxious! This time, I'm sending you to the West Heaven! On this very day next year, you'll be my offering!" Gao Liang's temples bulged with veins, and a broad, tight curve formed at the corner of his mouth. The heavenly deity was enraged. →Text by: Nobody with a Bookstore← Gao Liang had never been so furious before. Though he had often clashed with rivals and suitors, insisting that no one should move his women, and anyone who did should die—his usual course had been to severely punish them without immediately killing them. But this time, his anger was intense. Because Zhao Fu-chou had been especially bold and defiant. Not only does he dare to treat the women around him with favoritism, but he completely overlooks Highlight, ruling at Kyoto University with absolute confidence and disregard, showing no respect whatsoever. Several female students at Kyoto University have been treated poorly by him, yet these victims can only endure, because Zhao Fugui has a special relationship with Mayor Luo Chunming of Kyoto City. With wealth and influence, Zhao is so powerful that no one dares to challenge him—even the university's president, Wu Yue, often turns a blind eye. This very situation only strengthens Zhao's arrogance and emboldens him further. The students on the football field are full of resentment but unable to speak up against Zhao. Yet our Highlight stands firm and confronts him directly. It's time to uphold justice! The battle between Highlight and Zhao Fugui has officially begun! Zhao is cunning and strategic—he doesn't engage Highlight head-on, but instead, like a lion roaring, he raises his finger and launches a fiery ball straight toward the crowd in the stadium. As soon as Highlight sees this, he immediately senses something is amiss. The Juzheng Eye clearly saw the energy column of the fire ball rising continuously. If the fire ball struck any student outside the field, the consequences would be disastrous. Yet, the fire ball exhibited a deceptive phenomenon—its trajectory resembled that of a ball, following a parabolic path as it descended toward the students. The students initially thought it was just a ordinary, harmless ball, and thus paid no attention. "Move aside! Move aside!" Gao Liang immediately shouted at them, but the students remained unmoved, as the ball in the air constantly shifted through vibrant colors, displaying a rich, colorful display—like a beautifully embroidered ball. "It's so beautiful! So beautiful!" Many girls were amazed by the floating, colorful ball. "Catch it! Catch it!" Surprisingly, several boys enthusiastically called out. Pan Jinlian herself was captivated by this display, and Zhao Fuzhong's move proved truly cunning, forcing Gao Liang into a critical position. No, we must act now—otherwise, as soon as the ball touches these students, it will explode. The luminous spiritual eyes of Gao Liang penetrate deep into the ball, revealing the explosives inside hissing and burning fiercely, ready to burst at the slightest touch. That’s why the outside has become so vibrant—the colorful explosives are blazing, releasing a spectrum of hues to dazzle and confuse the onlookers. Zhao Fuze may be able to distract many, but he cannot deceive Gao Liang. Gao Liang’s spiritual eyes are no less powerful than Sun Wukong’s fire eyes. To save these simple, innocent students, Gao Liang must intervene. With a low roar, Gao Liang channels his entire spiritual energy into a single point, stabilizing the inner energy. "Water Dragon Pearl! Execute! Quickly intercept the ball! Remember—only three seconds!" As soon as Gao Liang issues the command, the Water Dragon Pearl bursts forth from his body, soaring through the air with a long, serpentine body, coiling and extending like a living creature. At this moment, the ball is already descending toward a male student outside the arena. The Water Dragon Ball moved swiftly; a flying dragon extended its claw and struck the embroidered ball forcefully, sending it hurtling in one direction. The students, puzzled by what was happening, found it fascinating and began running after the ball, calling out excitedly, "Come on! Come on!"