Capítulo 15: Chapter 15

**Chapter 15: Bibi Dong is Crazy**

Poor Yu Xiaogang didn't even have time to react before Bibi Dong struck him with a chair. He blacked out instantly, collapsing to the ground without even knowing who attacked him.

After knocking him unconscious, Bibi Dong still wasn't satisfied. She slammed the chair against Yu Xiaogang's back repeatedly, cursing as she did so.

"I'll let you smell it! I'll let you smell it! That was the silk handkerchief I threw away, and you had the audacity to pick it up and keep sniffing it? Don't you feel disgusted? I was kind enough to help wipe the blood from the corner of your mouth, and this is how you repay me? Are you trying to make me hate you?"

She swung the chair again with a furious roar. "Is it because I've been too lenient with you? Do you have something wrong with your brain? Here, smell it again! Look intoxicated again, and see if I don't kill you right here and now!"

Zhao Ling stood frozen, staring at the scene before him. Bibi Dong, holding a chair in both hands, was smashing it repeatedly against Yu Xiaogang's body. 'Was she crazy?' This couldn't be happening. Was this the same woman everyone revered?

What the hell was going on? Bibi Dong was actually attacking Yu Xiaogang with a chair. It made no sense. By all accounts, today's events should have brought them closer, even sparking the beginnings of love.

If in the original story Bibi Dong had been this cruel, smashing Yu Xiaogang with a chair, would he have dared to fall in love with her? Absolutely not.

Zhao Ling was baffled. Meanwhile, Ah Yin, standing quietly beside him, watched the scene with a faint smile. She had a vague suspicion that perhaps there was more than one person with access to the "copy of Zhao Ling's diary."

Bibi Dong didn't stop smashing Yu Xiaogang until the person in charge of the Great Fighting Soul Arena showed up with guards and forcibly pulled her away.

After all, this was the Soto City Great Fighting Soul Arena. If someone died in a life-and-death match, it was no big deal—the contracts signed before the match made that clear. But if someone was beaten to death *off* the ring? That would be a direct insult to the Arena's reputation, something they could not tolerate. They needed to hold Bibi Dong accountable.

The audience from the Spirit Hall was utterly stunned. 'What just happened?' The elegant, composed Bibi Dong had gone berserk. Moments ago, she had been gently wiping Yu Xiaogang's blood-streaked face. Now, she was swinging a chair with murderous intent. The dramatic shift was too much for them to process.

For years, Bibi Dong's image as a gentle and compassionate figure had been deeply ingrained in the minds of those in the Spirit Hall. The stark contrast left everyone reeling.

Even Ju Douluo couldn't make sense of the situation. Why had Bibi Dong lost control? Her reaction seemed disproportionate. Surely, a man picking up and sniffing her discarded handkerchief wasn't enough to provoke such fury. Her usual generosity would have seen her brush it off with a mere smile.

Ju Douluo suspected there was more to this outburst—some personal grudge he wasn't aware of. But how could there be? Bibi Dong had grown up in Spirit City; she and Yu Xiaogang shouldn't have crossed paths before.

As the guards dragged her away, the Spirit Hall audience finally snapped out of their shock and rushed forward. Ju Douluo flashed his Spirit Hall Elder Order, instantly causing the Great Fighting Soul Arena manager's expression to darken.

The manager already knew Yu Xiaogang's identity—he was the second son of Yu Yuanzhen, patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, one of the top three sects. That was an impressive lineage, even if Yu Xiaogang himself was unremarkable, with pathetically low soul power. His family name alone had allowed him to participate in the arena despite his lack of qualifications.

However, the woman who had attacked him was even more fearsome. She was not just a Spirit Hall member—her status was practically untouchable. The Spirit Hall was the most powerful force on the Douluo Continent, capable of overpowering even the combined might of the three great sects.

Faced with such an overwhelming presence, the manager swallowed his anger and grudgingly conceded. He grimly warned that such behavior would not be tolerated again.

Bibi Dong didn't care. She snatched her bloodied handkerchief back from the unconscious Yu Xiaogang and returned to the VIP section, where she threw the handkerchief in the trash.

Meanwhile, the Arena's healers hurried to tend to Yu Xiaogang. Letting him die in the Arena was not an option.

Moments earlier, the crowd had been envious of Yu Xiaogang. How could such a weak, insignificant man win the attention of such a beautiful woman? But now? That same stunning beauty had nearly beaten him to death.

The audience shuddered. 'This woman was terrifying.' Yes, she was beautiful, but her personality? She had shattered ribs without a second thought. Even with the Arena's healers, Yu Xiaogang's recovery would be long and painful—unless, of course, they could afford the services of the Ye family and their Nine-Hearted Begonia martial soul.

Zhao Ling was still in a daze, unable to piece together what had happened. The kind and gentle Bibi Dong had turned into a violent whirlwind. If Yu Xiaogang were awake, he might not even recognize himself.

Was there some hidden connection between them? Or had Zhao Ling's mere presence triggered a butterfly effect? That didn't make sense either—he'd stayed away from Spirit City. What was going on?

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