Chapter 47: Your Highness Youyou Part 2

The two other stunned boys snapped out of it and hurried forward to introduce themselves.

“Hello! I’m Charl!”

“Hello! I’m Keloni!”

Li You smiled sweetly: “Hi there.”

Lei got elbowed by his companion, finally came to, grabbed Li You’s still-extended hand—but didn’t dare hold too long, gave a light clasp, then let go. His face flushed with excitement: “Y-Your Highness Youyou, we’ll take you to get your tactical suit.”

“Thank you.” Li You said to him. “Just call me Li You.”

“How could we?!” Lei panicked, lips trembling. “You are Your Highness Youyou. You’re not someone else—you’re Your Highness Youyou…”

Lei grew incoherent. Li You quickly diverted him: “Alright, alright. Let’s go get the tactical suit.”

“Okay! Follow us!” Lei stepped aside, gesturing for Li You to go first.

Li You: “…”

Wasn’t this a bit over the top?

Li You, who had once been blacklisted by the masses, had never seen a scene like this. Honestly, he wasn’t used to it. But Lei seemed genuinely panicked and thrilled, so to avoid making it worse, Li You had no choice but to silently try adapting.

After collecting his tactical suit and changing in the locker room, Li You followed Lei and the others back toward the combat training field. Along the way, he casually tied his hair into a little ponytail with a rubber band.

Back in the Class A area, he saw Teacher Moger already assembling the formation. Li You hurried forward and stood beside the formation, hands behind his back, listening intently to Teacher Moger’s lecture on training discipline.

Lei and the others had already returned to their positions. The neat formation of over a hundred people stood silently, not daring to move under Moger’s reprimand, though their eyes all glanced toward the blond youth on the side.

Li You focused his gaze on a certain spot, concentrating on Teacher Moger’s words.

Half a quarter-hour later, Moger stopped speaking and bellowed, “What are you all looking at?!”

The students, who had already begun to sway after standing for just a short while, hurriedly withdrew their gazes in shock, not even daring to breathe heavily.

“How long have you been standing? Already can’t hold it?” Moger paced slowly in front of the formation, frowning at the group of students. “You are Class A, the best in scores and physical fitness among all the freshmen. Don’t make me think you’re a joke!”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “What did I just say? Does anyone remember?”

Moger scanned the tense-faced students. “I’ll pick someone to answer. If you can’t, go run ten laps.”

With that, he turned his head toward the other side of the formation.

The students there immediately tensed up.

Moger snorted with a laugh and stopped in his tracks. “Come on, Li You. Tell me, what is Article Twenty-Three of the Imperial Military Discipline Code?”

“Article Twenty-Three of the Imperial Military Discipline Code: In any combat or training scenario, personal tactical decisions must not take priority over battlefield information commands. When the terminal is offline, follow the instructions of the highest-ranking officer on site. Solo actions without reporting are prohibited.”

As soon as Li You finished speaking, all eyes turned to him in unison. The crowd widened their eyes, staring at this person who shared the same name and identical appearance as Your Highness Youyou.

“Not bad.” Moger nodded in satisfaction and randomly selected another student from the formation. “Third row, fifteenth number, step forward. What is Article Seven of the Discipline Code?”

“Article, Article Seven is…”

“Left face, ten laps. Lei, you watch them. No returning until they’re done!”

“Fifth row, fourth number. What is Article Seven of the code?”

“Article Seven is…”

“Ten laps.”

“First row, tenth number.” “Ten laps.” “Second row, third number.” “Ten laps!”

In just one short minute, around twenty students who couldn’t answer were sent off to run laps. Moger clasped his hands behind his back and eyed the sweating students darkly. “Who can answer this? If no one does, the whole team runs!”

No one responded. Moger laughed. “With performance like this, you dare call yourselves Class A?”

“Report.” From outside the formation, Li You raised his hand.

Moger looked over. “Speak.”

“Article Seven of the Imperial Military Discipline Code: Classified information may only be stored on Imperial Military-certified encrypted terminals. Transmission to unauthorized personnel or external devices in any form is prohibited. Violators will be handled according to the ‘Endangering Imperial Military Security’ statute.”

“Very good.” Moger raised a brow and looked at the formation. “Li You is a member of Class A. Since he answered it, you all are exempt from running.”

Some people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Don’t celebrate too soon.” Moger checked the time. “I heard you all worship me and have been eager to take my class?”

“My students don’t have it easy.” He looked up. “Let those running laps keep going. Now, show me what combat skills you really have.”

“Li You, join the formation.” Moger looked at Li You. “You stand in the first row.”

Li You acknowledged and joined the formation, standing at the far left of the first row.

“Back rows, align automatically with the first row.” Moger turned around. “Now, everyone follow me to the combat arena.”

News that Freshman Class A was holding combat duels spread instantly throughout the military academy.

In just half an hour, the spectator seats in the training field were packed, with countless more students standing in the outer circles. Without exception, everyone had heard through the school channel about a boy in the freshmen class who looked exactly like Your Highness Youyou.

The training field was cleared, and the venue switched to a combat arena. Students from other formations stood orderly around the arena, with instructors maintaining order nearby.

“Watch how Class A’s students fight!”

“Keep quiet! Where’s your discipline?!”

“The venue isn’t charging today—you all have to go up and take a lap!”

Aside from the spectator seats, the freshmen huddled like quails, not daring to make a sound.

Moger led all of Class A to the central arena and pointed to the weapon rack nearby. “Draw lots for opponents. Choose your own gear. Everyone must fight one match. Let me see what you’re really capable of.”

As soon as he finished, the students rushed to the weapon rack like a swarm of bees—some grabbing laser weapons, others knives, spears, swords, halberds, boxing gloves, or sticks, all picking the most imposing ones.

Li You trailed behind and picked up a pair of brass knuckles from the farthest corner. He put them on, clenched his fists to test the feel.

‘Hm, not bad.’

It was just that without bandages wrapped around them, they didn’t feel as comfortable as the pair his brother had made for him.

He had just finished testing the brass knuckles when Moger, who was drawing lots on the giant holographic screen, announced loudly, “Two arenas. Arena One: Charl versus Caesar. Arena Two: Li You versus Browne. Get ready and head to your arenas!”

Li You’s name instantly silenced the entire field. Everyone stared at the name displayed on the giant screen. After several seconds of quiet, the arena erupted in loud discussions.

“Li You? Your Highness Youyou?”

“How is that possible? This is unbelievable!!”

“Your Highness Youyou! It’s really Your Highness Youyou?!!”

“Where is he? I can’t see him!!”

“Damn it! Can the jerks in front sit down? You blocked the view for everyone behind!”

The voices were too chaotic to make out clearly. It was then that Li You realized just how many people were in the spectator seats.

He was puzzled for a moment when a boy half a head taller than him approached.

Browne, wearing boxing gloves, looked a bit nervous but still adhered to combat etiquette. He said seriously to Li You, “I will go all out.”

Li You clenched his fist and lightly bumped Browne’s glove with the brass-knuckled surface. “Me too.”

The two stepped onto Arena Two. After finishing his warm-up, Li You nodded to Teacher Moger.

He waited quietly as Browne completed his pre-heat. The match on Arena Two started first.

Li You did not attack first. When Browne swung his gloves and charged with a shout, he dodged nimbly to the side, elbowed the opponent’s side waist, supported his single arm, and easily threw Browne over his shoulder.

Browne hit the ground and grimaced in pain, gasping for air. Li You pinned him and waited three seconds before standing up and retreating.

In the second round, Browne gradually got into the groove, but Li You launched a fierce offensive this time, unleashing the same ruthless vigor his brother had drilled into him. His chain of moves left Browne with no chance to counter.

A whistle blew. Moger called the match and waved his hand. “Arena Two decided, 2:0, Li You wins.”

Li You released his hold on Browne’s body, stood straight, and reached out to help him up. “Sorry, you okay?”

One of Browne’s gloves had been knocked flying. He gripped Li You’s hand with lingering fear and stood. “I’m fine, really…”

He swallowed and asked, “Thanks. You didn’t even use full strength, right?”

Li You said nothing, watching Browne leave the arena. He should have stepped down too, but he glanced at the brass knuckles in his hands. His heart pounded wildly, his blood swelling and burning inside him.

Moger had already begun drawing the next match when he heard Li You speak. “Coach Moger, I can keep fighting.”

Moger paused and looked over. He clearly saw the burning battle lust in Li You’s eyes. He raised a brow and turned to the Class A students in the waiting area. “Who wants to challenge?”

The group fell silent.

Moger turned to adjust the holographic screen. “Fine, then we’ll draw lots.”

The arena situation was broadcast live on the big screen. In the spectator area, Li Ming saw this and immediately tried to jump down to argue with Moger, but Li Weier quickly pulled him back.

“Calm down.” Li Weier, wearing sunglasses, said flatly. “Li You won’t come out on the losing end.”

“But turning it into a free-for-all? What kind of logic is that? Just targeting Li You alone?” Li Ming, also in sunglasses, lowered his voice in anger. “That bastard Moger! Yours truly will settle accounts with him sooner or later!”

“Big Brother, you’re really disrespectful to your teachers.” Li Ze, who had appeared at some point also wearing sunglasses, sneaked through the crowd and whispered. “Moger is our teacher after all, and you might not even beat him. Besides, I think the entire Class A couldn’t take on Youyou even combined.”

Li Ming fell silent for a moment, pondered, and surprisingly nodded. “Seems like there’s some truth to that.”

The entire morning’s matches proceeded with regular duels on Arena One, but Arena Two turned into Li You’s personal challenge arena. After countless bouts, no one could defeat him—not even a freshman instructor who volunteered, only narrowly losing to Li You.

After fighting and winning match after match, Li You’s stamina and combat prowess were terrifyingly impressive.

The matches were synced live to Starnet throughout. The hours-long arena duel videos topped Starnet’s hot list, with related tags exploding in popularity.

Your Highness Youyou Is Back#

Your Highness Youyou Arena Overlord!!#

Who Said Your Highness Youyou Was Weak?#

Even If Royals Are Weak They Crush Military Academy Students Effortlessly#

It’s Really Your Highness Youyou!#

Li You fought until he was satisfied, his blood boiling by the end.

The live feed finally froze on Li You standing alone in the arena center. Sweat dampened the handsome youth’s face, strands of hair sticking to his cheeks. Satisfaction from victory colored his eyes with a smile, rippling hearts across the audience.

He Is Like a Beautiful Flower of Life#

This photo of Li You smiling brilliantly in the arena spread like wildfire across the Star Empire’s network.

Li Ye followed everything on Starnet and casually saved the photo. He said to Qi Yu, “No need to pull it back.”

Li You was meant to shine like the stars.