Chapter 21: Double Repayment

  The hospital took a turn-a-blind-eye attitude towards this matter, thinking that although this private way of resolving grudges was somewhat improper, as long as it didn't lead to loss of life or permanent disability, it wasn't necessarily a bad form of special training.

  Qianjin looked at the small hill not far away, counted his fingers, and turned his head to investigate the situation around him. He had heard that the teachers in the school were also very interested in the students' private martial arts competitions, often secretly hiding around to observe and judge which student should be supplemented or which student should be focused on cultivating.

  He didn't want his duel to be treated as a spectacle by some teachers, so he made sure no one was around before quickly picking up his pace towards the woods, turning his neck and shoulders repeatedly to warm himself up for battle.

  "Huh? What's the name of this so cautious student?" A withered old man jumped down from a big tree by the road, he looked up at the top of the tree: "Rodriguez, why haven't you come down yet?"

  "Oh, okay, Principal! I'll come down right away." Rodriguez jumped down from the branch to the ground, his surprised eyes fixed on Qianjin's departing figure: "Qian...Qianjin actually came here?"

  "Qian Jin? Is that the student you've been praising to me multiple times?" The thin old principal, stroking his white goatee: "That first-year student who is currently ranked tenth among the warrior students?"

  Rodriguez nodded and followed the lean principal quietly into the small woods.

  The hillside was covered with lush green trees, and Qian Jing chose a direction to move forward. Soon, he arrived at the only empty space on the hillside, which was specially left out by the academy. The circular empty space had a radius of about ten meters, where there were only green grass and scattered stones, but no dense trees. During class training, this was where students rested and discussed, and in their daily lives, it was also where students privately resolved their grudges.

  Qian Jin stood at the edge of the lawn, and naturally saw a few people in the center of the lawn. The right eye socket of Fat Luo Lin had already turned black, and the corners of his mouth were also slightly dark blue. His whole spirit was extremely weak, and his arms were being held by two followers of Kaisa.

  Today's Kaisar wore a crisp black warrior suit, his brown long hair fluttering continuously in the clear wind, and from afar, he indeed had an air of a master.

  Around the lawn, a dozen or so students wearing warrior and mage robes gathered, most of whom were second-year students judging from the badges on their chests, with a few third-year students among them, looking completely like they were watching a spectacle.

  The small woods often have students secretly settling scores, and bored upperclassmen also frequently appear here to watch the free duels. They never lend a hand to help anyone, they just simply watch.

  Qianjin's gaze swept across the entire venue, finally coming to rest on a first-year student with pale blue long hair. He was Zuo Luntian, the eighth-ranked warrior student in his year at the academy. He wore a bright green martial artist uniform, with a deep black belt tied around his waist. His slender body stood tall against the wind, exuding a sharp aura that drew the attention of many students.

  "Too late, you're too late!" Kaisar slapped Rorin's chubby cheeks with great force, making a loud slapping sound, and said with a pleased expression: "If you come any later, you can go to the hospital to visit him."

  Qianjin looked at Zuo Lun Tianren again, his gaze shifting back to the proud Kaisa. He seemed to understand why this disciple, who had been beaten by him until he was unrecognizable, dared to be so arrogant. It turned out that he had invited a helper, Zuo Lun Tianren, who was rumored to be ranked eighth in combat ability among first-year warrior disciples and second in fighting spirit.

  "Rolling." Qian Jin raised his voice a bit: "You count how many times he hit you, and later we'll return double that amount."

  Luolin raised his limp eyes to look at Qianjin, and then looked at Zuo Luntian's blade with great trepidation. His chubby body gasped violently for a few times, and his limp expression gradually faded away. His body was vigorously struggling to break free from Kaisa's control as he shouted loudly: "Don't worry, I'm counting! This guy punched me three times and slapped me six times!"

  Zuo Lun Tian Jian slightly raised his chin, looking at Gan Jing who was slightly taller than him, with a smile of excitement from the battle hanging on the corner of his lips.

  "Wow! Today is actually a battle between the 8th and 10th graders of Class A, this is going to be interesting!"

  Several senior students also had a glimmer of expectation in their eyes, although they were first-year warrior students, but being able to rank among the top ten was still quite exciting.

  With a steady pace, he stepped on the green grass and slowly entered the battle circle, looking at Kaisar: "I said you're so bold, it turns out that this time you've found some help."

  Kai Sa's lips curled up into a triumphant smile, for the sake of getting Left Rong Tian to help him out, he had paid a price of two gold coins. This time, he was determined to beat Gan Jing so badly that he would have to be hospitalized!

  Qianjin's gaze fell back onto Zuo Leng Tianya's body, his slender and well-proportioned physique a testament to the intense training he had undergone day and night. It was impossible for a fifteen-year-old to possess such a physique otherwise. Those two arms, slightly longer than average, still exuded explosive power even under the cover of clothing. His relaxed palm size far surpassed that of his peers.

  "Are you willing to die for him?" Qian Jin looked at Zuo Luntian with some confusion: "How much gold did he spend?"

  Zuo Lun Tian Jian looked at Gan Jing, the smile at the corner of his lips instantly spreading across his entire face: "Gold coins are not a problem, the real reason is that I want to have a match with you and take away your points. Perhaps you don't know yet? This time, only the top five warrior students have the right to observe. Hand over the badge on your body that represents tenth place."

  Qianjin felt a small, round card in his pants pocket with the word "ten" written on it. He had three such cards, which were issued by the school and explained to him how they worked: each card represented ten points, and if he lost all three, he would completely lose his chance to observe.

  These days, the other top ten disciples were fighting fiercely, and the ownership of the plaque was always changing. Only Qian Jin, who had always insisted on not participating in the battle, kept three plaques steadily.

  Qian Jin looked at Zuo Lun's excited Tian Blade, rubbing his temples repeatedly. If they took action this time, the following days would likely be difficult to have a quiet time. All along, he had chosen not to fight and told all the ranked players that they could have the observation rights, he was not interested.

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