Chapter Forty-Three Let's Go Together

  Luolin hid in a corner, his hands tightly covering the purse at his waist, feeling the anger-filled eyes of more than a dozen customers around him, silently praying for Qianjin to appear quickly, or else not only would he lose the little money he had earned, but he might also get beaten up.

  A rustling sound came from the woods, and a figure emerged from the underbrush, lightly waving its hand at head height: "Everyone, sorry, sorry, I'm late, I'm late."

  "A bit late?" A sharp and high-pitched voice pierced the air: "Qian Jin, you said you were just a bit late? Do you know that delaying others' time is equivalent to wasting others' lives?"

  He walked into the empty space in the middle of the woods, his head bowed, and without even needing to turn around, he knew that the speaker who had just made that angry remark was none other than the Dean of Studies, who had always looked down on him. After yesterday's second beating of Kaisa, it seemed that he had already hated him to the bone.

  "Who invited you here? It's your own life being wasted, what does it have to do with me?"

  The onlookers were slightly stunned, and the two challengers were also stunned. How could Qian Jin speak to the Dean of Studies like that? Didn't he know that not giving the Dean face would make him a target for the Dean's revenge in the future?

  Luolin, as the only listener without any accidents, smiled and looked at Qianjin. This friend of his would treat others very well if they treated him a little bit well, but if someone was a little bad to him, he could return ten times the evil, this person had always been looking down on Qianjin.

  "You..." The Dean of the Teaching Department glared at Qian Jin, this young man who had blocked his own nephew Kaisar from entering the first year of the Warrior Department and was ranked outside of the top ten, with a kind of irrepressible anger.

  Luolin secretly measured several senior students and found that the expression on their faces, as if written in unison, was "Kid, you're really something!"

  You don't understand Qianjin! Luo Lin shook his head slightly, he still remembered the time when Qianjin got drunk and jumped onto that not-so-high big stone in front of the school gate, shouting at the starry sky.

  "What's the point of living a life that's so stifling? People just want to live freely and happily, but instead they're always worrying about this and that, holding back and being cautious. What's the meaning of living like this?"

  Principal Fick raised an eyebrow, almost hidden under his eyebrows, and smiled as he stroked the white beard on his chin. His demeanor, which showed no weakness in the face of the Dean of Studies, had already surpassed Selda and Fabukaras in terms of momentum before the fight even began. This was not a good omen for the two young students who ranked above him.

  "Go ahead! I'll see you defeated soon, can't be so arrogant." The Dean of Studies retreated to the side with a huff, lest he be told by Qian Jin to "get out of the way, bystander".

  Zelda and Fabukaras saw the Dean of Education step down, and at the same time took a step forward, immediately looking at each other with their eyes arguing about who should go first.

  "Alright, stop arguing." Qian Jin shook his slightly sore shoulders and looked up at the moon climbing up the sky: "I'm a bit tired today and want to sleep early. To save time, why don't you two just go together?"

  ……

  Zelda and Fabukaras were taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing together: "Who do you think you are? Dark?"

  Dak? The first-year warrior who's ranked number one in combat! Even Kenji, someone who doesn't really care about school gossip, has heard of Dak's name and his debut battle.

  Rumors have it that Dakka established his position as the strongest first-year warrior with just one battle. In that legendary battle, he single-handedly defeated Fabukaras, ranked seventh, and Zoruten, ranked eighth, becoming the true number one in the first-year warrior class that no one dared to challenge.

  Several senior onlookers were also stunned, as Qianji had easily defeated the eighth-ranked Zuo Lengtian yesterday, but now he was facing the sixth and seventh ranks, and group battles were completely different from one-on-one fights. Was this kid being too arrogant?

  "Since Principal Qian has brought you all together... " The Dean of Studies, with a smiling expression, had his two thin eyes almost become a line: "Then you can all go up together."

  Zelda and Fabukaras exchanged a glance, seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes. The Dean of Studies was notoriously petty, and if they didn't listen to him today, they would definitely face his revenge later on. It wasn't that they were afraid of his revenge, but rather that he might play dirty tricks, especially when it came to the ranking of the Spirit Array.

  For warriors, the Dou Ling Da Zhen is too important! It's related to a warrior's entire life, and it won't make people feel exaggerated at all.

  The two walked out slowly, and from their expressions and body shape, they were indeed stronger than Zuo Lengtian's yesterday.

  The Dean of Student Affairs looked at Zelda with great appreciation, a first-year student in the sixth-ranked Warrior Department, whose father and grandfather were both warriors, and had received strict warrior training since childhood. The solid foundation was not something that students like Xue Lian Tian Reng could compare to.

  Even if it's one-on-one, the Dean of Student Affairs has full confidence in Zelda and is sure to defeat Ganondorf! Not to mention that today Ganondorf is asking for trouble by taking on both Zelda and Farore at once.

  Can't wait to finish the fight and enter the endless world, this time no matter what I want to chat with the old blacksmith for a few more sentences, seeing the two of them walk out also excited in my heart.

  "Let's start!"

  The Dean of the Department announced, and Zelda suddenly charged forward, like a fierce beast rushing straight ahead, her speed was at least one body length faster than Fabukaras.

  At such a short distance, she could open up a stance of distance. The onlookers let out a low cry of admiration as Zelda's right leg lifted high and swept horizontally at Ganondorf's head.

  Suddenly felt a strong gust of wind sweeping across the top, the eardrum was pressed by the wind to the point where it felt slightly uncomfortable. It's clear that this horizontal kick is very powerful and even if it hits a wooden stake, it would produce an intense vibration.

  "The kick is beautiful and practical, the foundation is really good." Gan Jing's heart moved slightly, facing the fierce and gorgeous horizontal sweep kick, he didn't retreat but instead advanced, his right leg slightly arched and pressed against his knee, slightly tilting forward, forming a posture that seemed strange to many warriors and not suitable for launching an attack. At the same time, his left arm lifted up.

  Principal Fei was slightly stunned, his line of sight suddenly felt a bit blurry, and the battlefield had a few points of ironwork like a blacksmith's workshop.

  Bang!

  A quiet little forest, arms and legs collided with a crisp and loud muscle skeletal collision sound, dry and powerful fifth-level Dou Qi burst out, instantly overwhelming the fourth-level Dou Qi of Zelda, his arm also slid along his still falling right leg, towards his head!

  The next moment after the collision of arms and legs, Fabukaras' men had arrived. He was just in time to see Gian's right arm raised high and slammed down.

  In an instant, his two arms swung out to the left and right, like two iron hammers that had gathered all their strength, aiming at the foreheads of his two opponents.

  At the moment when Dou Qi burst out, two challengers and onlookers around them were shocked at the same time. Fifth-grade Dou Qi! How could Gan Jing's Dou Qi be fifth-grade?!

  Everything changed too quickly, the two challengers didn't have time to react further, crossing their arms over their heads to block the iron hammer that was smashing down.

  Pffft... Ssss...

  There was no sound of fists colliding, and Zelda felt a chill run through her mind. The punch that should have been blocked by her arm never came.

  Fabcaras quietly flipped his eyelids up and found that between the crossed arms he and Zelda raised, each of them had an arm and a fist suspended in mid-air, as well as a slightly tired and sleepy smile standing in front of them.

  No defense! Zellda looked at the fist that had stopped in front of her forehead, and a chill ran down her spine. If she were facing an enemy who was fighting for their life, her head would have been blown off by now! And yet, she hadn't even noticed when the opponent broke through her defenses first.

  Hiss...

  A quiet little forest, several senior warrior apprentices let out a series of cold gasps, the process and outcome of this battle were really too unexpected! It was actually an instant kill!

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