Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr In a small forest path somewhere in the academy, a team of white uniforms was running for their lives. The large characters embroidered on their chests indicated that this team was a 7th grade.
"They're chasing us..." One of them seemed to sense something. His expression changed drastically as he told his teammates the bad news.
The team leader knew that continuing to run would be useless. He had initially hoped that the other party was just passing by and would let their team go, but now it looked like the other party had clearly set their sights on them. He gritted his teeth and ordered his team members, "You guys go first!"
"Leader!" All the team members cried out in alarm. The team leader was obviously prepared to stay behind alone to block the pursuers.
"Don't worry, if we really can't hold them off, I will admit defeat! But we can't let the whole team die here. " The team leader was very clear that they were no match for the team chasing after them. Even if they all stayed behind to fight, the result would still be a loss. And the final outcome of a grand armed melee depended largely on the number of people remaining. The number of 7th graders participating in the grand armed melee was already very small to begin with — if they could leave one behind, it would be good.
"Leader, you take them and go first!" The team member who had fallen behind suddenly stopped, staying where he was. Since they had to leave one behind to block the enemy, they might as well let him, the weakest team member, do it. Even if he left the grand armed melee, it would not affect the overall strength of the team too much.
"Xiaoming..." The team members' faces were filled with reluctance — they were companions who had grown up together.
"Why aren't you leaving? Are you all going to die here?" The student called Xiaoming could not help but shout angrily.
The team leader saw that Xiaoming was already too far behind — even if he wanted to switch, it would be too late. At this time, he could not afford to hesitate at all. Thus, he stomped down hard and ordered decisively, "Let's go!"
The team members could only retract their reluctant gazes. Gritting their teeth, they followed the team leader and ran forward with all their might, soon disappearing from sight.
One of the red-clothed youths who had been flying not too far behind them saw the white-clothed youth standing in the middle of the road and stopped in his tracks.
The moment he stopped, the other red-clothed youths behind him also stopped. Their red uniforms had a clear cross embroidered on them, proving that they were 10th grade students.
"Haha, looks like they want to sacrifice one to save the rest of the team. Leader, what should we do?" The youth who had stopped first asked the team leader behind him.
"Shi Qi, have you recorded the information of those few people who ran away?" The team leader asked a red-clothed youth beside him.
"Captain, there's no problem. As long as it's within two kilometers, they won't be able to escape." Shi Qi said proudly. What he had awakened was a lock-on talent. As long as he recorded the target's information in his mind, he would be able to find the opponent within a range of two kilometers.
"How long will it take for them to get out of your search area?" the captain asked.
"Four minutes!" Shi Qi replied decisively.
"Yuan Chen, I'll let you play with the people below!" The captain said to the person who stopped first. "You only have three minutes and thirty seconds!"
Yuan Chen excitedly rubbed his fists and said, "It's enough!" As soon as he finished speaking, he flew down from the tree and landed in front of the seven-year-old white-clothed youth, Xiaoming, who was standing in the middle of the road and waiting for them to arrive.
The group following the 7th year Class-B team was precisely Zhang Jing-an's team looking for prey.
The white-clad Xiaoming saw that it was only a red-clad youth who appeared before him. He gripped the short club in his hand tightly, and his eyes involuntarily darted to the sides, as if searching for the other members of the opposing team.
"Don't worry, I'm the only one dealing with you!" Yuan Chen's words reassured him, but at the same time, he could not help but worry for his teammates.
"How pitiful, actually being betrayed by his teammates and left behind to be sacrificed!" Yuan Chen clicked his tongue in pity, but the short club in his hand showed no mercy. He charged forward viciously to strike the other with the club.
The white-clad Xiaoming was extremely agile. Seeing the other's attack coming, he leapt backwards to dodge the attack.
"Not bad... looks like you still want to put up a last-ditch struggle." Yuan Chen licked his lips excitedly, and raised his short club to continue attacking. This time, the speed of his attacks was much faster, raining down like a raging storm. It looked like his initial attack had just been a casual one, and not his true strength. Not only that, he did not forget to provoke the opponent with his words. "Too bad, your strength is too weak. You won't be able to withstand more than a few of my moves. You're destined to be abused by me."
The white-clad Xiaoming paid no heed to Yuan Chen's words. He only gritted his teeth and resisted with all his might, finally managing to fend off this round of fierce attacks from the other. But even so, Xiaoming could already feel his right hand holding the club going numb from the other's strength, gradually losing all feeling in it. He knew that if the other continued to attack like this, he would definitely not be able to block it...
A loud bang! This was the sound of the short club striking flesh!
"Ah!" Xiaoming cried out in pain, his entire body sent flying backwards by the force of the blow. His right hand, numb and slow, was finally unable to block the other's vicious attack in time.
Seeing this, Yuan Chen laughed loudly. This was what he had expected, so he did not let the other off easily. Once he had the upper hand, he quickly closed in, ready to give the other a good beating with his club.
Right then, Shi Qi, who had been watching the battle quietly from the tree, suddenly let out a surprised gasp.
Zhang Jing-an raised an eyebrow and asked, "What happened? Shi Qi? "
"It's nothing, Leader! It's just that those few little rats who had been running away have actually come back! "Shi Qi told the others what he had discovered.
"Could it be that they're trying to make a comeback? Or are they trying to ambush us? Aren't they looking down on us too much? "Another team member could not help but snicker.
"That's even better. We won't have to waste time chasing after them." Zhang Jing-an felt that this was a good thing, so he shouted down to Yuan Chen, "Yuan Chen, play slowly. Those little rats have come back again. You have all the time in the world."
Zhang Jing-an's words caused the white-clad Xiaoming to panic. He was both angry and anxious, angry that his team members had chosen to come back, and anxious that they might very well be completely wiped out because of this.
No matter how angry and anxious the white-clad Xiaoming was, he could not suppress the warm feeling that welled up in his heart. He knew that the reason his team members had made such a choice was largely because they did not want to give up on him.
Hearing Zhang Jing-an's words, Yuan Chen's attack speed instantly slowed. As he swung his club, he said mockingly to the white-clad Xiaoming who was desperately trying to defend himself, "Ha, looks like those few members of your team really think highly of you, actually choosing to come back and save you... but, this choice is too stupid. Your team is really terrible. Who's the leader? Not only are you indecisive, you don't even know your own limits … Under his leadership, you definitely won't be able to become a strong team, you won't be able to become strong. Just like now, you can only become our stepping stones! "
"Whether our team is terrible or not, I don't know. But I know that my team is a little better than yours. At least we have more humanity than you all," replied the white-clad Xiaoming coldly. It was fine to say that he was terrible, but he could not insult his team leader and companions.
"You're looking for death!" The white-clad Xiaoming's mocking words completely enraged Yuan Chen. His attack speed increased once more, the rubber club mercilessly smashing into the other's body, once again sending him flying. This series of heavy blows caused the white-clad Xiaoming to suffer extremely severe internal injuries, and he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Not too far away, on the branch of a large tree, Ling Lan, who was paying close attention to the situation, silently conjured an ice bead in her palm. She did not see any other benefits of Ice Affinity, but when it came to assassinating someone, she did not need to waste time looking for a weapon, able to use it as she wished.
Ling Lan aimed it in a certain direction. There was a figure lying on the ground... with a subtle flick of her finger, she sent the ice bead flying...
"Aiyo!" On the branch of a large tree, a white-clad youth who was lying on the branch of a large tree, secretly watching the show, suddenly felt a gentle force slam into his back. This force would not cause him any pain, but it caused him to completely lose his balance, causing him to fall straight down from the branch.
He turned back to look, but there was no one there. There seemed to be some sparkling fluorescent light flickering in the air, but when he focused his gaze, it disappeared, as if it had just been an illusion.
"Ah ah ah... help!" The white-clad youth could not find the culprit, so he could only turn back and struggle desperately in mid-air. But in the end, he still fell flat on his face to the ground.
This unexpected scene gave Zhang Jing-an and the others a fright. Yuan Chen, who had been about to attack, stopped in his tracks, turning back to look intently at this unexpected guest who had interrupted his battle.
In contrast to the others' surprise, a trace of seriousness appeared on Zhang Jing-an's face. To be able to approach them without them noticing, this white-clad youth was undoubtedly not simple. It was very likely that the other party had some unique concealment ability. Zhang Jing-an immediately eliminated the possibility that the other party was stronger than him. He did not think that the people of Class-B could be that strong.
The white-clad youth struggled to climb up from the ground amidst his wails, his comical appearance making everyone look at him with interest.
Meanwhile, the heavily injured white-clad Xiaoming saw the white-clad youth's face and could not help but exclaim, "Xie Yi, what are you doing here?"
"So it's a 7th grade junior, here to save your classmate? What a camaraderie of schoolmates. " Yuan Chen saw the number embroidered on the other's chest and tapped his left hand lightly with the short staff in his hand, a half-smile on his face.
Xie Yi patted the dust off his body and said with a vexed expression, "You think too highly of me. Against the team of the number one of the 10th grade, if I had such thoughts, I would definitely be retarded. Actually, I just didn't have a good grip on that big tree branch and accidentally fell down. If it's possible, just pretend you didn't see me... "
"Tell me, do you think that's possible?" said Yuan Chen coldly.
Xie Yi's face fell instantly, and he grumbled, "I knew it. Not having a good grip on that big tree branch would result in this... cough, I'm really pitiful. I was just watching a show, and I got sucked into it... how about, seniors, just go easy on me and show me some casual moves."
At this point, Xie Yi's eyes were shining brightly, looking as if he wanted to discuss this with the 10th grade seniors. This made the 10th graders very depressed. Could this fellow really be retarded?
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