"Big breasts and no brains. Student Anlor, you're discriminating against women. As your captain, I'll teach you how to behave!"
Bang … whoosh …
Anlor flew away, followed by a wave of chaos outside. Noticing Laura's gaze on him, Arnold Teuton hurriedly waved his hands, his face glowing. "Captain, what you said is too good. Wait a moment, let me go out and give him a few kicks. This kind of scum is also the public enemy of us men!"
Bang … whoosh … ah ~ ~ ~
This Sharmie really had nothing better to do. She had been looking for trouble with her since last year. There were so many experts in the Federation, and there was also the Empire and so many mysterious races. What was there to argue with her for? A good discussion had been completely ruined by her.
Laura couldn't bear to watch any longer. All the comments had turned into criticism of the two of them.
Sharmie was also very depressed. "This bastard, he's actually 'All-Mouthy' King. Don't let me see you, or I'll roast you before killing you!"
She had only swept a glance at him and thought he was the strongest king. With such ambition and skills, she had assumed he was a smurf. Damn it, he was actually a little scum!
She decided to eat ten ice creams for lunch to calm her anger. Through the broken door, the members of the Artillery Society stared dumbfoundedly at their big sister's heaving chest … unable to extricate themselves.
Wang Zhong didn't feel too emotional. His opponents were getting better and better, which was good news for both him and Simba. He did his best to get his opponent to release her peak condition. This way, he would be able to capture the essence of her soul.
After the battle, Wang Zhong continued with his usual physical training. The Primal Chaos Seal was something he couldn't comprehend or resist, but a sufficiently strong body was a must.
Any powerful attack required a carrier to carry it. This was the case for soldiers and ability users alike. Only with a sufficiently strong body could one withstand the backlash of special abilities. This was something that couldn't be ignored. One had to know that the corrosion accumulated over a long period of time could only be absorbed by a sufficiently strong body, or it would lie dormant and collapse at any point in time.
After practicing for half an hour, Wang Zhong felt refreshed and refreshed. The joy of victory washed over his soul. This feeling was truly different. His spirituality had risen by quite a bit, and his thoughts were clearer than before. Juan's combat style was truly not bad. Every academy or Heroic Soul family had their own unique style, but there were some things that were the same. For example, they sought control.
It was very difficult to deal a fatal blow. The opponent wasn't an idiot. They wouldn't just stand there and let you hit them. You had to seize the time and look for openings. In fact, fighting in a life and death situation was simply too risky. True experts still needed to take the initiative. When there were openings, they had to display the control skills that they were proficient in, widening the opponent's openings and mistakes, and then deal a decisive blow.
This was Wang Zhong's understanding of combat. In fact, regardless of whether it was an individual or a group battle, the concept of control was extremely important.
He felt that his thesis could be further deepened. Wang Zhong opened his Skylink memo and recorded all the ideas that flashed through his mind. He would even indicate what situation or event had triggered this inspiration.
On the other side, Student Ma Dong had finally obtained a location. His Prodigy Society could finally officially open for business. He was quite satisfied with his own members.
"Move the table over there. Right … Eh? You better be careful. That's the president's sign. Put it properly." Ma Dong commanded while enjoying this feeling. Even though he had spent almost all of his money, he had finally achieved his dream.
Barran Gestalt was also diligently bustling about. This big fellow was definitely a loyal fan of President Ma Dong. Ma Dong opened the window and looked across the street. That was the Black Rose's location. Tsk tsk. He was getting closer and closer to his goddess. This was a good sign. He took a deep breath. Even the air seemed to carry a slight fragrance.
In any case, he was a member of the Assassin clan. With Emily's banner, even if he caused a bit of trouble, his family wouldn't be able to say anything. For the various great clans, it didn't matter how much trouble they caused. As long as it was effective, it could increase one's personal strength or influence. It could all be seen as training.
"President, what are you looking at?" Barran asked curiously.
Ma Dong gave Barran a deep look and patted the big fellow's … waist. "That's a good question. Do you see it?"
Barran Gestalt looked at it with a face full of confusion. "What?"
"That's the future!"
It was fine if that lass Emily was busy, but Wang Zhong and Grai were nowhere to be seen. It truly wasn't easy for him to be the president. Not only did he have to act as a father and a mother, he even had Barran around as well.
Five people was naturally the minimum requirement for the society. The Prodigy Society would definitely expand in the future. He wanted to create a miracle!
Barran felt as if his president's body was about to shine …
A new day had begun. The academy was filled with cheers and laughter. Freshmen were always able to bring joy, while the majority of the seniors were busy.
Wang Zhong had a large class in the morning, so the lecture hall was filled with noise and excitement. The second year students were still rather lively and focused on theoretical guidance. This was also the reason why Wang Zhong was able to stay here. However, if he still failed this year, he wouldn't have the chance to take a make-up test.
Seeing Wang Zhong, everyone revealed a playful expression. However, they had already teased him for a year, yet this fellow didn't resist. There was no meaning to it. It was only a matter of time before Wang Zhong left the command branch.
The command branch was the academy's most segregated circle. There were the circles of families with excellent bloodlines, the political and economic circles, the circles with outstanding results, and various other small groups. Naturally, Wang Zhong belonged to the forgotten category.
In fact, Ma Dong was very popular within the command branch. Although he couldn't be said to be at the top, he was still a first-rate student in Tianjing City. However, Ma Dong hated these pretentious fellows and was too lazy to care about them. On the contrary, he and Wang Zhong hit it off very well. This had nothing to do with the fact that Wang Zhong shared a dormitory with him. It had to be known that if this group of fellows hated someone, they had plenty of ways to play pranks on them. It was also because of Ma Dong's existence that the others didn't dare to be too impudent.
Ma Dong had always arrived late, and skipping classes was a common occurrence for him. Today, however, he arrived very quickly. Sitting beside Wang Zhong, he excitedly said, "Do you know who's teaching today's class?"
"Isn't it Professor Marshall?"
"Hehe. If it was that old man, I would've already left. Forget it, I'll keep you in suspense for now. You'll find out in a bit!"
Not long after, the lecture hall quietened down. Everyone's gaze was focused on the lectern, followed by a burst of enthusiastic cheers. In this era, the greatest idols were heroes, especially those who possessed beauty and strength.
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