Noon, at the training field of the necromancy magic academy.
Han Shuo was sweeping on and off as he thought back to Master Gene's lecture on necromancy magic that morning. His brow was slightly furrowed and he was quite engrossed.
A fat figure suddenly rushed in from the door and stopped in front of Han Shuo. Jack was panting heavily as he said urgently, "Brian, it's bad, Carey and Borg are coming to settle scores with you!"
Han Shuo was a bit displeased that his thoughts had been interrupted. He frowned and asked when he saw Jack's panicked expression, "What's going on? These two idiots, Carey and Borg. I beat them up last time, why are they looking to die again? "
"I don't know, I'm not too sure either. I only heard that they ate something this morning and seem to be in a lot of pain. Their faces are all green and they're shouting that they're coming to settle scores with you. Lisa is also looking for you!"
Han Shuo felt a bit of pain on his back, but it was much better than last night. The dark green fighting aura on his back was still wrapped up by the magical yuan. The dark green fighting aura seemed to be shrinking and disappearing bit by bit, making Han Shuo feel a bit more at ease.
"They're looking to die, don't blame me!" Han Shuo snorted coldly and tightened his grip on the broom in his hand, looking towards the door.
Jack's expression was still anxious as he rubbed his hands and said urgently, "Brian, things are different this time. Carey and Borg have found some helpers this time, and they don't seem to be the errand boys of the necromancy major. They're all tall and strong, you better run!"
"Damned Brian, how dare you plot against us! I'll show you what's coming today!" Carey's voice had already traveled in from outside amidst Jack's urgent urging. A group of people had already blocked the door to the training field by the time his voice had sounded.
Carey's and Borg's faces turned green. As soon as they entered, Borg let out an "Ugh" and suddenly hugged his stomach. His body convulsed and he spat out a mouthful of black liquid. His breath immediately emitted a bitter sour taste.
When Carey saw what Borg had vomited out, his already pale face turned even uglier. It seemed that his stomach was also in discomfort. He reached his hand into his throat as if he wanted to vomit something out, but nothing came out.
"Brian, what did you make Lisa refine for us to eat? You're the death of us! I'll kill you today!" After vomiting for a while, Borg's body was a little weak. He held onto the door with one hand and pointed at Han Shuo with the other and said angrily.
Smiling inwardly, Han Shuo couldn't help but be speechless. Last time Lisa had asked him why he'd suddenly become so nimble and strong, he'd just randomly spouted some nonsense to brush her off. Who would've thought that Lisa would take it seriously and actually brew out those disgusting things? It looked like she'd experimented on Borg and Carey, no wonder the two looked like they were on the verge of death.
"No, I didn't!" Han Shuo shook his head and said with a blank face, looking quite silly and innocent.
"Lisa already told us, how dare you deny it! I won't leave until I teach you a lesson today!" Carey shouted angrily and gestured to the helpers beside him. A total of six errand boys, including Borg, rolled up their sleeves and walked fiercely towards Han Shuo.
Apart from Carey and Borg, the other errand boys were from the dark major, but they were a bit different from what Jack had described them to be tall and strong. There were indeed tall ones among the four, but the tall ones were all skin and bones. There were also some strong ones, but they weren't as tall as Han Shuo. On the whole, the tall ones weren't strong enough, and the strong ones weren't tall enough. Judging from their fighting strength, they probably weren't all that impressive.
Clenching his fists, Han Shuo's expression was still naive. There was an irrepressible desire to vent in his heart, and it seemed that he needed to beat all of these people to the ground in order to quell this desire.
This desire came abruptly and instantly flooded Han Shuo's mind, urging Han Shuo to act like a spell. Han Shuo's personality had always been rather passive, and he rarely took the initiative to offend anyone. He also didn't dare stir up trouble with too much arrogance. But if he were to fight them now, with Han Shuo's current strength and speed, he might make a big deal out of it. Han Shuo was a bit unwilling, but his rationality couldn't restrain it.
This feeling was exactly the same as when he'd wanted to make a move against Lisa last time in the training fields. At that time, Han Shuo had abandoned his rationality and acted according to the desires of his heart. In the end, the fighting aura that Claude had injected into his body had been dissolved by the magical yuan.
Now, the situation was exactly the same. The magical yuan on Han Shuo's back was still wrapped in Erick's fighting aura, and the desire in his heart was already extremely strong.
Turning around to look at the shivering Jack, Han Shuo no longer had a trace of honesty on his face. His eyes were as sharp as blades, carrying a trace of gambler's fanaticism. Handing the broom in his hand to Jack, Han Shuo said callously, "Take this. Beat whoever dares to hit you!"
Pausing, Han Shuo pointed at the other sharp end of the broom and said faintly, "Use this sharp corner!"
Jack was stunned by Han Shuo's current appearance. He stared stupidly at the current Han Shuo, his legs trembling. Han Shuo was now displaying a calm and callous demeanor. There wasn't a trace of Brian's cowardice!
Shoving the broom into Jack's hands, Han Shuo turned around. His face was still simple and wooden, and he was instinctively afraid. He said in a panic, "Don't, don't hit me!"
"I'm hitting you!" The group of six swarmed forward and suddenly exerted force with their fists and feet, aiming for Han Shuo's entire body.
Clutching his head with both hands, Han Shuo first took a few steps back in fear. When he'd taken three steps back and arrived next to Jack, Han Shuo suddenly howled wildly as if he'd been provoked. He charged straight at the six like an enraged bull.
Carey was at the forefront. Seeing that Han Shuo had gone berserk again, Carey, who'd been beaten up last time, felt his heart tremble. His right foot, which had already been lifted to kick, paused in midair and didn't dare land.
However, just because Carey didn't kick over didn't mean that Han Shuo would let him go. Han Shuo could already feel the magical yuan circulating rapidly in his back as he ran. It looked like it was already starting to digest the dark green fighting aura that Erick had left behind, just like last time.
At this moment, Han Shuo only had one uncontrollable thought in his mind, and that was to beat down all the troublemakers in front of him one by one — dead or alive!
Spreading his hands, Han Shuo grabbed Carey's right foot in midair with lightning speed and lifted him up. Carey flipped backwards in midair and landed with a plop. He grimaced in pain as his teeth made intimate contact with the ground. Traces of blood had already appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The four who'd come to help Carey and Borg were immediately startled when they saw Han Shuo's ferocity. Their originally sinister smiles suddenly froze as their expressions became a bit odd.
"Don't be afraid, he's just one person. There are six of us here, we can beat him to death with a flurry of punches!" Borg straightened his neck and suddenly opened his mouth to speak. He pulled out a four-legged wooden stool from somewhere and threw it at Han Shuo with a yell.
The other four who'd just lost their momentum were all shaken by Borg's words. They slowly pulled out sticks from their waists and followed behind Borg, swinging them at Han Shuo's head.
They'd even prepared their weapons! Han Shuo's eyes narrowed slightly as he saw that Borg's stool was about to smash into him. He suddenly exerted strength in his legs and dodged it.
Bam!
The stool smashed into the stone floor and its four legs swayed wildly with a creak. It looked a bit unsteady. Borg let out a soft "eh?" as he missed. A look of astonishment appeared on his face, as if he hadn't expected that Han Shuo would be able to dodge it.
Bam! Han Shuo's fist smashed into the bridge of Borg's nose, causing blood to blossom. Borg threw his head back and staggered two steps back. He even loosened his grip on the stool in pain.
Han Shuo lowered his head and laughed coldly. He grabbed the stool that Borg had dropped and turned to face a short, stocky red-haired ambusher behind him. The wooden stick whooshed through the air. Just as it was about to land on Han Shuo's head, the stool was abruptly lifted and forcibly stopped the stick.
Grabbing a stool leg with one hand, the magical yuan in Han Shuo's back circulated faster and faster. Han Shuo could clearly feel the fighting aura that had been wrapped around him disappearing into the magical yuan. Han Shuo's hands seemed to have an inexhaustible amount of strength as he grabbed a stool with one hand and abruptly tore it apart.
The entire stool was torn in half with a creak. Han Shuo grabbed one side with one hand and kicked out with his right foot, hitting the ambusher squarely in the lower abdomen. The ambusher's face immediately turned deathly pale as he crouched down in pain.
Han Shuo wasn't going to let him off so easily. He was feeling extremely carefree at this moment and only wanted to vent his frustrations. His left and right hands worked at the same time, smashing the stool repeatedly at the ambusher's head and face. Blood instantly burst out from the ambusher's forehead and dyed the stool in Han Shuo's hands red.
"Stop him! This damned lunatic, he'll kill Alva!" Borg cried out in terror as his nose was flattened by Han Shuo's punch. Two streams of blood flowed out of his nostrils like worms.
Even Carey struggled to his feet. Although he was a bit terrified, he still raised the wooden club he'd hidden earlier with trembling hands and charged towards Han Shuo with the rest of the group.
Crack! Crack!
The sounds of intense collisions rang out incessantly. Jack, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, had his legs bent and trembling as he looked at Han Shuo in disbelief. Han Shuo was holding onto half of the stool with one hand, completely unfazed by the combined attacks of several people. A bone-piercing chill seeped out of his eyes on his crazed and barbaric face.
Han Shuo's body kept shifting and dodging, but the stool never stopped. It continued to smash at the noses and faces of those who were surrounding him. In just a short while, all six of them had blood bursting out of their faces.
At this moment, Jack was completely dumbfounded by Han Shuo's callous methods. He never dared to imagine that the cowardly and meek Han Shuo would one day have such a ruthless side to him.
Just as Jack was in a daze, the fighting aura that Erick had left behind on Han Shuo's back was finally being slowly refined by the magical yuan as he fought as he pleased. It was only at this moment that Han Shuo was startled. He suddenly realized what he was doing and couldn't help but feel some lingering fear.
"There are sounds of fighting. What's going on? Let's go to the training field and take a look!" Suddenly, Han Shuo heard Fanny's voice from afar, followed by the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching.
On the other hand, Carey, Borg, and the others were still completely unaware. Each and every one of them was trembling with fear as they looked at Han Shuo with faces full of fear and shock. They all held clubs in their hands, but no one actually dared to take another step closer.
Han Shuo knew that this was not a small matter. His mind quickly churned with ideas, and he suddenly ran towards the entrance of the training field. As he ran, Han Shuo carelessly wiped the fresh blood on the stool on his face and forehead, then casually threw away the two blood-stained halves of the stool. He grabbed at the wound on his back where Erick had stabbed him yesterday and tore it forcefully. With a pained howl, the wound that hadn't completely scarred split open in an instant, and fresh blood flowed out and dyed his back red.
When he reached the entrance, Han Shuo's sprinting speed came to an abrupt halt. He abruptly lay on the ground and "struggled" to crawl towards the entrance. When he saw Fanny and the others appear, Han Shuo extended his blood-stained hands. His forehead and nose were covered in blood, and he whimpered with a face full of fear, "They, many of them hit me, save … save me!"
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