"Clean up the battlefield immediately," Shen Luoyan ordered the fighters of Nanyang loudly after the melee was over.
"Yes." The fighters from Nanyang responded loudly. They forced themselves to walk over to the fighters from other schools who were lying on the ground. One by one, they removed the magatama that represented their identity as fighters from their earlobes.
"Unfortunately, Chengdu's Guan Yu, Xuchang's Guo Jia, Xiahou Dun, Luoyang's Hua Xiong, and Liangzhou's Han Sui all ran away, leaving only Wuwei's Zhang Xiu behind," Shen Luoyan said regretfully as she walked to Zhen Ye and the others while her fighters were cleaning up the battlefield.
"However, things will go smoothly in Yu Province from now on." Then, Shen Luoyan changed the topic and looked down at Tian Feng and the others lying on the riverbank, which was originally the battlefield, and smiled.
The cleaning work went quickly. In less than five minutes, all the magatama of the defeated fighters were collected and fell into Shen Luoyan's hands.
"Return to school," Shen Luoyan announced loudly.
After saying that, Shen Luoyan, Zhen Ye, and the fighters of Nanyang returned in the direction of Nanyang High School.
On the way back to Nanyang High School, Shen Luoyan ordered Lu Su Zijing, who was beside her, "Zijing, contact the fighters in the school and issue an order to assemble. Get all the fighters who can move to gather at the auditorium immediately."
"Yes." Lu Su Zijing accepted the order, then took out her phone and contacted the school fighter she knew.
About half an hour later, Shen Luoyan and the others returned to Nanyang High School.
Without resting, Shen Luoyan immediately went to the auditorium with everyone and saw the fighters of Nanyang who had been waiting there for a long time.
"Target, Yuzhou High School. Let's go!" Shen Luoyan, who walked to the rostrum under the gazes of many fighters, announced loudly.
"Yes!" Because of the recent school extermination operations, the fighters of Nanyang High School were all excited. The fighters of Nanyang, who were full of enthusiasm for school extermination, responded in unison with excitement. The earth-shattering response directly shook the glass of the auditorium.
Then, the fighters of Nanyang, who knew what to do, immediately rushed out of the auditorium and went to the school's parking lot. They orderly boarded the stalled school bus one by one. After all the students had boarded, they started the bus and drove to Yuzhou High School, which had basically lost half of its fighters.
…
On the rooftop of an empty teaching building at Luoyang University, a man was covered in dozens of band-aids. The skinny boy, who looked like a sickly rich young master, pressed his elbows on the parapet. His left palm was open, and his right hand was holding a paper knife. Without hesitation, he carved on his left hand. Even so, the boy who was committing self-harm did not show any signs of pain on his face. Instead, he showed an expression that should be called enjoyment. He watched as his palm was cut by the paper knife and blood flowed out.
Subsequently. The boy, who was no longer satisfied with the injury from his palm, began to use the blade of the paper knife to cut open his wrist. He stared at the red blood that was quickly gushing out from the wound.
"Lord Dong Zhuo, according to the latest news, the Yu Province Academy has been destroyed." At this moment, a man in Luoyang High School's autumn uniform with long, straight black hair that reached his buttocks appeared. A girl wearing a pair of rimless round-rimmed glasses pushed open the door and came to the rooftop. She stood about five meters away from the boy and reported.
"The attacker is still Nanyang University, which has been in the limelight recently."
"What about that person?" Dong Zhuo asked without turning his head. He moved the paper knife upward and stopped the tip of the knife at the skin of his throat. Then, he forcefully cut open his throat.
"After the new monarch of Nanyang seized the magatama, he has not been able to retrieve it. He is still in a stable state," the girl in glasses replied.
"Lord Dong Zhuo, I don't think we can continue to let Nanyang University run amok. Please allow me to mobilize people to annihilate them," the girl who answered Dong Zhuo's question suggested.
"Wen He, do you think history has changed?" Dong Zhuo turned around. He looked at the girl in glasses and asked softly.
"This …" The girl named Wen He hesitated for a moment before replying, "According to the current situation, history has indeed changed because of the intervention of the new monarch of Nanyang. It has even become completely different from this period of history. We can no longer view the current situation according to the past. "
"Then, what about our fate? Has it also changed?" Dong Zhuo asked again.
"Perhaps. Although many things have changed, the people and things related to us do not seem to have changed," Wen He replied with a frown.
"Wen He, let's go to Nanyang University tomorrow," Dong Zhuo ordered as he walked slowly toward the entrance of the teaching building.
"Yes," Wen He, who understood that Dong Zhuo's decision could not be changed, lowered her head and replied.
In a breath's time, the two of them passed by each other. Finally, Dong Zhuo disappeared into the passage.
"Fate, huh …" the girl named Wen He muttered softly as she raised her head and looked at the blue sky. Then, she also left from the rooftop of the teaching building, leaving behind drops of blood on the ground to indicate what had just happened.
The next day, at around ten o 'clock in the morning, a black, solemn, and heavy BMW stopped outside the entrance of Nanyang University with a soft rolling sound.
"Crack." The tightly shut car door cracked open. Then, Dong Zhuo, whose face, arms, and body were covered with dozens of band-aids under Luoyang University's short-sleeved summer uniform, walked out of the car with a long saber wrapped in a blue cloth.
Similarly, the girl named Wen He also walked out of the front passenger seat.
After getting out of the car, Dong Zhuo did not say anything. He directly led the girl, Wen He, into Nanyang University through the main entrance, not caring about his own safety at all.
"That, that's Dong Zhuo!?" A Nanyang student who happened to be on the field screamed in disbelief and fear when he saw Dong Zhuo walk into the school. Under the influence of fear, he didn't realize how sharp and annoying his voice was at this moment.
Hearing his scream, the other students also looked at Dong Zhuo and Wen He slowly walking forward. However, even though they clearly knew who these two people were and that they were enemies, not a single student dared to attack them. Instead, they all stood where they were or ran away from Dong Zhuo's path, watching them as they walked forward.
Clearly, as the Demon King, Dong Zhuo's terrifying reputation had frightened these warriors.
Fortunately, although their performance was unbearable, some of them were still smart. At least, they knew to run and inform the head of Nanyang about Dong Zhuo's arrival — Zhen Ye and the others.
Amidst the noise of the smart people and the students in the teaching building, Zhen Ye and the others also learned of Dong Zhuo's arrival. They left their classrooms and came to the entrance of the teaching building to greet Dong Zhuo.
During this process, Ya Ye, Yuanyuan, Naga Kanyao, Nanjo Nora, Sentan Miyun, and Shen Luoyan also gathered beside Zhen Ye and confronted Dong Zhuo, who had stopped in the middle of the field.
"You're Nanyang's new monarch, Zhen Ye? You don't seem to be anything special, "Dong Zhuo said softly as he tilted his head and sized up Zhen Ye.
"What are you doing in Nanyang?" Zhen Ye asked.
"I'm here to see what ability you have to change history," Dong Zhuo replied.
"It seems that I've disappointed you," Zhen Ye said.
"It doesn't matter. I didn't come here with any intentions," Dong Zhuo said indifferently.
"Is that so? But even so, I'm now interested in you, "Zhen Ye said as he stared unblinkingly into Dong Zhuo's eyes.
"You want to keep me here?" Dong Zhuo asked with a dangerous smile.
"Of course. You're now a big fish for Nanyang," Zhen Ye replied indifferently.
"That depends on whether you have the ability or not." As soon as Dong Zhuo's voice fell, a powerful and strange aura that was different from the aura of ordinary fighters emanated from Dong Zhuo's body, indicating his powerful strength to the world.
Zhen Ye waved his arm and signaled Ya Ye and the others to back away from him. At the same time, he was on guard against Dong Zhuo's possible attack.
Then, in the next moment, Dong Zhuo stomped his foot and rushed toward Zhen Ye like a cannonball. He swung his arm and punched Zhen Ye's abdomen with lightning.
Zhen Ye grabbed Dong Zhuo's lightning fist with his palm and activated the power of the Tenshou Dragon Gate to neutralize the strange aura. Then, he swung his arm and punched Dong Zhuo's chest.
Due to the eruption of evil energy, Dong Zhuo's veins were bulging all over his body and his pupils were completely black. He leaned back and lifted his leg to kick Zhen Ye's abdomen again.
Zhen Ye's feet shook as he used the Flying Scythe Kick to escape from Dong Zhuo's attack. He instantly appeared behind Dong Zhuo and slapped his palm toward Dong Zhuo's head.
Dong Zhuo leaned back forcefully and lifted his leg to kick Zhen Ye's face with an upside-down golden hook.
Zhen Ye raised his palm to block Dong Zhuo's kick. At the same time, he lifted his leg to kick Dong Zhuo's head. However, under the control of evil energy, Dong Zhuo's movements were very fast. He immediately twisted his body and blocked Zhen Ye's kick with one arm.
Boom! Then, a spiral of energy appeared around Dong Zhuo's body and forced Zhen Ye away from him.
Seeing this, Zhen Ye frowned. He swung his arm and punched out. A pale-white pillar of energy visible to the naked eye immediately flew out from Zhen Ye's fist and shot toward Dong Zhuo, who was about to fall to the ground after turning around in the spiral of energy.
"Dragon Shaped Qi Art, Needle Forging Technique."
Boom! In an instant, there was a loud boom and Dong Zhuo, who was protected by the energy, was immediately sent flying backward.
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