In a closed venue at the ASCHU College, the sunset was about to set off and spread its own little afterglow through the window, and printed golden pieces on the ground of the venue.

A thin boy with very short hair and a bright red scar on his left face stood like a cold rock, all with violent fighting spirit.

Outside him, six or seven SHIELD students were falling down.

His violent and ruthless cold curses recalled in this venue, like sharp swords, piercing into the hearts of these students of the ASHU who could not get up, making these ASHU students pale in their faces than physical pain.

"You trash! You stand up all for me, can you do this level?"

"So many of you deal with me, can't you beat me down?"

“Stand up!”

"If it were in the battle of the real magician team, you were trash like you would have been killed long ago!"

"I haven't even broken my hands and feet, so I can't continue fighting. Do you still want to join the Western Legion?"

Amid the curses of the scar-faced boy who had no sign of wrinkles on the SHIELD Academy's uniform, two people who fell to the ground roared and jumped up. Two different flames rushed towards the scar-faced boy. However, the scar-faced boy just stretched out his hands, and the two blasting flames destroyed all the magic power of the two, bombarding the two of them again.

"stand up!"

“Too slow!”

"I tell me, when facing a real master, you only know that pouring out techniques is a behavior of seeking death. You must first learn what real battle is!"

The cold and merciless insult sounded again.

After no one could stand up again in the end, the scarred boy walked out of the venue alone in silence.

The sunset pulled his back even longer, more like a sharp sword that could hurt people at any time.

"team leader."

A tall and heroic girl walked out of the alleys of two venues. It was Charlotte that Elin had ever seen. According to her name, this scarred boy is Ivan Fatt, the captain of the entire SHIELD Academy, recognized as the most powerful academy team.

"You are too harsh to insult them like this, after all, their strength..."

"Are I wrong?" Ivan interrupted Charlotte coldly: "They are all holding on to the ambition of joining the Westland Legion or the Lannister Sect. For them, this is not just a game, but a real battle. With the abilities of these people, I can't even beat me once, so I really deserve to scold me."

"I understand what you mean." Charlotte looked at his toes: "It's just that I think the scolding is too strong and may have a counterproductive effect."

"If people who suffer humiliation will be depressed instead of strengthening their fighting spirit, I would suggest that they be disqualified from joining the Legion and the Skiller Squad." Ivan said coldly: "Let the unsuitable people have the honor they should not have, but will harm him, and even lose their lives because of these people!"

Charlotte nodded, but she felt a hint of warmth from his coldness, so she no longer argued with the boy who was no different from the professional combat squad leader, but just said softly: "There is a bit strange for a freshman in St. Dawn Academy. The legend of their academy is that he is the bloodline of the giant monster and has made great progress."

“We are fearless.”

Ivan nodded and looked up at the last afterglow in the sky. "Our Western Legion itself is called the Dragon Battle Legion. Even the dragons are not afraid, as long as our will is as iron as we are strong enough."

After a pause, he continued coldly: "I don't need these members of my team to be able to do my level. As long as they can do your level, I will be satisfied enough."

Charlotte snorted helplessly, "Captain, are you praising me or criticizing me?"

...

"Is his self-healing ability not inferior to those pure dragon bloodlines? It's really a very strange mysterious bloodline."

In a corridor in the clinic, the lazy Liszt looked at the short-haired female sorcerer Anda, "In order to protect the future star of the Edge Kingdom and to protect the safety of children, don't disclose such information first."

Liszt's words were like a joke, but Anda, who was also familiar with him, also heard some voiceovers, with a slightly stiff face: "Can the Evil Dragon Cult have become so rampant now?"

"This is not a secret. Anyway, the storm will soon spread here." Liszt looked a little distressed: "Originally, the Evil Dragon Cult only appeared on the border, but recently there have been several deep into the kingdom. The targets of assassination are not only those members of the magician team who are particularly threatening to them, but have expanded to some young people who are particularly promising to become the top magicians in the kingdom in the future. Moreover, the frequency of the Evil Dragon Cult appears is getting higher and higher."

Anda's face became more serious, "Okay, I understand... Also, be careful when you go out to perform tasks."

"Haha, I'm still as popular as before."

"…I really don't know if you are really narcissistic or pretending to be like this." Jialan, who followed him into the clinic, glared at him fiercely, "Let's go."

"Okay, anyway, you are familiar with him, so you won't leave any bad impression on him. I'll be your follower later."

Ailin, who was looking at the ceiling boredly, heard footsteps sound. When he saw Jialan pushing the door, he immediately shouted "Teacher Jialan" happily. Then when he saw Liste following Jialan, he looked at him curiously and couldn't help asking: "Teacher Jialan, what kind of teacher is this? He seems to be very powerful."

"Don't worry about him." Jialan walked to Ailin. Before she could say anything, Ailin said anxiously, "Teacher Jialan, you are here just in time. I was about to find you. I found that there seemed to be no artifacts in my artifact. But in the game against Rogrit, I seemed to remember that my artifacts had more artifacts. This felt so strange."

"Do you want to know the real reason?" Liszt said with a smile.

Jialan, who was considering what to say, turned his head and glared at him fiercely, thinking that you said you were a follower, but now you are rushing to say it again.

"I just want to make things simpler." Liszt shrugged his shoulders, and saw that the thoughts were in her heart, and whispered to her.

"Teacher, do you know the reason?" Ailin suddenly became excited, "Of course I want to know the real reason."

"Then would you give it a try, it might hurt a little." Liszt smiled.

Ailin was stunned for a moment, and then became even more excited, "Of course!"

"Peng!"

His voice had just sounded, and before he could react, his whole body was already twitching from the bed with lightning.

Lister lazily stretched back his hands that were experiencing the magical pellets and electric light.

"ah!"

At this time, Ailin's cry of pain had just sounded.

"You..." Jialan looked at Liszt speechlessly.

"It's okay, this will relieve muscles and blood circulation, and it will recover faster." Liszt blinked at her and asked Ailin, whose hair was still standing and his body was still shaking: "Now I feel that there are more or less artifacts in your art sect?"

Ailin's cry of pain disappeared immediately.

"It's too much!" A second later, he shouted two words with a dull look on his face, then suddenly came to his senses, grabbed Liszt's hand, and shook desperately: "Teacher! Teacher! How could this happen? How could I feel that my art primordial particles have a lot more?"

"What about this?" Liszt smiled slightly, and a dazzling sci-figure particle rushed out of his hand, impacting Ailin's hands: "How much is the sci-figure particle? What about the last time?"

“A little more!”

Ailin immediately felt that there seemed to be a few more shining things in his sect, but of course it was incomparable to the feeling of countless dense saps that had just been added, so he immediately shouted: "It seems that there are only a few more! Not as many as last time."

"It seems that Senior Mei and I are really good at thinking."

Liste exclaimed, let out a long breath, turned his head to look at Jialan who was completely shocked and said, "His body is indeed passively absorbing magical particles... So when the magical power and magical particles are combined, his body will accept more magical particles. My magical particles directly rush on him, but his body cannot accept much."

"How could there be such a blood talent?" Galan's brain was a little blank and she lost her ability to think for a while.

"Teacher!" Ailin was already very excited at this time, "What passive absorption? I don't seem to understand it very much. Can you say it simpler?"

"To be simple, it is your blood talent, which makes your body like a sponge, which can absorb other people's magic particles and store them in your body's magic sect. This is why you can't condense the magic sect now, but there are magic sects in your body." Liszt looked at Ailin and said, "If someone hits you, your body will absorb some magic sects."

"Other people's magic primordial?" Ailin was completely stunned. Even he knew that this was unreasonable.

"Yes, you're just a prince beaten up." Liszt couldn't help laughing: "The more others beat you, the more you will absorb more magical pellets. And judging from your last performance, you can still use these magical pellets. So even if you can't condense magical pellets, if you have enough magical pellets in your magical sect, you can still use magical pellets."

"What?" Ailin looked dull: "Then as long as I get beaten up more... I will accumulate more magical particles?"

“In theory…”

"Teacher, then you hit me!"
Chapter completed!