Chapter 16
Chapter 16: A lot of people are hitting me
Noon, the training fields for the necromancy major.
Han Shuo was absentmindedly cleaning as he ran through Master Gene’s morning lecture in his mind. Han Shuo’s eyebrows were slightly as he was deep in thought.
A fat figure sprinted in from the door and came to a stop in front of Han Shuo. Jack panted heavily as he said hurriedly, “Bad news Bryan! Carey and Borg are coming to get revenge on you!”
Han Shou was a bit unhappy that his thoughts had been interrupted. He frowned upon seeing Jack’s panicked face and asked, “What going on? Didn’t I beat up those two idiots last time? What do they want with me again?”
“I don’t know, I’m not sure either. I only heard that they’re in pain because they ate something this morning. Their faces are all green! They’re yelling about getting revenge on you, even Lisa’s looking for you!”
Han Shuo still felt a bit of pain when he touched his back, but it felt a lot better than it had last night. The magical yuan had eventually fully enclosed the dark green fighting aura within his spine, and seemed to be shrinking slowly. This gave Han Shuo a small bit of comfort.
“Don’t blame me since you’ve come looking for death!” Han Shuo coldly snorted and tightly grasped the broom in his hand as he looked towards the door.
Jack still wore an anxious expression on his face as he wringed his hands, “Bryan, it’s different this time. Carey and Borg got a few helpers and they don’t seem to be errand boys from the necromancy major. They’re all really tall and strong! Hurry and run!”
“Damned Bryan, how dare you plot against us! I’ll make you pay today!” Carey’s voice had already traveled in from outside as Jack was urgently trying to convince Han Shuo to run. A crowd of people had already blocked the training field doors by the time he’d finished speaking.
He spread both hands and caught Carey’s upraised foot like lightning. He lifted it up and sent Carey flipping backwards, landing with a huge thump and grimace of pain. His teeth made close contact with the ground and blood was already forming at the edges of his mouth.
The four who had come to help Carey and Borg were dumbfounded by Han Shuo’s about face. Their leering faces froze, and their expressions became a bit odd.
“Don’t be afraid, he’s just one person. We’ve got six on our side and can beat him to death, even if we hit him randomly!” Borg lifted his chin and said suddenly as he brought a wooden stool out of nowhere. He gave a great yell and came crashing towards Han Shuo.
The four’s flagging confidence was renewed upon hearing Borg’s words, and their expressions shifted back again. They slowly took out short wooden staves from behind them and followed Borg’s lead in rushing towards Han Shuo’s head.
They’d even prepared weapons! Han Shuo narrowed his eyes, sprang off both legs and dodged to the side as he saw that Borg’s stool was about to hit him.
Crash!
The stool hit the stone floor and its legs wobbled from the impact. It didn’t look that sturdy anymore. Borg gave a light “eh?” as a shocked expression made its way onto his face. He hadn’t anticipated that Han Shuo would be able to dodge and make his strike land on empty air.
Pow! A quick fist smashed into the bridge of Borg’s nose and a bloody flower formed. Borg’s head drooped as he staggered backwards, the stool slipping from his limp hands in his pain.
His head lowered with a low laugh, Han Shuo grabbed the stool that Borg had dropped and turned to be ambushed by a short and stocky red-haired boy. The wooden stave whistled through the air, and the wooden stool was suddenly raised to catch the stave, just as it was about to hit Han Shuo’s head.
One stool leg in each hand, Han Shuo felt the magical yuan in his spine churn increasingly faster. He could clearly feel the enclosed fighting aura continue to disappear, resulting in limitless strength entering his hands. He grasped the stool legs firmly and all of a sudden tore it apart.
The entire stool was torn into half, and Han Shuo kicked out with his right foot as he held the two halves in his hands. He connected solidly with the guy’s lower abdomen, with the latter’s face immediately turning white as he stooped on the ground in pain.
Han Shuo wasn’t about to let him off that easily — the former was reveling in his bloodthirsty feelings and only wanted to full vent it out. Both of his hands started working at the same time, crashing the halves of the stool down onto the red-haired guy’s face. Blood splurted out from his forehead at once as it dyed the stool halves red.
“Hurry and stop him! That damned crazy kid will kill Alva!” Borg screamed in terror as blood streamed out from his nose, like two worms, thanks to being flattened by Han Shuo’s fist.
Even Carey was struggling to pull himself up. Despite being struck with terror, he still shakily raised the pre-concealed wooden stave and rushed towards Han Shuo with the others.
Pilipala.
A violent series of collisions rang out. Watching from the sidelines with bent legs quivering in fear, Jack watched Han Shuo incredulously. He only saw Han Shuo raise the halves of the stool and bring them down on people’s noses. Blood trickled down their faces and the tops of their heads after only a moment.
At this moment, Jack was stunned silly, completely floored by Han Shuo’s coldly cruel methods. He never would have thought that the typically timid and accepting Bryan would one day display such a violent and savage side of himself.
Just as Jack was stupefied, Erick’s fighting aura had finally been digested by the magical yuan during the fight, in which Han Shuo had indulged his every whim. It was then that Han Shuo came to himself and abruptly realized what he was doing. He couldn’t help but feel a bit afraid.
“There’s sounds of fighting, what’s going on? Go check out the training fields!” Han Shuo suddenly heard Fanny’s voice sound from afar, with rapidly approaching footsteps following her words.
He turned back to see Carey, Borg and co. look at him with faces full of fear and dismay, each scared out of their minds. They all wielded wooden staves, but not one dared take one step closer.
Han Shuo knew that things were grave indeed, and madly ran through different scenarios in his mind. A sudden thought struck him, and he unexpectedly ran towards the training field doors. He smeared the blood from the stool onto his face and head as he ran, then threw the two blood stained halves away. He grabbed his back, where Erick’s sword had injured him, and gave a mighty yank along with a great roar of pain. The injury hadn’t fully scabbed over yet and it ripped open immediately, fresh blood staining his back red.
At the door, Han Shuo abruptly switched from a sprint to a full stop and fell to the ground, “arduously” crawling towards the door. He stuck out two bloodstained hands when he saw that Fanny and co. had appeared, and said with a face full of terror and blood, “A, a lot of people are hitting me.