Chapter 242
The other short-term disciples felt the same as the short-term disciples of the west courtyard, embarrassed. They thought Jiang Chen had made the situation worse for the short-term disciples, who had already been disdained.
“Dean, except the gift of talking, I don’t see anything in him that could earn him an outstanding grade,” Mo Sir said under the platform.
“I had this doubt, too. So did the top management of the Sacred Institute, but Nan Gong only said one thing to clear our doubts,” Yi Yuechuan said.
“Oh?”
Mo Sir was curious to know what he had said. Could Jiang Chen be a love child of a top management member of the Sacred Institute?
“He broke the record of how long a first-timer could stay in the Portal World. That’s what Nan Gong said, then he and there were no more questions.”
“Really?!”
His holy yuan exploded. He was giving off a powerful and astounding energy.
“Zhuang Fan is trying so hard in a small fight.” Dean of Students Shi Wengong wasn’t very happy to see this.
There was an unwritten rule in the Sacred Institute. Fights and duels were completely different and should be treated differently. Disciples shouldn’t push themselves too hard in fights.
Zhuang Fan was doing so because he wanted to defeat Jiang Chen as quickly as possible. It didn’t mean he had to make so much effort to win.
“The Rainbow Sword Method: Three Movements in One!”
Jiang Chen wasn’t affected at all. He smiled scornfully and drew out his sword to take his rival’s attack.
All of the disciples were exclaiming.
Jiang Chen looked completely different when he was using a sword, very different from when he was using a knife. His temperament changed sharply. The aggressive energy of his sword was sweeping every corner of the Hero Platform.
And Zhuang Fan experienced the consequences of the change soon.
After three sword attacks, Zhuang Fan’s palm power turned into nothing. His sleeves had been cut off. Jiang Chen was holding the Redcloud Sword at his throat. His skin was aching under its cold blade.
“Three Movements in One. If I didn’t stop the third movement, you would have been a dead man. Now it’s my turn to ask you. Who is the trash?” Jiang Chen said.
“You!” Zhuang Fan was irritated.
Jiang Chen slightly moved his hand and left a bloody mark on his neck. He said, “I’m easily scared. Don’t scare me.”
Sweats dripped down Zhuang Fan’s cheeks. He curled his lips in silence.
He had been defeated by a single sword attack in front of the four courtyards. He had to stay tough to save face.
“Didn’t you say trash like me wasn’t good enough for class eleven? Now, as the class leader, you’re this incapable. I’m glad I didn’t join you!”
“I’m asking you, with the the four courtyards as my witness, who is the trash?!”
“Kill me if you can!” Zhuang Fan shouted.
“Do you think I don’t dare?”
One sentence. Six words.
Jiang Chen’s eyes turned into a mysterious red color, as if he had transformed into a fierce animal. His killing intent was so strong that Zhuang Fan could almost touch it with his hands. He was totally broken down.
This was the killing intent Jiang Chen had learned when he was helping Whitty work on his spiritual intelligence.
The power of historic fierce beasts was enough to intimidate a Mental Wander State.
“I’m asking you, who is the trash!” Jiang Chen shouted.
“I’m the trash!”
Zhuang Fan shouted in fear and knelt down.
“Hehe.”
Jiang Chen’s fierce look was instantly gone. On his face, there was a vague smile.
He put his sword back into its sheath and turned around to get off the Hero Platform without taking another look at Zhuang Fan, who was still kneeling there.
Then, he suddenly stopped and looked up into the air.
The spectators of the four courtyards felt like he was gazing at them.
“The insulter always gets insulted.”
It was hard to tell whether he was speaking to Zhuang Fan or the proud disciples of the Sacred Institute.
A complicated and indescribable feeling emerged in everyone’s hearts.