Chapter Twenty-Three: The War That Never Existed

"Damn...... Help me... Yes...... My hands!"

Klaus struggled on the ground, hissing and screaming. The pain was so severe that he lost his mind. His eyes were red and bulging, his body trembled uncontrollably, beads of sweat the size of beans were on his forehead, and his neck was bruised.

Several aristocratic students, including the magician, had already grabbed his side as soon as he landed to check on his injuries.

As soon as they lifted the sleeves of Klaus's uniform, they found that the bones of Klaus's forearms had been shattered, and the palms were twisted in a strange posture. At the fracture, several finger prints like iron tongs were shocking.

Such a strict injury not only made Klaus lose his combat effectiveness in an instant, but even if he was immediately sent to the magician for treatment, he would not have ten days and half a month to recuperate, and he would not expect to get better.

Looking at Klaus's limp arm and listening to his terrible screams, the people around him all felt a palpitation. Everyone looked at each other, and their eyes showed shock, shock and fear that could not be concealed.

No one thought that the moment Klaus suddenly became a killer, the black-haired freshman's counterattack would be so decisive and fierce.

Looking at the uniform and wounds on his waist that were torn by Klaus, and thinking back to the cold eyes in his eyes that crushed Klaus's arms at the cost of this, many people only felt a creepy chill climb from the vest all the way up their heads.

"His hand was broken. The magic student turned around and said a word to Xiang Feng and Ning Mao'er, with words in his mouth, his hands changed handprints on his chest, and he performed a first-level grass weaving technique.

As a flash of green light flashed, hundreds of soft blades of grass stretched out in the void, climbing up Klaus's arm, densely intertwined into a soft grass net, wrapping his severed arm and fixing it to his body.

This wood-based spell is one of the few spells in nature magic that can be used to heal injuries. Although it can only be fixed with the broken arm, it is still a novelty for the others on the side. Many freshmen who had never seen magic before were even more amazed and discussed.

There are so few magicians in this world. These people, who have thin bodies but have the power to change the color of heaven and earth, are as far away, mysterious and noble as the stars on the horizon from ordinary people.

No one wants to offend a magician.

Not to mention that an ordinary civilian awakening mage is equivalent to the status of a baron, that is, just because of the terrifying power in their hands, no one is willing to try. If you don't want to die silently, then don't have the foolish idea of going against a magician.

In the eyes of everyone, the magic student simply treated Klaus, beckoned two companions and a few students who volunteered to help to carry Klaus to the academy's medical officer. After doing this, he stood up and faced Roy.

"You made a mistake. The magic student's tone was as gloomy as his face.

"Really?" Roy was expressionless, "What?"

The crowd around was in an uproar.

The magic student looked directly into Roy's eyes, his chest heaving violently.

Before Roy came, they had been waiting for more than twenty minutes in the castle of the E team, which would not set foot at all on weekdays.

For more than twenty minutes, they chatted as they watched the crowd of people entering the castle automatically parting in front of them. No one dared to be disrespectful to them, or even to come near them. Especially when he saw him wearing a robe, the eyes of every student were full of awe.

Everyone knows who they are, and everyone understands that offending them - even a small misunderstanding can have unbearable consequences.

The magician was well aware of the strength of himself and his companions, and knew that his status as a magician was even more intimidating than the nobility of his companions, and although he was not proud of this, he admitted that he did enjoy the feeling. ...,

Originally, in his opinion, to deal with a small freshman, there is no need to be so careless.

These people came here not so much to write a war book, but to kill chickens and show monkeys. A little warning to the freshmen of Team E, as well as those who were secretly happy to see Quincy and the others being beaten, and who were excited that their team had a man of the year like Team Nicole.

It's a simple task.

It was so simple that he didn't even think about saying a few more words to the other party, let alone what kind of changes would occur in the process.

And things got out of control the moment the brunette kid appeared.

He treats their challenge like a fart!

Not only did he spit in the war book and crush Klaus's arm, but he also made a thumbs down gesture and humiliated them all with impudence and indulgence!

A rage of shame and humiliation that had never been tasted before instantly ignited the chest of the magic student. At this moment, he only felt that the magic in his body was like a flowing flame, filled with an uncontrollable violence.

"I, the second-year cadet of the Ministry of Magic of the First Training Camp and the second-order Langxing Magician, Si Walker, officially propose a duel to you. ”

Si Walker, a magic student, took out his wand with his backhand.

He tried to calm himself down. However, his entire body, including his voice, trembled with irrepressible anger and insult.

He heard the chatter of the students beside him, and saw their eyes that bordered on pity. He knew that when Klaus fell, their act of coming to Team E early in the morning to write a war letter was evolving into a self-inflicted humiliation.

There are a lot of people in this world waiting to see their jokes.

And now, in front of everyone here, he is going to use his magic to shove this brunette boy's arrogance back into his asshole.......

However, before the thought in his mind was finished, the hand that took out his wand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

More than ten meters away, Roy stood straight in place like a javelin. In his hand, a bow that appeared at some point had already drawn its string and mounted an arrow. The sharp arrows and half-squinted eyes with a chill were facing him.

Siwalker's face turned pale to almost transparent at this moment. As the twelve arrows that the black-haired kid shot at the two magic students yesterday came to mind, he instantly realized what a terrible mistake he had made!

"Duel?you deserve it?!" Roy's tone, not half polite, "Get out!"

The atmosphere, at this moment, was as solemn as if lead had been poured into the air.

Looking at Siwalker's bruised hand holding his wand and the look in his reddened eyes that were so angry that he wanted to fight desperately, but had to forcibly endure it, the students around him no longer knew what to use to describe their feelings.

This kid is simply crazy!

But in front of this madman, Klaus planted it, and now it seems that Seawalker has also planted it. His wand had just been taken out, and before he could perform his powerful magic, he had already been slapped by Roy and turned his eyes into gold.

"Roy," Xiang Feng, who had been silent, walked out, blocked in front of Seawalker, and said to Roy, "Have you considered the consequences of your doing this?"

Hearing Xiang Feng's words, some of the students of Team E turned their worried eyes on Roy.

Although they didn't know Roy and didn't have much friendship with him, this was also the territory of Team E. From the bottom of their hearts, they actually sympathized more with this freshman who had just stepped into the school gate and was targeted by the nobles on the first day of the school.

They could fully imagine how miserable the future days of this new life would be under the suppression of the nobles. Maybe in a week, he will be forced by the other party to leave the academy, ending the dream he has not had time to unfold.

This is not uncommon in Team E..., what Roy is doing at the moment is something they have fantasized about countless times in the deepest part of their hearts, but they don't even dare to expose the slightest thing.

Whether it was his spit in the war book, counterattacking Klaus, or slashing Siwalker, it made the students present feel a kind of pleasure that they had never felt before.

They found that in the face of this young man's ferocity and wildness like a monster, the nobles and geniuses who were high up could be so wolfy. In the face of fangs and claws, their pride, indifference, and noble demeanor all disappeared.

However, the consequences of the matter are too strict.

What this newborn has done is already tantamount to waging war against all the nobles. On his first day at the Academy, he was like a huge rock that smashed into the turbulent waters of the undercurrent. When the sky-high splash is splashed, what awaits him in the future will be endless revenge!

"The consequences?!" Facing Xiang Feng's question, Roy bared his teeth, "Lao Tzu has to consider the consequences of beating you up, and it is you who should consider the consequences." ”

As he spoke, he put away the bow in his hand, looked down at the wound on his waist, raised his head and said seriously: "Put away such a low-level trick as the battle book for me." Too naïve. If you want to play, have fun. You're going to kill me, and you're going to kill me. Can't kill me...... Hey..."

He sneered: "...... Lao Tzu changed his tricks to play with you until he vomited. ”

Sizzle. The students around them gasped with toothaches.

I've seen it horizontal, I've never seen it so horizontal! I've never seen it so desperate, I've never seen such a desperate one! Thinking back to the ruthlessness of this kid who was desperately injured and had to crush Klaus's arm, everyone couldn't believe that this was a knight freshman.

This is a total living bandit!

Xiang Feng looked at Roy quietly, his square and expressionless face showed a solemn look for the first time. He could see that this thin boy was serious in every word. If this kind of person says it, he will definitely be able to do it.

I don't know why, but he has a little respect for Roy in his heart. He even doubted whether Scarlett and Xia Li's decision was right or wrong.

But, rightly or wrongly, there is no room for things to turn around.

From today, a war between them and this teenager has begun. This will be the kind of war that the First Training Camp has not had in decades in the Mooney City Branch—a war between a commoner freshman and all the noble cadets.

There is no suspense about victory or defeat!

Nodding to Roy, Xiang Feng turned around.

"Let's go!"

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