Chapter 28 – Violet Star Dragon Cavalry Commander (I)
Ma Liang shook his head. “Of course not. War is cruel. I just hope that we all have enough mental strength to bear it. Oh, that’s right, let me introduce you to someone. Chang Hao, please come over here.” He turned towards a mage that was standing alone and beckoned him over.
A youth wearing a silver magic robe heard what was said and walked over. His appearance was very simple, honest, and average looking, but he had an unusual temperament that made him unforgettable. In particular, his pair of black eyes which brimmed with wisdom and foresight seemed incompatible with his simple and honest appearance.
“Yin Zhu, this is the Spatial Domain division student I told you about. We’re all in the same year.” As he spoke, he sent a meaningful glance towards Ye Yin Zhu.
Ye Yin Zhu immediately understood. “Ah! So you are…”
Chang Hao hurriedly gestured for Ye Yin Zhu to shut up. “I know very well that we are kin. When the moment comes, we will mutually aid one another.” His voice was astonishingly clear and bright, making it very comfortable to listen to. Combined with his simple and honest appearance, he easily gave people a favorable impression.
Ma Liang smiled and said, “Yin Zhu, don’t be fooled by this guy’s appearance. He is known as the smartest person in the Magic Department. He cultivates a branch of Spatial Domain magic, and his expertise is winning from a position of weakness.”
Chess Sect; he was a disciple of the Chess Sect. Ye Yin Zhu was completely certain of this in his heart. His heart naturally held intimacy towards all who come from the Eight Eastern Dragon Sects.
Chang Hao smiled. “You are speaking nonsense. If I really am an expert at winning from a position of weakness, then it wouldn’t have been impossible for the Spatial Domain division to enter the finals.”
Ma Liang jested, “That’s because you bit into a hard bone!”1
“Boy, who are you calling a hard bone?” A proud, ice-cold voice echoed. Wearing a gold magic robe, a youth had walked up to them without them noticing. With short golden locks, a handsome but somewhat harsh appearance, and intentionally releasing waves of tremendous spiritual force, he appeared to be trying to intimidate the three of them.
Ma Liang smiled but remained silent. To the side, Chang Hao’s eyes flashed with a cold light. “So it’s you who’s the cold, hard bone, Freud. Don’t tell me Ma Liang spoke wrongly?”
Ye Yin Zhu was still the same. Amicably, he greeted, “Hello! Divine Music division, Ye Yin Zhu.”
Freud snorted coldly. “Spiritual division first-year general Freud. I didn’t expect this Freshman Competition to make you, a Divine Music division kid, champion. Only later on was it revealed that you are the President’s disciple. Ye Yin Zhu, I want to challenge you.”
“Challenge? Now?” Ye Yin Zhu looked at him in surprise.
Freud loftily said, “As a Spiritual mage, sometimes defeating an opponent only requires a moment. What, are you afraid?”
Ye Yin Zhu’s brows creased slightly. “We are soon leaving for the battlefield. All of us are comrade-in-arms, so we should cooperate with each other.”
Freud disdainfully said, “Who would work together with you plebeians. You really are imagining that your goodwill would be reciprocated. It seems you are afraid.”
The previously sarcastic Chang Hao was now silent, his eyes looking a bit expectant and ponderous. He looked at Ye Yin Zhu. During the Freshman Competition, he and Freud had fought to a stalemate, preventing both of their divisions from entering the finals. When the finals began, they had still been recuperating from their injuries, so they were unable to see Ye Yin Zhu and Ma Liang’s final decisive battle.
Although Chang Hao and Freud were arch-enemies, the two of them were a bit alike—neither of them accepted Ye Yin Zhu. To them, how could the Divine Music division win the Freshman competition when it was impossible for them to do so.
As for Ma Liang, only he knew the extent of Ye Yin Zhu’s genuine strength, so he naturally didn’t care.
Ye Yin Zhu shook his head. “I’m not scared of you, but now is not a suitable time for a challenge.”
Freud laughed out loud. “Still saying you’re not scared? Let’s see if you are able to resist my Spiritual Shockwave.” As his words fell, his eyes suddenly turned silver. A Spiritual Shockwave with little prior warning ruthlessly knocked against Ye Yin Zhu.
Ma Liang and Chang Hao hadn’t expected Freud to sneakily attack. Both of them simultaneously shouted, “Watch out!”
The gentle Ye Yin Zhu faced Freud. Just as Freud released his spiritual force, a protective layer of intangible spiritual force shielded him, so the attack basically didn’t affect Ye Yin Zhu.
Simplicity was not the same as weakness or even a fear of battle. Ye Yin Zhu’s face still held an indifferent smile, but in a split second, he arrived in front of Freud. He stepped forward, directly smashing through Freud’s second wave of spiritual force. Like lightning, his right hand extended out and grabbed Freud’s throat. There was no delay between these natural and unforced movements.
Freud was alarmed. Although he anticipated the ineffectiveness of his spiritual waves, Ye Yin Zhu clearly didn’t use any magic. He sensed that Ye Yin Zhu’s spiritual force was as impregnable as a diamond. His spiritual wave attacks had shattered like dragonflies shaking a stone tower.2 In a split second, his neck had been grabbed by four fingers, and a suffocating feeling instantly spread throughout his entire body. Ye Yin Zhu suddenly released a tyrannical aura in addition to his magic, oppressing Freud’s heartbeat until it nearly stopped.
Freud was slightly taller than Ye Yin Zhu, but now the two of them stood face to face. Ye Yin Zhu’s right hand gradually increased its force, causing his opponent’s complexion to become increasingly red, like rotten pig liver.
“I don’t like you. Leave and don’t bother me again.” His right hand flung Freud’s body away like a rag. Boom! He crashed into a Heavy Sword warrior who was wearing heavy armor, causing the student to start in surprise. Automatically turning around, his elbow just happened to meet Freud’s nose. Steel met flesh. Immediately, Freud’s face resembled an overturned dye shop. A mournful, blood-curdling screech rang out, as if his leg had been sliced by a rabid fowl.
“Yin Zhu, when all’s said and done, are you a mage or a warrior?” Chang Hao looked at him, dumbstruck.
Ma Liang laughed lowly. “And you staked everything to stalemate with Freud, who is unable to withstand a single blow of Ye Yin Zhu’s hand. Now you can no longer be skeptical of his champion strength. He cultivates both magic and martial arts.”
“What is happening?” Freud’s blood-curdling screech had gained the attention of all the students present. A tall youth walked up from the right. Wherever he walked, the other students, regardless of whether it was an upperclassmen or lowerclassmen, automatically stepped out of his way. The valiant Nesta was no exception.
Appearing to be 20 years old, the oceanic-blue heavy armor he wore seemed particularly tough and emitted a faint magical aura. With a glance, it could be seen as an unusual magical armor set. Sheathed on his back was a broadsword. Long light-blue hair framed his gorgeously strong face. Although he wore thick armor, he didn’t walk with loud, resounding footfalls; he gave people a tenacious feeling. Surpassing two meters in height, he resembled a tough fortress.
Ye Yin Zhu trembled in his heart. He felt a dangerous aura from this person.
“Elder Brother Oliveira, Ye Yin Zhu bullied me,” Freud complained, wiping the blood from his face. His current appearance held no trace of arrogance in the slightest.