death sentence on the spot.So he wasn't in such a rush to research magic cards for now.He felt that the most important thing when arriving in a new place was to fully understand the laws of that coun...Chapter 320: Principal Ranchi's Fist Style - Fifth Form

As everyone knows, the most frustrating thing about fighting bosses is when you're almost victorious, and suddenly the boss activates a massive shield, restoring their health in front of your eyes, forcing you to fight them all over again. What's even scarier is not knowing how many times this mechanic will repeat.

Lance was sitting in the stands, muttering to himself.

But the boss in Dean's arms felt inexplicably able to understand Dean's inner collapse.

No wonder Dean just yelled at Lance outside the field.

This newborn was the one who created this hellish mechanism to torment Dean.

"It's pretty mind-bending to see how people play without any blood. Most normal people wouldn't want to play like that."

West Germany also nodded in agreement.

The more they chatted, the better Lan Chi's vocabulary became at matching Ranch's words.

Xia Ya's attribute growth is well-balanced, with exceptional aptitude in mental magic and psychic magic. Besides physical strength which is average, the other attributes are above average. His most outstanding trait is his extraordinary talent in both mental and psychic magic, allowing him to directly learn numerous spells.

Lanche discarded Xia's previous, more rogue-like card structure, removing his role as a mage and transforming him into a high mobility, high sustain warrior. His strength has been directly increased by several tiers.

During their casual conversation, Lord Leven Cinstown twitched in the corner of his eye.

Although these two spoke casually, he dared not imagine the amount of pain Xia Ya must have endured over those three days to achieve such a transformation.

For young love, it seems a bit too harsh.

On the field.

Dean, already in the second round of combat, was no longer as valiant as before. It was clear that his state of mind was unstable now.

Dien, who stood tall beneath his heavy armor, roared with a fierce smile playing upon his bloodshot eyes. His blade flashed like the wind as he aimed to cleave Xia through the middle.

However, Xia reacted swiftly, using his body to perform a side flip and effortlessly dodged the fatal blow.

The moment he got close to Dean, he immediately retaliated, thrusting his leaf blade hard into the gap in Dean's armor. Accompanied by a spray of blood and Dean's agonizing scream, Dean suddenly swung his sword, creating another gust of wind.

Dean panted, managing to briefly drive Shaya back, seeming to land a blow on him. But he himself was growing increasingly dizzy.

When Xia's figure appeared in front of them once more, several fresh bloodstains marred his armor. Yet, he remained unyielding, staring down at Dean with an air of indifference, showing no sign of pain whatsoever.

"AAAAAHHHHH!!!"

Dean roared, his voice trembling. He was no longer the confident man he had been just moments ago; instead, he was consumed by a frantic rage that he couldn't control, unable to accept this shift in fortune.

On the other hand, Xia remained impassive, his emotions unmoved and his gaze cold with killing intent.

Just this shift in mindset tipped the scales of battle.

Even Dean didn't notice that since they began, Xiah's transparent umbrella had been propped on his shoulder. No matter how hard the blood rain poured down, it never touched him.

Next.

Even spectators who didn't understand the sport could see that the situation had become one-sided.

Dean, who was once a sure winner, is now out of the running. This infuriated Sir Blake Bourne, whose whiskers twitched with rage as he pounded his cane on the floor of the stand and glared at the figure beside him:

"Professor McGee, didn't you say Dean could win!"

"The opponent's tactics were too crooked, I suggest a strict investigation after the match."

Mage could only strive to maintain his composure, replying,

"Regardless of the outcome... aren't you supposed to take office as Governor today"

Despite such evasive rhetoric, Sir Blake Bourne could not quell his fury. He watched as Dean, increasingly overwhelmed, finally stood up and addressed him.

"Shaya Candis! If you have any guts, face Dean head-on like a man! Do you really think Lilyse would respect you for winning her hand with such cheap tactics!"

Lord Blackthorn, in the stands, shouted towards Kyla.

"Don't listen to him, Xia! "

On the other side of the audience, Sir Levin Cozens also rose to his feet at once and shouted.

His clever nephew could still win if he kept going. If he got provoked by the despicable Baron Blackthorne, though, he might very well get turned over!

The disparity in strength between the two sides is actually not that great. Just a moment of lapse could lead to giving away all the advantages!

Xia Ya rarely smiled.

As if wanting to give Dean a chance, she moved back slightly.

"You said before… that you wanted to kill someone"

Xia Ya's eyes were icy cold, elegant yet with a hint of madness.

"That beast in the stands...today he won't leave Qinsston! Surrender now, and I can get my father to spare him!!"

Dean's hair had fallen messily across his forehead, shaking as he gritted his teeth and snarled at Xia. In reality, however, he had already gripped his sword hilt.

"Sigh..."

Xia Ya let out a long breath, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal hitting the ground as he dropped his willow-leaf blade and put away his umbrella.

"This is what your father asked for."

He said calmly.

"Heh heh."

You also have to die!!!

Without giving Char a chance to react, Dien, in a frenzy of delight and grim laughter, unleashed the full force of his muscles and surged toward Char, aiming for a fatal blow against the distracted warrior!

Result.

Xia Ya adopted a boxing stance.

"That beautiful adult, are you also the one who matches their clamor!"

Xia Ya had a rare flash of anger. As he dodged the sword thrust, he lunged forward in an instant, delivering a punch that drove his knuckles deep into Dean's neck!

With a clatter, Dean's sword fell to the ground. He stared in disbelief, clutching his throat as he stumbled backward, saliva and tears of pain streaming down his agonized cheeks, but no sound escaped his lips.

Let me show you what the seniors' killing fist techniques are like. That punch just now was called friendly exchange."

Xia Ya smiled coldly.

"Uh..."

Dean was sobbing, he realized he had lost, and a real fear gripped him. But now he also discovered the biggest problem: he couldn't even utter the words "surrender"!

As he was already disarmed and desperate, he tried hard to signal the referee with gestures.

"Facing that adult, it's basic etiquette!"

Before he could even run, Xia Ya's voice, like a reaper, had already sounded behind him. He felt his legs go numb as if they were gone. Xia Ya's downward kick landed heavily on his knee, sending him sprawling to the ground in dizziness.

"

What a privilege to experience the radiance of virtue and the beauty of music!

"

The humiliation hadn't even reached Dean before a gust of wind and a deafening roar swept in. Xia Ya's bow-step charge with a punch to the side, followed by a palm strike, sent Dean reeling, stars dancing in his eyes and his ears ringing with the chaos of the scene. He was about to faint.

"Based on this, I also comprehended the fifth form..."

In a flash.

Facing Dean, who was kneeling on the ground, beaten until his head was dizzy and his eyes were blurry, Xia had already made a move to kick him from mid-air.

"This last kick is called 'Heaven's Delight'!"

Dean, with his metal armored boots, was kicked in the groin by Xia. He flipped through the air for several rotations before landing, already unconscious with his eyes rolled back in his head.

Many people felt a sudden, intense pain in their lower body.

After this kick, Dean probably won't be able to harm any girls for the rest of his life.

Sir Brak Boons may also need to hurry up and practice his trumpet again.

One side of the stands.

"You wouldn't really have a card called 'Heavenly Harmony,' would you"

The cat boss is now very afraid, it's afraid that Lanchi actually still has a card that is too vicious and has never used it.

Family happiness generally refers to the joy of family members gathering together, but with Lanche's naming method, it's hard to say...

Who knows.

Ranchi just kept stroking the cat boss, muttering to himself.

And West Germany, who had been watching the whole thing unfold, suddenly put his hand to his head.

“Well, it seems Xia is too well-trained. He's clearly frightening Miss Lilias.”

West Germany suddenly realized the magnitude of the problem.

It seems like the original intention was a romantic comedy about young boys and girls....

She trained with Lance for three days, training and training until she forgot about it.

But this time, even the cat boss didn't say a word.

Confusion clouded West Germany's face as he followed the gaze of the Cat Boss and looked up.

From afar, on the high platform, Miss Lilies' cheeks bore a faint blush of powerless redness. Her body was almost about to collapse against the railing, mumbling from her lips, "As expected...it is him..."

"Is this okay"

West Germany's face is full of suspicion about life.

Really You actually managed to make it happen

Is it that the prompts she gave were problematic, or is this actually a popular style of romance script now

"West Germany, are you satisfied meow…"

The cat boss was in tears, asking where West German was, who had promised it back then "the deviation wouldn't be much."

"It's none of my business."

West Germany whistled and shifted his gaze away.

Although, however.

Even though she considered herself to be someone with a strong capacity for acceptance.

She wouldn't want to see any more romantic comedies starring Ranch in the future.

(The End)

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Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! then bid farewell, retrieved their own tool magic cards, and headed straight for the Void Gate.They chatted and laughed easily, approaching the door leading to the void within about a hundred paces....