Looking at the serious-faced strong men, after a brief silence, Mu’en pulled out a fruit knife from behind, and fiercely shouted:
“Don’t come any closer, I’m very strong…”
Before he could finish speaking.
A crunching sound echoed.
The muscle men silently drew out their two-meter-long large blades.
The blades glinted coldly.
Pointed at Mu’en.
“…”
Mu’en looked at their two-meter blades, then at his twenty-centimeter dagger.
He forced a smile.
“Don’t come any closer, I’m very weak, do you believe I can commit harakiri in front of you in a minute?”
“…”
The muscle men remained silent, seemingly at a loss for words, but only Mu’en, seeing the shyness in their eyes, knew that these pure-hearted strong men just had never talked to girls before.
But no matter how pure-hearted they were, they couldn’t just let Mu’en go.
The muscle men closed in, and Mu’en could only retreat step by step.
Mu’en wanted to use Shadow Step to escape, but Shadow Step wasn’t a true teleport; it couldn’t truly ignore obstacles. So it was very difficult to get out in this surrounded situation.
Moreover, Mu’en had used Shadow Step in the previous martial arts class. If he used it now, being recognized by Ariel might lead to his identity being guessed…
Combined with those pretentious words Ariel had just said to him, Mu’en didn’t even want to imagine how many pieces he’d be cut into by an angry Ariel afterward.
In any case, it wouldn’t be a few.
“What to do… what to do… if I get caught and taken back, all my efforts will be for nothing.” Cold sweat broke out on Mu’en’s forehead, and before he knew it, he had already leaned against the cold wall, reaching a point of no retreat.
With so many muscle men going upstairs, the defenses below would only become weaker.
In other words, the brave ones would rush over even faster.
If that happens…
Dying socially in front of the entire school, that kind of thing, no thank you.
“Mu’en, junior~”
At this moment, a familiar voice rang out.
Mu’en froze for a moment, then his eyes widened in surprise.
A surge of joy rose in his heart as if he had escaped from a dire situation.
“Senior?”
Mu’en turned his head to look around, “Where are you?”
“Don’t move.”
A soft voice echoed in his ear.
As the muscle men puzzled over Mu’en’s sudden monologue, a shadow like a snake suddenly emerged from the shadow cast by the wall and floor.
A long whip.
The long whip flexibly waved, as if it had its own thoughts, suddenly striking at the muscle man closest to Mu’en.
That muscle man reacted quickly and raised his blade to block, but the seemingly soft long whip burst forth with tremendous force upon contact with the blade, visibly bending the large blade in the muscle man’s hand.
Under this immense force, the muscle man let out a scream and was forcibly knocked away.
A gap appeared in the encirclement, the long whip quickly spun back, coiling around Mu’en’s waist, dragging him swiftly away along the opening.
As his body was pulled by the long whip, Mu’en instinctively felt a bit of panic at losing his balance, but before he could struggle, he felt himself enveloped in a warm embrace.
A familiar faint fragrance filled his nostrils, and the voluptuous feeling from behind made his heart flutter.
In the dark corner, Mu’en felt a pair of tender hands wrap around his waist, a delicate chin gently knocking against his shoulder, warm breath brushing against his ear, causing a tingling sensation.
“Junior, you’re so beautiful.”
Mu’en heard the senior’s little devil-like voice ringing in his ear, unable to help but feel his heart float.
“Isn’t this all because of you, Senior?” Mu’en said with a bitter smile.
“I don’t want to be like this.”
“Really? But you seem quite happy, standing so conspicuously in everyone’s view. Are you trying to gather a bit of popularity first and then debut as an idol of the academy?”
Senior Anna laughed softly: “I think it’s very promising. Look at your current popularity; those younger male classmates act like they’ve been injected with adrenaline when they see you. If you debut now, it might not be long before your popularity even surpasses that of the student council president.”
“No way I’m becoming an idol!”
Mu’en shouted while covering his face:
“I am a hundred percent muscle man, you know!”
“But if you wear a little skirt now, I bet you’d look even prettier than me.”
“…” Feeling numb, he didn’t want to talk.
“Hehe, okay, I won’t tease you anymore.”
Anna patted Mu’en’s head and laughed:
“While that big guy is distracted, let’s make our move.”
“Okay, okay, let’s hurry.”
Mu’en nodded repeatedly, feeling somewhat teary-eyed.
After being tormented for so long, finally he could…
“Boom!”
Before the first tear could even fall.
A familiar figure was suddenly thrown over, crashing against the wall next to Mu’en with great speed.
“Cough, cough…”
Amid the swirling dust, Ariel struggled to sit up amidst the rubble and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
“Damn it, it turns out that even with forbidden techniques to temporarily boost power, fighting two levels above is still a bit too much, huh?”
In Mu’en’s dazed gaze, Ariel turned her head to see him and briefly smiled, only to notice the senior holding him, her expression changed to one of rage:
“Who are you? Why are you quicker than me?!”
“…”
Mu’en’s lips twitched, uncertain of what to say. Suddenly, the senior behind him let go, transforming into an ethereal shadow, moving towards the front.
The High Priest had arrived.
“Oh, another woman?”
The High Priest, holding a bloodied large sword, looked at the approaching Anna with a sinister expression.
On his chest, there was a huge wound as if scorched by flames, yet he seemed completely unaware, as if this was as trivial as losing a strand of hair for him.
Though he didn’t have any hair at all.
“Indeed, women are no good!”
The High Priest’s face twisted with rage, raising the large sword once more to strike!
The flash of the cold blade stirred a fierce wind; the High Priest had no thoughts of being merciful, as if he were simply chopping a fish on a cutting board.
Under this terrifying blade glare, Anna appeared as fragile as paper.
But then Anna twisted her waist, as if her whole body had no bones, gracefully bending into a position that even professional dancers would envy, deftly avoiding the High Priest’s blade.
In the next moment, before the High Priest could swing a second time, Anna gently stepped on the still suspended large knife and leaped up like a nimble black cat, her figure tracing a graceful arc in the air, flipping and pointing her fingers toward the High Priest’s head.
A rare chill flickered on her charming face.
“Explode.”
She parted her crimson lips.
The spell, chanted in an instant, built upon her fingertips.
Brilliant light burst forth in an instant, along with the terrifying heat containing overwhelming destructive energy, charging toward the defenseless High Priest.
Even if the omission of the chant led to a significant reduction in power, at such close range, the explosive magic known for its power was not something flesh and blood could defend against.
Thus.
Flesh and blood splattered.
Even though the High Priest turned his head forcefully at the last moment to evade the fatal blow, the high temperature and flames nevertheless instantaneously devoured large portions of his flesh, his shoulder was entirely blown apart, and his right hand, holding the sword, drooped pitifully like a broken twig, hanging only by a piece of flesh.
