“You…”
Lang Ya’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared intensely at the rabbit-eared disciple before him.
His sharp claws hung at his sides, as if he might slice open the disciple’s neck at any second to drink her blood.
The rabbit-eared disciple was clearly terrified by Lang Ya.
She retreated repeatedly until she hit a long table, nearly falling to the ground.
“W-w-waah, please, don’t eat me.”
“You… can you…”
Lang Ya roared, forcing a few words out, but they were quickly drowned out by the girl’s whimpering.
Who would have thought that such a weak rabbit could make such a loud noise?
Lang Ya’s pupils constricted as he reached a hand toward the rabbit-eared disciple.
However…
His sharp claws stopped abruptly, just 3 inches away from the disciple. Lang Ya curled his long, lupine lip, slowly turning his head to look at his own shoulder.
A thick, powerful hand was firmly pressed onto his shoulder, pinning him in place.
“Brother, this is going a bit too far.”
Luo Lin spoke in a low voice. Always known for being carefree, he was now unusually serious.
ROAR—
Lang Ya let out a low growl and swatted Luo Lin’s arm away with his backhand.
The force of his strike was so great that Luo Lin, who had reached the Golden Core Stage, stumbled back several steps, only stopping after kicking his leg hard against the ground to anchor himself.
“Why the hell are you actually attacking?”
Luo Lin sneered, ripping off his outer garment to reveal his brawny arms underneath.
Across from him, Lang Ya growled, pacing slowly around Luo Lin while letting out intermittent roars.
“Wuh… ROAR…”
“If you want to fight, then let’s fight! Who’s afraid of you!”
Luo Lin tensed his arms, and thick veins like dragons and snakes bulged violently. For a moment, the two looked nearly equal in size.
In the next second, Luo Lin stomped forward, charging at Lang Ya and swinging his thick, heavy fists toward the top of Lang Ya’s head.
Lang Ya was no ordinary person, either.
With a low roar, the claws on his arms expanded even further, reaching the level of literal blades.
Then, he met Luo Lin’s attack head-on!
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A fascinating match between players.
A top-tier werewolf versus a god-like XP man.
“That punch was a shame. If it had been a little more accurate, it would’ve hit him right in the forehead.”
“Oh, those claws are good. Going for the lower body—if the opponent’s stance wasn’t so stable, that would have landed.”
“Whoa, that palm strike was brutal. It hit him square in the face.”
Nan Xi was holding a handful of melon seeds, commenting on the two men’s fight to Xia Xia with great relish.
The battle between the two had reached a white-hot state, turning the lecture hall upside down.
Even now, debris from chairs and tables was still flying out from the center of their fight—anyone who didn’t know better would think they were just kids picking up chairs to brawl.
Truly, a pair of demolition experts, Nan Xi thought with a click of his tongue.
‘If only they were from Tianquan Peak. If they broke the sword furnace or the main hall during a fight, the repairs would definitely burn through a lot of funding.’
“Master, Master, who do you think will win?”
Xia Xia shook Nan Xi’s arm, asking the question with an expression that suggested she was eager for even more chaos.
“Hard to say.”
Nan Xi began a serious analysis, speaking in a very convincing manner.
“The god-like man has a higher cultivation, more spiritual power reserves, and better endurance. The werewolf brother is swift, his left claw deals high damage, and his right claw deals high damage—getting scratched by him would be quite the injury.”
“Oh, then how long will they fight for?”
“I can’t say for sure. If no one stops them… Look out!”
Nan Xi pulled Xia Xia into his arms. The very next instant, a massive shadow loomed over their heads—it was a desk, a desk at least 3 meters long!
Nan Xi’s eyes narrowed as he placed one hand in front of him.
Spiritual power surged, and a spirit sword appeared in his palm. It was the Heaven-grade spirit sword that Elder Cigu had gifted him not long ago.
CRACK!
In the blink of an eye, the massive desk shattered, turning into thousands of splinters that flew past Nan Xi without causing him a single scratch.
In Nan Xi’s hand, the spirit sword remained perfectly inside its scabbard, lying there peacefully—
He hadn’t even drawn his sword!?
“Hmph—”
Nan Xi snorted, his expression softening instantly as he looked down at his arms.
Pulled into his embrace, Xia Xia was pressed against his chest like a small animal. Her emerald eyes glimmered as she stared up at Nan Xi, dazed.
Xia Xia was already quite a bit shorter than Nan Xi; huddled in his arms, she looked even more petite and adorable.
I hope she wasn’t scared witless by that.
Nan Xi frowned slightly and reached up to pinch Xia Xia’s cheek lightly.
“Are you okay?”
“I… I’m fine.”
Xia Xia blinked, whispering the two words with her soft, cherry lips.
Good, she’s fine.
Nan Xi exhaled in relief and looked toward the two men, who were still fighting with great excitement.
Since they had brought the fight to him, they would learn a lesson or he wouldn’t be Nan Xi!
Nan Xi reached out, grabbed a mandarin orange from the fruit plate, and stuffed it into Xia Xia’s hand.
“You eat this orange first. Your master will be right back.”
With that, Nan Xi lifted his spirit sword again, stood up, and walked slowly toward the two combatants.
It had to be said, the fight was truly intense.
Although they weren’t using spiritual power or techniques, relying solely on raw physical strength, they had managed to clear a 10-meter-wide open space in the middle of the hall.
“Hahaha, come again!”
Luo Lin roared, plunging one hand into the ground and tearing out a boulder half the size of a person.
“Take this!”
He surged with strength and threw the boulder at Lang Ya.
Lang Ya growled, watching the boulder flying toward his head with caution. He raised his claws, preparing to shred the rock.
However, just at that moment, an invisible sword aura swept across the air, carving a deep gorge into the floor before slamming right into the center of the boulder.
CRASH!!!
The boulder split upon impact, scattering into dust across the floor.
Lang Ya froze, turning his head to stare nervously at the third party who had appeared.
Just the same, Luo Lin on the other side was stunned, not understanding what had just happened.
Then—
THUD! THUD!
Two crisp sounds echoed as the men were struck on their heads.
If one’s eyesight had been fast enough, one would have been shocked to see that it was the scabbard of a long sword hitting them!
The force of the strike was controlled perfectly—not too light, not too heavy, just enough to leave them dazed without causing any brain damage.
Lang Ya and Luo Lin stood there dumbfounded, looking at this mediator with confused expressions.
“Sigh—”
Nan Xi let out a long breath, looking at the two with a helpless expression.
“That’s enough, you two. The principal is everywhere outside.”