The first of March arrived in the blink of an eye.
Beijing High Martial Arts Academy.
They were supposed to have reported last September 1st, but ever since their first mission for the Ten Thousand Races Church.
The members of the Huaxia team had been non-stop. From the competition in the Imperial Dragon Secret Realm to Huaxia's sword pointing at Fusang, then to Lin Zhan's hunting expedition, bloody battles with the Ten Thousand Races, bombing the Allied Forces, skillfully capturing Rommel, and kidnapping the second Elder Ye, all these god-tier operations.
Had led to Lin Zhan and the Huaxia team being busy with deceit, deception, extortion, and annihilation every single day, veering further down the path of sin.
Just as Lin Zhan's reputation in High Martial Arts became infamous. In the eyes of ordinary students and teachers, taking a six-month leave of absence meant they were incorrigible problem students.
The roar of engines echoed from the entrance of Beijing High Martial Arts Academy, with luxurious energy supercars stopping one after another.
Lin Zhan, dressed in a well-fitting suit, stepped out, arm in arm with Zhang Lingxiu, who was also stunningly dressed.
He Dazhuang was his usual imposing and handsome self – a thick gold chain, a small watch, a pair of black sunglasses, and a black suit. The only difference was that Anya was on his right arm.
Xiao Hanyi drove a black supercar adorned with skull totems, executing a perfect drift to park right at the main entrance of High Martial Arts. He got out, wearing black sunglasses and a black trench coat, his poker face exuding an air of extreme coolness.
A tremendous roar sounded from afar. Wang Er Zhuang and Meng Gang drove a heavy-duty pickup truck, loaded with a cart of hard wooden pickaxe handles, and stopped beside everyone.
Wang Er Zhuang unloaded a few bundles of pickaxe handles and said, "Come on, brothers, each take a bundle. After all, we're all schoolmates. We can't go all out with these. If anyone gets in our way this time, we'll just swing these pickaxe handles at them."
Inside the院长's office of High Martial Arts, four figures watched Lin Zhan and his group with helpless expressions. They were Lin Wufa, Lin Zhan's two bodyguards Liu Che and Liu Xiu, and the Dean of the High Martial Arts Academy, Liu Taiping, a Quasi-King of the Zhen Clan.
Liu Taiping, a member of the Liu family himself, looked at Liu Che and Liu Xiu with a tearful plea, "Ancestors, are these kids here to study, or to tear down my High Martial Arts?"
Lin Wufa opened his mouth but no sound came out. After all, the one leading the chaos below was his own son. How could he possibly explain to others?
Lin Zhan, with Zhang Lingxiu on his arm, walked through the gates of High Martial Arts with the entire Huaxia team. Lin Yi, Lin Er, and Lin Jiu, steadfastly carrying out their duties, led three squads of loyal guards to protect Lin Zhan.
Wang Er Zhuang looked at the security guards warily eyeing them from the side. He casually threw a golden-grade crystal core at them and then menacingly said, "Take care of the car, or I'll break your legs, hahaha." He then burst into laughter and walked in.
Several Platinum-grade staff members from the academy's academic affairs department, seeing the arrogant demeanor of Lin Zhan and his group, blocked their path unhappily and said, "Who are you people? This is Huaxia High Martial Arts, not a place for you pampered young masters to run wild."
As they spoke, they unleashed their Platinum-grade pressure, bearing down on Lin Zhan and his group.
Lin Zhan glanced at Lin Yi and said, "Don't cause any deaths. We still need them to help us register."
Lin Yi chuckled, "Don't worry, Young Master." With the pressure of a peak Lord, he enveloped the several academic affairs personnel.
"Can you gentlemen speak nicely now? Our Young Master and Young Madam are here to register. Hurry up and help us complete the procedures."
Lin Wufa covered his face and said apologetically to Liu Taiping beside him, "Taiping, you should go down and take a look. I specifically told this kid to restrain himself. How can he still act so true to himself?"
Liu Taiping, who was about to walk out the door, almost tripped and fell upon hearing Lin Wufa's words. "Don't you know what your own kid is like? With this kind of behavior, anyone would think High Martial Arts belongs to him. You're telling me this is him acting true to himself?"
Watching Liu Taiping walk away, Lin Wufa shouted from behind, "Taiping, you must tell him you're from the Liu family! That kid is in a bad mood right now, and he might hit you if he gets angry."
Liu Taiping, who had managed to remain composed moments before, almost face-planted onto the ground upon hearing Lin Wufa's words. He turned back and shouted at Lin Wufa, "I'm a Quasi-King of the Zhen Clan! Does your brat dare to hit me? Does he have that capability?"
A powerful Quasi-King aura directly broke through Lin Yi's pressure and protected the academic affairs personnel. Lin Wufa's aura surged, and he was about to exert pressure on Lin Zhan when a dragon-shaped golden light tore through the void and directly bound Liu Taiping. It was the long-unseen Dragon Binding Rope... Grandpa Suo.
"Thump," after being bound by the Dragon Binding Rope, Liu Taiping fell directly from mid-air, landing with a thump on the ground.
Lin Zhan took out his Chengying Greatsword, pointed it at Liu Taiping's neck, and said, "You old runt, you've got quite a temper. You want to fight me without saying a word? You didn't even try to figure things out or make introductions. If you don't play by the rules, don't blame me for being unethical."
He raised his sword, ready to strike Liu Taiping.
"Kid, hold on. I'm from the Liu family." In the face of imminent death, Liu Taiping remembered Lin Wufa's instructions and quickly announced his lineage.
Lin Zhan retracted his sword and paused. "You're from the Liu family, yet you attack me? How much fake wine have you had? Fine, for the sake of Old Ancestor Yan, I'll let it go this time. Otherwise, I'd make you pay me tens of thousands in emotional damages."
"Grandpa Suo, this old man is a descendant of Old Ancestor Yan, many generations removed. Let him go." The Dragon Binding Rope examined Liu Taiping carefully, sighed, and once again hid in the void.
Liu Taiping was stunned by the Dragon Binding Rope's divine operation and asked Lin Zhan confusedly, "What does it mean?"
Lin Zhan also shook his head and sighed, "Grandpa Suo means this turtle egg doesn't have an ounce of Old Ancestor Yan's demeanor. It's like a weasel giving birth to a bean stick – each generation is worse than the last."
Looking at Liu Taiping with his head bowed, Lin Zhan said impatiently, "Old man, what are you standing around for? Hurry up and take us to report to the Dean."
"Did you hear me, old man?" Seeing Liu Taiping standing silently, Lin Zhan nudged him a couple of times.
Liu Taiping, having snapped back to reality, said to the academic affairs personnel subdued by Lin Yi, "You guys take these little rascals to report, then arrange accommodation for them in the villa area. Put them next to that Caesar 78 something."
After saying that, Liu Taiping vanished. Not only was he beaten, but he was also dealt with by his own ancestor's spiritual treasure. He was too ashamed to stay any longer.
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