"Who exactly are you, and why have you intruded into my Chanling Academy to arrest soone?"
A relatively young Martial Artist stood proudly in front of Zhang nglong and asked. He exuded the aura of a peak Wheel Mystery Martial Artist, yet he was wearing the uniform of a Chanling Academy student.
Such a level of power could only be reached by the teachers and Elders of Chanling Academy.
"You're trying to stop ? What are you?" Zhang nglong said disdainfully.
"I am the President of the Student Council of Chanling Academy," the young man said, "If you want to lay a hand on my fellow students, you'd better get through
first."
"Oh, Student Council President, huh?" Zhang nglong sneered, "Does being the Student Council President make you very impressive?"
Zhang nglong had detested the title of Student Council President since his university days. The student council nowadays is nothing like it used to be; it's rife with scheming and bureaucratic airs, lacking any semblance of a student organization. Particularly those ministers and chairn, each behaves as if they're the ruler of the universe.
It's evident that in this Chanling Academy, the student council is a similar organization, tasked with safeguarding the school's safety. Yet the actual school's safety departnt hasn't said a word, who are you, a student council president, to speak up!
"And you all, the so-called safety and order maintenance departnt, right?" Zhang nglong looked at one of the demi-saint level Martial Artists, "Maintaining the school's safety and order, what exactly have you maintained? Soone in the school is dead, the deceased's friend was beaten half to death, and the perpetrator is still freely wandering in this tower. Is this the order you've maintained?"
"What exactly happened?" To be honest, many people in Chanling Academy still didn't know what was going on.
They only knew that Zhang nglong's group stord into the school aggressively and then started looking for Lin Mofeng.
As mbers of the school, they certainly knew what kind of person Lin Mofeng was, and hearing this, they all felt uneasy inside.
"What's the matter? No one is speaking up? If you think you still have a bit of conscience, then step aside. I have no quarrel with others. Each grievance has a source, and every debt has an owner. I don't want to get into a conflict with your Chanling Academy."
"Sir, I am an Elder of the safety and order maintenance departnt," a middle-aged man stepped forward and spoke. He was of demi-saint level strength, and not even the demi-saints invited by Zhang nglong necessarily exuded as strong an aura as he did.
"What do you want to say?"
"I think I might roughly understand the situation," the middle-aged man said, "So, how about this, sir? Please leave for now. We will summon Lin Mofeng in the na of the Chanling Academy's safety and order departnt and interrogate him. If he indeed has committed any outrageously unjust acts, we will hand him over to you. Would that be acceptable?"
"Unacceptable," Zhang nglong said, "From the start, I already gave you half an hour! Your academy's rules are your academy's business; I am not part of your academy, so I do not need to follow your rules. Right now, imdiately, I will take people away!"
"Isn't it a bit too much for you to be so aggressive, sir?" The Elder's expression also turned sowhat grim.
"Indeed, I am being aggressive," Zhang nglong repeated several tis, "Today I didn't co to reason with people or to listen to those lousy theories. I remind you one last ti, make way for , or don't bla ."
"Everyone, please!"
Although Chanling Academy had a crowd advantage with a headcount five or six tis that of Zhang nglong's group, it had fewer than 200 Martial Artists above the God-breaking Ninth Realm. The rest were mostly below the Fifth Realm of Wheel Mystery. If a fight really broke out, Chanling Academy would surely be defeated.
"Everyone, are you really going to follow this kid's nonsense?" The people from Chanling Academy were still unwilling to give up.
"Taking money to eliminate a disaster," a Martial Artist laughed, "If you can co up with 20 Starstones, I would be willing to help you protect the academy."
"20 Starstones?" Everyone was utterly shocked. That Martial Artist was only at the Ninth Realm of Wheel Mystery, and 20 Starstones far exceeded his action price by several tis.
This massive group of 500 people would require nearly ten thousand Starstones to invite them at least.
The entire Chanling Academy couldn't produce ten thousand Starstones!
"Speak any more nonsense, and I'll dock your pay!" Zhang nglong had already lost patience.
"Do it!"
In an instant, the two sides clashed directly, but due to the significant realm gap, the several thousand people of Chanling Academy were unexpectedly and continuously pushed back by those whom Zhang nglong brought.
"Lin Mofeng, are you going to stand here and watch as your academy mbers fight for you?" Zhang nglong taunted loudly, "You did sothing, and you don't even have the courage to take responsibility? What worthless trash are you? Are you going to hide in this place until it rots and stinks?"
Zhang nglong's taunts rang in Lin Mofeng's ears, his fists clenched so hard that they began to bleed, but he truly didn't dare to step forward.
Lin Xiong was standing guard beside Lin Mofeng, sweating from his forehead. Protecting Lin Mofeng this ti was indeed a high-stakes gamble for him. He was betting on the principal intervening to subdue Zhang nglong.
"Fine, you won't co out? I'll just trash this Elders' Tower!" Zhang nglong shouted loudly, "Everyone, bring down this Elders' Tower for ."
"Mr. Zhang, didn't we agree to just co to help you catch soone, not to kill anyone from Chanling Academy or destroy their buildings..." The others still had so apprehensions about Chanling Academy.
rely capturing soone might not lead Chanling Academy to pursue the matter too deeply. However, if they destroyed the Academy's buildings, that would be on a different level altogether.
"Double the pay for anyone willing to act!"
"Damn! I'll do it!"
"Damn it! Isn't it just Chanling Academy?"
"A broken tower? Tear it down if it must be torn down!"
With that kind of money, they wouldn't hesitate to tear down not just a tower but the entire Chanling Academy!
A succession of powerful attacks imdiately struck at the tower. The tower of Chanling Academy was also protected by a Needle Technique; even the joint efforts of dozens of peak Wheel Mystery Martial Artists couldn't destroy it quickly. Nonetheless, each powerful blow sounded like the Grim Reaper's bell, reverberating in Lin Mofeng's ears.
He cowered in one of the rooms, shivering, not knowing when the Elders' Tower might collapse.
Suddenly, a golden light flew in from afar, abruptly forcing back the dozens of Martial Artists attacking the Elders' Tower.
"A Saint!" Those Martial Artists' faces changed dramatically. With a single move knocking back a group of demi-saints and peak Wheel Mystery Martial Artists, who besides a Saint could accomplish that?
"The principal is here!" Lin Mofeng and Lin Xiong displayed expressions of ecstatic relief.
With a Saint present, Zhang nglong's operation was likely about to co to an end.
"Young man, haven't you caused enough trouble?" An ethereal figure flashed several tis, and a middle-aged man in a plain robe, barefoot, appeared in front of Zhang nglong and his group.
"Greetings Principal!" The people of Chanling Academy bowed and saluted.
"So you're the principal?" Zhang nglong looked at the Martial Artist and said, "Are you here to protect that Lin Mofeng, or are you here to stop
too?"
Zhang nglong spoke in a non-negotiable tone, "If you're here to stop , then you're my enemy as well!"
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