Chapter 88 – Counter Strike of the Youngsters of the Tradition Academy (1/2)

The knight was around twenty years old. His eyes were thin and gentle but a trace of indifference and nobility could be seen inside the pupils. The moment he said the phrase, his eyes were fixed on the ruined entrance of the Tradition Academy. It was as if he didn’t even see Chen Chang Sheng and the other two who arrived in a hurry. It was very obvious that he was an extremely prideful person.

Chen Chang Sheng and the other two arrived in a hurry. Tang Thirty Six lifted his hair with his hand and saw the scene in front of him and was stumped. When hearing the words said by the knight, he winked his eyes slightly and didn’t say a word. He turned around and walked back into Tradition Academy.

Xuan Yuan Po didn’t see the knights. All he saw was the barely living battle horse in the pond. Ever since he was a Yao youngster, his wounds healed exceptionally quickly. Although his right arm still needed helping from Chen Chang Sheng, his left leg was all good and the cane wasn’t even necessary anymore. He walked there slowly.

Chen Chang Sheng stood in front of the Tradition Academy’s entrance alone and looked at the knights and the cold yet prideful young noble.

Breaking one’s door and destroying one’s pots and pans is considered a very violent actions. If the two sides didn’t have unsolvable hatred towards each other, they probably wouldn’t have done such a thing. Although Chen Chang Sheng didn’t know this young noble, he could guess where he came from. He slowly formed fists with his hands but suddenly realized that he had forgotten his short sword in the small building.

Xuan Yuan Po walked toward the severely wounded battle horse and squatted down. He looked at this once-majestic creature now lying pitifully in the rain. He looked at the blood flowing out of the battle horse’s lips. The eyes of the Yao youngster turned deadly cold.

There was a drizzle in the morning. The rain landed in the pond and made some tiny splashes. Some rain drops landed on the body of the horse and made it colder. Xuan Yuan Po placed his hand on the gradually dying body of the horse. He reached his right arm out, held onto its neck and snapped it.

The rain continued on but the battle horse closed its eyes as it received a swift and painless death.

Xuan Yuan Po stood up and glanced at the young noble on the horse, “If you wanted to break our entrance, you could just use stones or trees. Why would you use a horse to crash into the door? Just because you think it makes you powerful? No, it only reveals your shamelessness.”

The young noble didn’t bother with his comment because although the Yao youngster was related to his reason to be here, he wasn’t his main target today. He looked down at Chen Chang Sheng and asked coldly, “Are you Chen Chang Sheng?”

Chen Chang Sheng didn’t answer because a wind blew past his side.

The swift wind slashed through the drizzle that was hitting Tradition Academy and swirled into the crowd of knights outside of the academy.

The person doing this was Tang Thirty Six. Previously, just like Chen Chang Sheng, he had left his sword in the small building.

After he saw what happened outside of the school, he didn’t speak a word and returned to Tradition Academy. He wasn’t afraid or trying to find help, he returned to take his sword.

Only when his sword was in his hands could he eliminate his enemies.

Without any words, Tang Thirty Six held his sword and rushed out of Tradition Academy. Without any hesitation, he rushed towards that young noble and the dozen knights and attacked.

Wen Shu Sword emitted light and a sun appeared in the gloomy morning drizzle. The red light rays spread around the surroundings; they weren’t warm, but rather murderous.

Setting Dawn.

The entrance of the academy was destroyed on purpose. What kind of infuriating thing is this?

Tang Thirty Six was in rage so he used his most powerful technique, the three combos of Wen Shui.

The cloudy entrance in the rain was suddenly as bright as noon.

The young noble raised his eyebrows and his mount moved backwards a few steps.

Two knights appeared in front of him and turned their wrist. Two long spears made out of exquisite iron appeared in the wind and rain. They striked against the sword of Tang Thirty Six.

Only the most powerful North Army of Zhou Dynasty was qualified to equip these kinds of spears.

Seeing these two iron spears’, Tang Thirty Six knew that these knights who seemed to be explorers were actually the elites of North Army. However, he didn’t care. He followed through with this strike at the young noble.

As the blade of the sword slashed through the sky, rain drops were transformed into white steam.

Two ear deafening crashes were heard in the drizzle.

Dang, Dang.

The two iron long spears were chopped into four pieces and the pieces flew into the distance. It hit the ground hard and water splashed everywhere as the skill pierced through the ground and destroyed the outer wall of another building. The broken edge of the iron spears were slightly red and the raindrops that landed on it were vaporized immediately.

This was the true power of Setting Dawn — one of the three combos of Wen Shui Three Sword.

Last night’s fight between Tang Thirty Six and Qi Jian in Wei Yang Palace was a competition rather than a death match. With

Chen Chang Sheng instructing by his side, he felt limited. Now that he was furious, he could actually use all of his strength and power all at once.

Of course, the two knights were elites of the North Army of Zhou Dynasty. Even if Tang Thirty Six did strike out of rage and destroyed their iron spears and put them onto the ground, he was nonetheless injured as well. The previously tied-up hair was now scattered on his shoulder and his face was slightly pale.

He held the Wen Shui Sword and stood in the rain. He looked at the knights and the noble with a prideful yet cold expression as if he wasn’t hurt from the earlier contact.

Just a moment earlier, he raised his qi to its maximum potential. It was as if lava was flowing through his veins and gave birth to a new sun. As raindrops fell on his dark hair, body, and sword, they vaporized into steam.

He was standing in the middle of a mist.

The young noble looked at Tang Thirty Six and knew who he was. He squinted his eyes slightly as if they were willow leaves. His eyes turned sharper and keen words came out of his lips, “You dare do this, you dare to…….”

But he didn’t finish his sentence because Tang Thirty Six yelled, “What are you waiting for? Don’t let him finish.”

Just when he was saying “What are you waiting for,” Xuan Yuan Po had already picked up a huge piece of wood from the rain.

The door of Tradition Academy was built years ago. Previously when the Department of Education decided to maintain the school, the door wasn’t replaced with a new one because it was sturdy enough. The door was as high as two people and as thick as two palms. If it wasn’t crushed by that battle horse with all its might, then it wouldn’t have broken off.

Now the academy entrance was broken and picked up by Xuan Yuan Po. It was still as tall as two people and as thick as two palms. When it was stood upright, it looked just like a man-made mountain.

Even xiuxingists who Purified their body very well would have trouble picking up this door using pure strength.