Chapter 82 (2/2)

“As a Windstorm Sword Hero, what means do you have to reverse the situation?

The absolute gap between us brought by time, the massive gap between our powers, are you be able to overcome it?

As he advanced, he did not see any of his enemies. The blue-haired swordsman rubbed his chin and said, “It’s just as I thought. Rather than taking the initiative to attack, they’ve decided on securing the fortress?

“Because of the massive difference between our abilities, are they thinking of staying in the fortress, relying on homeground advantages to win the battle or to bring it to a draw?”

He advanced forth for another minute. Although he had anticipated the opponent’s battle plan, the blue-haired swordsman still gave out the orders to his team mates in an orderly fashion, closing in without haste, and scouting on their way, as they usually did.

But they did not encounter any attacks on their way to the fortress.

“What’s the matter?

“The team leader should have arrived, right?

“Why are there no sounds of battle?”

He had long gotten used to Claude being the one charging towards their opponents like a rhinoceros, wreaking havoc amongst them, after which they would surround their opponents, eliminating them all.

But today’s battle seemed to be a bit different.

Everyone advanced to the front of the fortress and saw Claude standing there in a daze, looking like a mini-giant at his full height of 2.5 meters.

The blue-haired swordsman swept a glance towards the fortress, his pupils shrinking as he said “Hey hey hey, Claude, is this your doing?

“Have you dealt with five of their people in such a short time?”

The mini-giant Claude shook his head, “It wasn’t me. Be careful, don’t move first.”

Hearing this, everyone was shocked. All of them knew that amongst Claude’s inborn specialities, there was one known as Wild Beast’s Instinct. It could sense the presence of danger and killing intent, and it was extremely sensitive. They had relied on this to overcome many obstacles.

However, it was only their third time hearing Claude speaking with such a serious tone.

At that moment, Zhou Yong’s stream of curses rang out once again.

“Fang Xingjian!

“You b*stard!

“Why are you all just standing there?!

“Bash this fellow up quickly and you’ll win!

“Go for it, go for it! Bring this fortress down, we’ve surrendered!”

Hearing Zhou Yong’s curses, Class 253’s members all went into a daze, and the blue-haired swordsman fell into a daze, and frowning he pondered, “Internal dispute?

“Or is it a trap?”

Just as everyone in Class 253 was standing there, extremely astonished, Fang Xingjian, who had been sitting cross-legged on the floor suddenly trembled slightly and fluttered like a willow leaf before landing with his feet on the ground.

He wore an indifferent smile on his face, his eyes were opened slightly, almost as if they were hiding countless mysteries.

He raised his fingers, pointing towards the people from Class 253, one by one.

Claude spat, wearing a nasty grin on his face, “Are you that lucky chap who had transitioned into a Windstorm Sword Hero?

“What is your side up to?”

“Nothing much. These few people on the floor are none of your concern.” After Fang Xingjian finished pointing at each of them as if he was counting out how many they were, he smiled and walked over, speaking slowly, “Other than the four of you who use swords, the rest can retire.”

Before his words ended, Fang Xingjian’s silhouette suddenly disappeared. Claude was instantly encompassed by a killing intent so strong as he had never felt before. He let out a cry like a tiger or a lion before its death, the two axes in his hands slashing forth.