Vol 4 Chapter 28.2 (1/2)
Chapter 28 – Violet Star Dragon Cavalry Commander (II)
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Oliveira? Ye Yin Zhu felt as though this name was vaguely familiar. Suddenly, he remembered that Sura once mentioned him. Milan had a few powerful, influential clans. This youth called Oliveira was the third son of the current generation Lan Clan and Rolande’s elder brother. Reportedly, he had strength equivalent to a Silver Star Dragon Cavalry Commander and was the captain of the squadron of Milan Inst.i.tution for Magic and Martial Arts students heading to war.
Listening to Freud, Oliveira’s handsome face exuded a trace of astonishment. His gaze immediately fell upon Ye Yin Zhu. “You are Ye Yin Zhu? The Divine Music boy who injured my little sister?”
“I am Ye Yin Zhu.” Even if the other was a bit polite, it appeared Oliveira didn’t have good intentions towards him, so Ye Yin Zhu didn’t address him as ‘Senior.’
Oliveira’s eyes flashed with a cold light. “Good. If you can defeat my younger sister in a fair match, then your strength is surely pretty good. All of us are about to set out for the battlefield, so we are all comrade-in-arms. But before we even set off, you have already injured a comrade. In the army, breaking this camaraderie is liable for execution. Although we have not officially joined the army, I cannot pardon you.”
Ye Yin Zhu’s gaze gradually became cold. Not bothering to explain anything, he coldly asked, “Then what do you want?”
Oliveira said, “You are a first-year student. If I use force to subdue you, other people will say I am bullying the weak. Because of this, I will give you ample time to prepare magic. If you can receive my sword blow, this incident will be disregarded. If not, I will request for you to leave the troops and the inst.i.tution.”
“Senior, this incident is not as simple as what Freud had stated,” Ma Liang spoke up.
Ye Yin Zhu suddenly grabbed his shoulder and shook his head at him. Turning back to face Oliveira, he said, “I will receive your sword blow, but I don’t need preparation.” The influence of the Bamboo Sect’s distinct, natural loftiness and unyielding character quietly arose. When confronting challenges, Ye Yin Zhu would never cower. Oliveira gave him a feeling that was nothing like Freud’s. At least, it seemed he would be fair.
“Are you telling me you want fairly receive my attack without preparation?” Oliveira’s eyes exuded a hint of admiration.
Ye Yin Zhu didn’t say anything, just nodding.
“Elder Brother, forget about it.” Rolande unknowingly made her way through the crowd and pulled on Oliveira’s armor.
Oliveira looked at her with some amazement. He softly said, “Little sister, are you saying you don’t want to teach this boy a lesson? Why? Are you regretful?”
Rolande’s charming face reddened. She stammered, “Do you not know Freud’s character? He is an arrogant monkey. We’re about to set out on the journey, so let’s not cause trouble.”
Oliveira sternly said, “What I said cannot be changed. This you ought to know. In front of so many fellow students, don’t tell me you want me to retreat? How can I continue to lead this group if I do so? Little sister, step aside.” Rolande wanted to say something, but he merely pushed her lightly into the crowd.
“I will receive your sword blow on behalf of Ye Yin Zhu.” An ice-cold voice rang out from an unknown location. A black figure flashed to Ye Yin Zhu’s side like lightning, his viper-like, icy glare had Oliveira’s heart involuntarily s.h.i.+vering. An intangible killing intent pierced him like a sharp dagger, immobilizing his body.
“Sura.” The one who came to Ye Yin Zhu’s was Sura. With his attire, his current and past image was substantially different. Foregoing the school uniform, he wore gray warrior garments that completely covered him from head to toe. His short hair was neatly combed backwards, and his whole body seemed tightly coiled as he attentively watched Oliveira, like a cheetah ready to pounce on his prey.
“a.s.sa.s.sin division?” Oliveira looked at this average-looking youth with more or less the same amazement he had towards Ye Yin Zhu. He didn’t expect an undercla.s.sman to be able to pressure him. This murderous spirit was like a killer essence forged over countless kills. Perhaps this student’s strength was inferior to his own, but an a.s.sa.s.sin strikes like lightning. He was definitely extremely strong.