427 Scared of the Transfer Studen (1/2)

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The students of the Fire School were desperate. They never thought the strongest student among the challengers, Zhao Ji, would lose too.

Zhao Ji was too careless. It was already a win for him, yet he somehow lost the battle due to a counterattack.

That being said, the shield equipment was rather unique, to be able to counter-attack. No one could have predicted it!

Most importantly, the demon king was indeed injured by Zhao Ji's Fiery Fist, and was on the verge of losing the duel. Who knew that the shield equipment would cost him the victory!

”This Departing Nether Shield isn't very sturdy, but the counterattack isn't bad. At least it was worth my money,” Mo Fan mumbled to himself as he put the Departing Nether Shield away.

He was going to burst into laughter, but the pain from the burns on his body stopped him from doing that. Luckily, his injuries were not too severe. Otherwise, he would be unable to focus enough to align the Stars, and lose the ability to fight.

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Zhao Ji walked down from the stage. He was still glaring at Mo Fan behind him viciously. He almost walked into a bulky man whose hair was dyed golden.

The man had a fair skin tone and a tall nose. His facial features were rather outstanding, similar to a Westerner, yet he still retained the looks of an Easterner, unlike Zhao Ji, whose face and skin were covered in strange black marks.

”So you're here, too...I was so close to winning some reputation for our Zhao Clan. However, I bet he's having a hard time from the flames. They are going to scorch his skin black if he doesn't treat them now!” Zhao Ji said to the man with golden hair.

The man was half a head taller than Zhao Ji. He was staring down at Zhao Ji coldly.

Suddenly, the golden-haired man raised his hand and slapped Zhao Ji hard across the face!

The slap was remarkably loud, immediately attracting the attention of the crowd, who was discussing how they could possibly beat the demon king.

”Who's that guy?”

”Yeah, he dared to hit the hundred and one-ranked Zhao Ji!”

”What's going on? What just happened? I didn't see it. Did you say Zhao Ji was hit?”

The crowd burst into an uproar. They clearly saw Zhao Ji taking a few steps backward after being hit. A tooth covered in blood had dropped to the ground, too.

How hard did that man slap him?!

Blood started leaking from Zhao Ji's mouth. His gaze was filled with anger, yet he did not dare to show it on his face, which was full of disbelief.

”It's only a duel that I've lost...” Zhao Ji protested, withholding his anger.

Those who were familiar with Zhao Ji found it unbelievable. Zhao Ji was the vengeful sort, so it made no sense that he did not fight back after being slapped in the face in front of the crowd. Didn't he fell ashamed?

”Piss off from my sight, before I turn you into a cripple...” the golden-haired man glared at Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji's status was clearly a lot lower than that person. Despite being humiliated, he did not dare to say a word more. He glanced at the tooth in front of his foot before leaving furiously.

”Fellow student, it's unwise to use violence in the school,” Bai Mei said to the golden-haired man in an advising tone.

”Sir, I was attending a family matter. I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused,” the golden-haired man smiled, a completely different appearance from his previous icy look.