243: Chapter 243 The Arrival of a Half-Step Martial King

As soon as Lin Fan finished speaking, the smell of blood in the air instantly became much stronger.

Over a dozen Zhao family secret guards wearing hideous masks charged out of the shadows at full speed.

The blades in their hands shimmered with a poisonous, eerie light, aiming directly for Lin Fan's vital points with the ruthlessness of a one-hit kill.

The leader of the secret guards had a look of resolute killing intent in his eyes; he wanted to completely eliminate the culprit who had ruined the Zhao family's grand plan before these Kyoto University students could react.

However, before these secret guards could even get within three meters of Lin Fan,

a cold and noble figure silently blocked his side.

Su Qingxue's stunningly beautiful face was covered in a layer of eternal frost; she didn't even draw the long sword in her hand, merely emitting an extremely disdainful cold snort.

Her S-rank Extreme Cold Domain burst open in that instant without reservation.

The temperature of the surrounding air plummeted terrifyingly, and the water vapor in the air was instantly frozen into fine ice crystals.

The five Zhao family secret guards charging at the very front widened their eyes in shock, discovering with horror that the surging blood in their bodies had suddenly stalled.

The extreme cold spread wildly up from their ankles, freezing them solid along with the Grandmaster Level protective true energy they were so proud of.

In less than a single breath, these five elite secret guards didn't even have time to scream before they turned into five lifelike ice sculptures, frozen in their charging stance.

"Damn, "Su, the Campus Beauty", take it easy! If you freeze them too much, it'll affect the quality of the blind box!"

Zhang Hao shouted excitedly, his originally simple and honest frame now erupting with a heart-stopping, violent aura.

Fully activating his SS-rank Purple Heaven Divine Thunder Body, blinding purple-gold lightning converged wildly along his arms.

The violent power of the thunder finally transformed into an airtight electric net, which descended upon the few secret guards attempting to sneak attack from the flank.

Those flanking secret guards only felt a flash of purple light before them, and the destructive power of the thunder ignored their defenses, piercing directly through their internal organs.

Amidst violent convulsions, thick black smoke rose from the surfaces of these secret guards' bodies.

They were instantly charred by the terrifying high voltage, crashing heavily onto the mud covered in withered leaves.

"Oh my, you've stolen all the spotlight; at least leave a few for me to practice with."

Chu Yaoyao complained with a coquettish pout, her petite figure instantly vanishing from the spot, enveloped by a cyan gale.

Her A+ rank Wind Spirit talent granted her unparalleled speed, and she transformed into a streak of cyan lightning weaving through the battlefield.

Invisible wind blades danced at her fingertips, precisely slicing through the throats of the wounded secret guards who had been struck by the aftermath of the thunder and were trying to retreat and regroup.

Flowers of blood blossomed enchantingly in the Gloomy Forest, as Chu Yaoyao performed the most ruthless reaping work while speaking in the cutest tone.

In less than half a minute, the elite secret guard squad the Zhao family was so proud of was completely wiped out, save for their leader.

Throughout the entire battle, Su Qingxue maintained a distance half a step behind Lin Fan.

The long sword in her hand was ready to deal with any unexpected situation at any moment, firmly guarding all of Lin Fan's blind spots behind her.

The wordless, tacit cooperation between the two, set against the backdrop of corpses and ice sculptures, exuded a suffocating, violent beauty.

The Kyoto University freshmen in the back, who had been trembling, now all had their mouths wide open, staring blankly at the visually shocking scene before them.

Their brains were briefly paralyzed, completely unable to comprehend what had just happened.

For a long time, due to Lin Fan's various eccentric actions in class and the special treatment of Su Qingxue and the other two being parachuted into the elite class, rumors were everywhere on the campus forum that they were nepotism hires who had come in through the back door.

Many students who considered themselves geniuses felt deep disdain and resentment toward these three transfer students.

But now, these three people used their absolutely overwhelming and terrifying combat power to crush their ridiculous pride into the dirt.

Professor Wang gripped his battle saber tightly, his eyes, which had seen countless people, filled with undisguised shock.

He could clearly feel that the domain power Su Qingxue had just released had completely surpassed the scope of an ordinary Grandmaster; it was the edge of the rules that only a very few top geniuses could touch.

And Zhang Hao's violent purple thunder carried a sacred aura that destroyed everything, making even him, a veteran Grandmaster, feel a wave of heart palpitations.

As for Chu Yaoyao, who looked harmless to humans and animals, her precise control over wind-element energy had reached an artistic level.

Professor Wang sighed bitterly in his heart; he finally understood why the principal had given these people such outrageous privileges.

These were definitely not nepotism hires; they were clearly three peerless monsters disguised as students.

From now on, in all of Kyoto University, absolutely no one would ever dare to mention the words "back door" again.

The secret guard leader stood alone among the corpses, his face hidden beneath the mask twisted to the extreme.

The elite subordinates he was so proud of were incredibly fragile and weak in front of these young people.

This huge sense of disparity caused his psychological defenses to completely collapse, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet straight to his skull.

Escape.

This was the only thought remaining in the secret guard leader's mind at this moment.

He bit his tongue without hesitation, burning all the remaining essence blood in his body.

He transformed into a blood-colored afterimage, fleeing wildly toward the depths of the Gloomy Forest.

As long as he could report the events here to the ancestor, he would have completed his mission.

Lin Fan watched the fleeing back of the secret guard leader and did not pursue; he merely narrowed his eyes slightly.

A playful arc curled up at the corner of Lin Fan's mouth, as if he were waiting for something.

Just at the moment when the secret guard leader thought he was about to escape alive,

the sky, which had already been sealed by the dark red formation light barrier, suddenly split open a huge gap without any warning.

A terrifying pressure that made the soul tremble poured down from that gap, instantly shrouding the entire Gloomy Forest.

A giant palm, formed entirely from pure true energy, descended from the sky with a terrifying whistling sound that tore through the air.

The secret guard leader didn't even have a chance to look up before he was slammed squarely by this giant palm.

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound of bones shattering, this secret guard leader, who possessed Grandmaster Realm strength, was directly flattened into an unrecognizable pulp of flesh.

The terrifying pressure belonging to a high-level powerhouse did not diminish with the dissipation of the palm.

This pressure carried the weight of a physical mountain, pressing heavily on the hearts of everyone present.

After the giant palm of pure true energy flattened the secret guard leader into pulp, it dissipated into violent air currents in all directions.

The towering ancient trees around were snapped one after another under the impact of the air currents, with wood chips and fallen leaves flying wildly in the air.

An old figure, exuding endless majesty, descended slowly from the crack in the sky.

Zhao Tianjue, the ancestor of the Zhao family, walked through the air with his hands behind his back, looking down at the trial grounds below from a high position.

The terrifying pressure of the Half-step Martial King realm was released without reservation, forming a visible force field of distorted true energy.

All the students and instructors present instantly felt as if their chests had been struck by a heavy hammer, and even breathing became incredibly difficult.

The freshmen with weaker cultivation had their legs trembling violently, and finally, unable to withstand this heavy pressure, they collapsed in droves onto the muddy ground.

Even Professor Wang, a veteran Grandmaster who had been through countless battles, could only drive his battle saber fiercely into the ground, gritting his teeth and struggling to keep himself from kneeling.