73: Chapter 73 The teachers, unwilling to humiliate themselves, began their performance.
Yun Zhuo didn't roar hysterically; he spoke as if in passing, but his voice was deep, carrying across the desert clearly enough for everyone to hear.
Everyone could hear the composure in his words, for he was brimming with confidence.
Only someone with true confidence would disdain using roars to bolster their own courage.
The teachers and students of No. 3 Middle School all heard him.
But not a single person dared to step forward.
Because doing so would only be asking for humiliation.
Yan Binwen, who had already humiliated himself, had his mecha blown apart; he and his War Princess were now lying on opposite sides.
His War Princess had a broad, round Face with a sharp, short chin, narrow eyes, and a small but wide mouth. Her well-developed masseter muscles gave her the look of someone sharp-tongued and mean.
But now, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and didn't dare utter a sound, behaving as obediently as a fat cat.
Yan Binwen was indignant. They were all teachers from the same school, earning the same salary and doing the same work—why was he the only unlucky one?
Regarding self-humiliation, he was actually someone who knew how to seek fortune and avoid disaster; after all, he wasn't one of those brainless students.
If he didn't even know such a simple way of survival, he wouldn't have lasted so many years in the teaching profession.
It was just that empiricism could be deadly.
He was used to it; no matter how powerful a student was, they were all trash in his eyes.
For instance, Gu Xiandeng, who had been set up as a benchmark, was already a Genius among Geniuses, wasn't he?
Yet, he could be crippled with a single strike.
Under this stereotypical impression, he thought Yun Zhuo would also be dealt with in one blow, or that a single shout from him would be enough to make the boy's legs go weak.
As it turned out, the boy was a tough nut to crack, a literal wall of iron; he had kicked a steel plate today.
"I've already kicked it until my bones are broken and my tendons snapped—what right do you all have to stand there gloating?"
His heart was out of balance; he felt like he had been used as a tool today.
So he sat on the ground and roared loudly, "What are you all still standing there for? Go! Get him! This kid is the one who injured Gu Xiandeng. If you just stand by and watch him escape, don't think you'll have it easy either!"
"Noisy!"
Yun Zhuo's voice was still not loud, but in the next moment, he stepped down and broke Yan Binwen's leg.
The War Princess beside him was startled, and everyone behind him was shocked.
The teachers of No. 3 Middle School had no choice but to draw their blades. They gripped them tightly, then loosened their grip, then tightened it again. Finally, they turned their heads and pointed them at the teachers of Seventeenth Middle School.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they had received a turning command during military training, all pointing together at the teachers of Seventeenth Middle School.
The teachers of Seventeenth Middle School were startled and swallowed hard.
Were these guys crazy? Yan Binwen told you to fight Yun Zhuo, and it's one thing if you scoundrels didn't dare to go.
But to actually point your blades at me? Are you picking on the weak link?
Indignant, the teachers of Seventeenth Middle School also drew their weapons—some pulled out sabers, some swords, and some guns.
"Uh..." a teacher from No. 3 Middle School suddenly spoke up. "Don't even think about stopping us from finding trouble with that kid."
"Right, right, right! Don't you dare stop me from finding trouble with him!"
"Screw you! Am I stopping you?"
If it were students, they would have definitely started fighting by now.
But the teachers were all shrewd; they quickly understood what the other side meant.
It turned out these guys... didn't dare go after Yun Zhuo, but they didn't want to just watch him run away and be held accountable by the school. So, they wanted the other side to cooperate in a performance.
Immediately, a teacher from Seventeenth Middle School played along: "No, no, no, we can't fight. If we start fighting, what if we accidentally injure the students?"
Today, if Yan Binwen had even been a match for Yun Zhuo, the teachers of No. 3 Middle School would have swarmed him. Even if they didn't kill him, they would have at least crippled him; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to explain themselves.
Unfortunately, Yan Binwen was too much of a trash, giving the other teachers no hope of defeating Yun Zhuo. In that case, it was better for a Fellow Daoist to die than for oneself.
The teachers from both sides looked at each other. A teacher from Seventeenth Middle School immediately said, "How about I escort the students away first, so they don't get hurt later?"
Someone from No. 3 Middle School also said immediately, "Right, right, I'll send the students away first."
As he spoke, he pointed his blade at the Seventeenth Middle School teachers. "I'm telling you, this isn't over. But for now, I have to escort the students first to avoid injuring them."
"Who's afraid of who? Teacher Ma, it's not safe for you to take so many students back alone. I'll go with you."
The teachers from Seventeenth Middle School said this, and the teachers from No. 3 Middle School did almost the same.
They were clearly putting on an act, but they had to make it look real. If the students realized that the teachers of No. 3 Middle School were afraid of a single student, they would lose too much Face.
The two groups, who had just been at each other's throats, turned around and split into two clusters to hold a small meeting.
The final conclusion they reached was: send the innocent students away first to avoid injuring them.
"You just wait! Once I've sent the students back, I'll settle the score with you."
"You wait too!"
This performance left the students moved to tears. The teachers were truly wonderful—hardworking gardeners, candles that burned themselves to light the way for others, always putting the students first.
Yun Zhuo looked at Yan Binwen, who was in agony on the ground. "Then can I leave too?"
"Nobody is allowed to leave!"
A furious roar suddenly exploded from the distance, the sound waves whipping up yellow sand like a gale hitting them in the Face.
Everyone instinctively shielded their eyes with their hands.
Amidst the yellow sand, a halo appeared.
As the yellow sand swept past, a beast god mecha with a grey-white halo behind its back appeared before everyone.
The people from No. 3 Middle School were the first to react; the voice coming from the mecha was clearly their principal, Principal of Third High School.
After Rank fifty, a halo would be born behind the mecha. This was a symbol of their strength and Realm, as well as a power amplifier.
Different Ranks meant different halo colors.
Grey-white was the lowest grade, representing a Rank between fifty and fifty-nine.
"Who is it?" Jiang Longji whispered to the No. 3 Middle School student beside him.
The student muttered softly, "Our principal."
*Hiss—*
Jiang Longji sucked in a breath of cold air. Even the principal of No. 3 Middle School had come! Then Brother Zhuo was surely doomed.
He sneakily shuffled to the edge of the crowd, desperately signaling Yun Zhuo with his eyes.
Yun Zhuo did notice him acting suspiciously, but he only saw him shaking his head like he had the shakes; he couldn't see the signal at all.
After Body Integration with a War Princess, one's eyes became two beams of light, just like Ultraman. Who could understand an eye signal from Ultraman?
In the next moment, a black anti-gravity luxury car sped over and came to a steady stop beside Principal of Third High School, causing him to instinctively halt his steps.
The door opened, and a man with a small moustache wearing wooden clogs stepped out.
He scanned everyone, his gaze finally landing on Gu Xiandeng.
Just now, the teachers were all busy bickering and had forgotten about him, so he died.
But his War Princess wasn't dead yet, because she had injected herself with a healing agent, saving her life.
Gu Xiandeng had a healing agent too, but damn it all, Yan Binwen's strike had blown up his bracelet, and no one knew where the medicine had fallen.
Currently, his War Princess was crawling toward the teachers because she didn't have an Suppression Collar.
Her War Spirit Master was dead; if she didn't put on an Suppression Collar soon, she would undergo aberration.