75: Chapter 75 Can a War Spirit Master bring a wingman?
Principal of Third High School made a grasping motion toward Ren Honglin from a distance.
A massive suction force instantly acted upon his body, causing him to stumble forward and take a heavy step.
Just as he steadied himself, Principal of Third High School's punch had already reached his face.
Ren Honglin didn't dare to dodge; if he did, this punch from Principal of Third High School would hit Yun Zhuo behind him.
With that kid's small frame, he wouldn't even have the chance to de-fuse with his War Princess before both of them were blasted to smithereens.
Just as Ren Honglin crossed his arms, preparing to tank the punch head-on,
a shot was suddenly fired from a nearby sentry tower.
The target: Principal of Third High School.
By the time he reacted and saw the red plasma shell, the crimson light had already bathed his entire body in a blood-red glow.
There was no time to dodge, and since he was in the middle of a punch, he couldn't pull his arms back to block like Ren Honglin.
Boom!
Yellow sand erupted like a fountain as Principal of Third High School was tossed into the air, flipped twice, and slammed into the ground. It was as if someone was pressing his head against the earth and grinding it, plowing a several-mile-long trench through the wasteland.
Before anyone could react, Principal of Third High School was already several miles away.
The grayish-white halo on his back flickered a few times like a faulty neon light before going out.
Principal of Third High School struggled to roll over, staring blankly at the sentry tower that had just blasted him all the way over here.
At this moment, he finally believed that the kid Yun Zhuo had been recommended for enrollment into Imperial Capital Martial Arts University.
Otherwise, the sentry tower's plasma cannon wouldn't have blasted him here, even shattering his damn halo.
The teachers believed it too; Principal Ren wasn't bluffing Principal of Third High School—Yun Zhuo really was a Recommended Enrollment Student of Imperial Capital Martial Arts University.
That was close! Luckily they hadn't followed Yan Binwen in attacking Yun Zhuo earlier; otherwise, with their meager strength, they would have been blasted until not even dust remained.
Regardless of any inside story, the mere status of being a Recommended Enrollment Student for Imperial Capital Martial Arts University was enough to make everyone present drop their jaws.
Because since the day Dawn City was founded, let alone being recommended for such a top-tier institution, there hadn't been a single person who could even pass the entrance exam for one.
The students first stared at Principal of Third High School in a daze, and once they snapped out of it, they all turned their gazes toward Yun Zhuo.
A snide voice rang out from the crowd: "Who was questioning my Brother Zhuo just now? Try questioning him again and see if the City Lord doesn't blast you to death!"
"Yeah, just because No. 3 Middle School doesn't have such a Genius doesn't mean our Seventeenth Middle School doesn't."
"Think about it—he's only level ten or so, yet he can beat a level thirty-plus person like a dead dog. Can you even call that a Genius? He's a straight-up Prodigy."
While Yun Zhuo was examining the sentry tower, Ren Honglin slapped his admission notice onto him.
Yun Zhuo opened it, glanced at it, and casually tossed it into Teacher Su's storage bracelet.
"You don't seem surprised at all?" Ren Honglin's voice was filled with astonishment.
"Why be surprised by something I've known for ages?" Yun Zhuo then changed the subject, looking at the female student from No. 3 Middle School on the ground.
At this moment, her exposed skin was covered in black blood vessels, looking like a piece of shattered porcelain.
Her large eyes were cloudy like cataracts, covered in a snot-like film.
Her hands spasmed like chicken claws, desperately clawing at the air, trying to grab onto something, but there was no one around her, and she could catch nothing.
"Are we really just going to ignore this No. 3 Middle School student?"
"I don't have an Suppression Collar on me. Why don't you form a contract with her? She's a Heaven Rank long-range War Princess."
"What's the catch?"
"Your Six Harmonies Great Spear is a melee class. If you can pair it with a long-range War Princess as your wingman, it won't just boost your strength, it'll speed up your leveling too."
"No price to pay?"
"There is. You'll need an azure essence stone for her to become your wingman.
And with your talent, you shouldn't need a second azure essence stone to suppress the Corrosion Energy backlash she brings."
Yun Zhuo looked at the female student from No. 3 Middle School once more.
Heaven Rank High Grade, five inlay slots, one hidden inlay slot.
"What a pity," Yun Zhuo sighed softly.
"What, even a Heaven Rank War Princess can't catch your Dharma Eye now?"
"No, she's not pretty."
"You..."
Ren Honglin and Yun Zhuo stared at each other in disbelief.
Then Teacher Su urged, "What are you standing there for? Go and contract her already. I won't be jealous."
"It's not about being jealous. The point is that girl—you saw her—she's so ugly, I don't want her."
"It's not like you're looking for a wife, why does she need to be so pretty? Besides, at worst, you can just dissolve the contract with her after we return to the city. Do you really want to watch her undergo an aberration?"
"Don't worry, Principal Ren definitely has an Suppression Collar on him."
Others finally remembered the girl, and their gazes finally fell upon her as she neared the point of aberration.
The students felt pity, but their talent was limited; they couldn't contract two War Princesses at once.
Just as the No. 3 Middle School teacher finally intended to walk over,
Ren Honglin sighed and took out an Suppression Collar to put on the girl.
As the Suppression Collar extracted a large amount of Corrosion Energy from her body, her eyes gradually cleared.
Principal Ren said, "You've been abandoned by No. 3 Middle School. Come back to Seventeenth Middle School with me."
By this time, Yun Zhuo had already walked toward Kurofuji.
Kurofuji Little Moustache, seeing Yun Zhuo walking toward him, suddenly snapped out of it, scrambled into his car, and tried to speed away.
But Yun Zhuo raised his hand, and the anti-gravity luxury car flipped over like a turtle, slamming hard onto the ground.
Ren Honglin looked at Yun Zhuo in confusion: "Are you holding a grudge against him? Why do you want to kill him?"
"He dared to call me ignorant today; tomorrow he'll dare to take my life. Isn't that a grudge?"
After saying that, he stepped forward dozens of meters, arriving in front of Kurofuji's luxury car.
Kurofuji had just crawled out of the car when Yun Zhuo stepped on him, pinning him to the ground.
"Dame, dame! Why do you want to kill me? I want to die knowing why."
"Go ask your ancestors in the afterlife!"
With that, Yun Zhuo raised his leg and stomped down hard. Kurofuji's upper body splattered everywhere like a bag of ketchup under the pointed high-heeled shoe.
Principal of Third High School, who was playing dead several miles away, saw this and felt a moment of glee, then suddenly scrambled up and turned to run.
If that kid Yun Zhuo dared to kill Kurofuji, he'd definitely dare to kill him too.
Even though the kid was no match for him, he didn't dare fight back. If he did, he'd either be stabbed to death by the kid or blasted by the sentry tower's plasma cannon.
Ren Honglin walked over and looked at Principal of Third High School, who had vanished in the blink of an eye, and sighed: "Look, as soon as Kurofuji died, that guy surnamed Xue went crazy with joy."
"Principal, even if I didn't kill him, he wouldn't have survived the night."
"How do you know?"
"Two guys lost a huge sum of money the day before yesterday and are looking for a fat sheep to make up for the deficit.
Instead of keeping a low profile, Kurofuji was still jumping around. Isn't that just seeking death?"
Ren Honglin froze for a moment before it clicked. This kid's War Princess, Teacher Su, was Ling Lifeng's niece.
Whether it's the Qi Family or the Ling Family, if anything happened to Teacher Su in Dawn City, neither family would let it slide.
These two families must have had people watching for a long time; otherwise, that shot at Principal of Third High School wouldn't have been so timely.
And indeed, Ling Lifeng wanted to raid Kurofuji's home to make up for his previous losses; he just needed an excuse.
Even if he took a bag of laundry detergent and called it a weapon of mass destruction developed by Kurofuji, it would work.
He just needed an excuse to make a move.
So he had been sending people to watch him.
As it turned out, Kurofuji didn't disappoint him. He actually dared to threaten his niece, saying she was dead meat. There was the excuse.
Now, his men were already on their way to raid the house.
"Principal, what's the deal with the wingman you mentioned? And about students being able to receive sponsorship—I've never heard of that before."