Life in a different world begins with hidden strength

Chapter 15 A flash of sword light

The two of them fought back and forth for more than ten rounds.

Everyone watching the battle could see that Burlezer was at an absolute disadvantage. Be it skills, strength, or fighting spirit, they were all suppressed. After suffering several heavy blows in a row, he finally lost and exited the circle. Holding his painful shoulder, he gasped and looked extremely embarrassed.

"Hahaha, they are all trash!" Alto raised his head and laughed wildly, even more arrogantly.

Grenweil ​​drew out the inscribed sword, expressing her determination to fight.

Before Alto could accept the challenge, a girl with green hair walked out from among the exchange students watching the battle.

"Winning the wheel battle is not honorable. I will be your opponent."

Yin Fei discovered that the other party had pointed earlobes like herself and was also a half-elf.

Different hair colors represent different groups of elves.

Silver hair is the symbol of the moon elves, who are recognized as elf nobles and can live up to seven hundred years. Those with green hair are ordinary forest elves, with a lifespan of about three hundred to five hundred years.

Half-elves cannot live as long as pure-blood elves, usually only about half.

The rate of growth and development is affected by the mother. If the mother is human, the development speed will be close to that of humans. If the mother is an elf, the development speed is close to that of an elf.

The standard for judging elves and half-elves is by ear. The ears of pure-blood elves are pointier and longer, pointing upward at approximately 45 degrees. Half-elf ears are similar to humans, except that the earlobes are pointed.

Yinfei and Pan are always the center of attention when they walk together.

The silver-haired girl is so beautiful that it's almost unreal, and the black and white bear man wearing a bamboo hat feels like a special guest on the stage, with one plus one being more influential than two.

"Yinfei, your new hairstyle is so beautiful." A familiar classmate came over to chat: "It seems like you have found a sponsor?"

"Yes, I will be loyal to Master Mi Jia'an from now on." Yin Fei replied.

"Mi Jia'an, that's such a familiar name, he couldn't be the young master of the Langton family." The chestnut-haired girl covered her mouth in surprise to hide the gaffe on her face.

Yin Fei nodded proudly: "That's right."

In the field, a fight broke out.

The flaming giant sword swung down from the air unstoppably, hitting the ground heavily. Huge power spread, and the snow and soil exploded in all directions.

Grenville's whole body was burning with transparent arrogance.

The fighting spirit covering the whole body is a sign of entering a formal profession. Not only will it bring about a huge increase in physical fitness, it will also be able to isolate dirt. Make it to the point where mosquitoes and flies cannot fall, and the feathers do not attach to the body. Life span and peak period are extended by twenty to thirty years.

The exchange student Pernelle, who was holding two short blades, was a speed player. She easily avoided the slashes and tried to fight Grenvail in close combat.

The confrontation between the two was frequent and fierce, making people unable to take their eyes away.

Grenweier's attacks were wide open and wide, and the flaming giant sword in her hand swung flexibly like an extension of her arm.

The half-elf girl Pernelle's figure is as erratic as a fallen leaf, and she can always escape at the critical moment.

Yinfei suddenly realized that Mi Jia'an was standing next to her, and she whispered in surprise: "Master."

"I won't drink coffee today, go back and rest early..." The black-haired boy said his decision to himself.

"Master, can you watch for a while before leaving?"

"No, leave quickly..."

Mi Jiaan didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble still came. A group of three people stood in front of them.

"Classmate, please stay."

"What's wrong with you guys?" Mi Jia'an frowned slightly.

"Miss Froya wants to see you." The blue-haired swordsman in charge said with a ruffian smile on his face.

"Froya?" Mi Jia'an shook his head expressionlessly: "I'm sorry, I don't know you. You can go..."

The youngest daughter of the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory had a bad reputation in the school, and he didn't want to be involved.

"I'm sorry, you have to come with us!" The blue-haired young man said in a strong tone and shrugged his shoulders.

The next moment, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the light of the unsheathed sword passed over his neck.

The three of them simultaneously had the illusion that their heads were displaced, and their pupils subconsciously dilated.

Death is so close, and the body reacts in an emergency.

The two followers fell to the ground with pale faces, one of them had a large piece of his pants wet. The blue-haired young man instinctively covered his Adam's apple and staggered back, sweat dripping from his back as he breathed. Who, who is it?

Most of the onlookers had no reaction.

Only a few experts saw the Pandaren take action.

"What a quick knife!"

Alto was shocked and lost his voice. Seeing that Mi Jiaan and others were about to leave, he hurriedly chased after him: "Wait..."

Wherever the strong barbarian men passed, the crowds of people avoided them.

"Your Excellency, can we have a fight!" Alto's eyes were fiery and his words were loud.

Defeating the weak does nothing but gain some confidence. Only by fighting against strong men can you gain experience and become stronger. What his father told Alto since he was a child has always been engraved in his heart.

The original plan was to challenge the Violet Academy's combat instructors one after another after defeating the students.

Mi Jiaan sighed irritably. If he had known that he would sneak away alone and not join in the fun, he might not get into trouble. The trio of them is still too conspicuous...

"Apan, speed up."

"Yes, Master."

The panda man bowed slightly, turned his silly body, and looked at the gray-haired barbarian.

One is a real bear, and the other is a so-called wild bear.

Which one is stronger and which one is weaker?

"Just right here!" Apan quietly waited for his opponent to draw his sword.

"Drink!" Alto roared, and transparent arrogance shot into the sky. His fighting spirit is several times greater than that of ordinary warriors, and he is considered to be extremely talented.

The powerful energy and blood released swept away gusts of wind. At this moment, no one paid attention to the two girls fighting in the field.

"He didn't use all his strength just now!" Bystanders were shocked.

The panda, who is only less than 1.7 meters tall, does not look like a match for the barbarians.

however…

The sword flashed like lightning, and the light of death shone into his pupils. The colorful world tilts and falls into the gray of black and white.

So strong!

Alto only had time to flash his last thought, and his burly body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

He felt like he was dead.

Staring with wide eyes as the pandaren blade was sheathed.

Feel! The most concentrated power! All the fighting spirit converged into one.

The onlookers were shocked that the exchange student from the Havoc Academy couldn't even block a single move.

The strength of the black and white bears who follow Master Mijaan is unfathomable.

"Boring!"

Mijaan yawned lazily. The group of three people slowly left.

As if the stage had come to an end, the crowd gathered around began to disperse.

The battle between two girls in the middle of the playground ended in a draw.

Grenville could not defeat her opponent, and Pernelle could not find a chance to win. Perhaps Grenweier will have more advantages in a protracted battle. After all, active attack consumes less physical energy than dodging and wandering.

By the floor-to-ceiling window of the teaching building, the pink-haired girl quietly stared at the black-haired boy's retreating figure.

"Interesting man! Luke, can you defeat the Ursine warrior beside him?"

"A strong opponent, it's best not to provoke easily." The old man in a suit and leather shoes with a middle parting bowed slightly behind the pink-haired girl.

"Oh? You think he's very strong..." The pink-haired girl was slightly surprised.

(End of this chapter)