The Infinite Powerhouse Mixed in the Comics

From the sky, Jiang Jing flew down slowly, looked at Lias lying powerlessly at the bottom of the pit, and said indifferently: "The combat experience is not bad, but the use of power is too crude."

After talking about the business, Jiang Jing didn't bother to go to the classroom, remembering the special training promised to Lias and the others earlier, the two came to this small training space.

Jiang Jing's so-called special training was to make her feel death.

Because there is nothing more impressive than death, the body will deeply remember the fear it once had, and then evolve and become stronger under this fear.

Just like the selective evolution of organisms in order to adapt to the environment, with some other means, Jiang Jing can speed up this instinctive evolution by hundreds or thousands of times.

"I feel...Sorata...you have become stronger again..." Rias, who was seriously injured in the pit, was pale, with a wry smile and shock on her face, and her speech was intermittent.

Said it was hell-like special training, Jiang Jing was not prepared to hold back, not only destroyed her magical artifacts that had been warmed and recovered a lot with one punch, but also seriously injured, half of the bones in her body were broken at this time.

However, because the artifact was destroyed, Rias's uniform could not be preserved in this kind of battle, and the scene in the cave that day was staged here again.

With the removal of the artifact, a white...

The training was just a matter of one punch, but Jiang Jing was busy for a while to stimulate Lias' physical life potential and restore her body.

Of course, whether this is "busy" or enjoying the feeling of the hand is different.

Later, Jiang Jing didn't go to class either. He stayed in the activity room and took a shower. Wrapped in a bathrobe, he regained some strength. Lias lay on the sofa and chatted.

But mostly Lias was talking, such as introducing some scenery of the underworld, magic text and geography, and some of her own things, which gave Jiang Jing a more detailed impression of the current underworld.

Such a relaxed and ambiguous chat atmosphere was not broken until the appearance of Akeno Himejima at around four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Hey! Minister, did you do any strenuous exercise?" Looking at Rias who was only wrapped in her own bathrobe, Himejima Akeno showed an ambiguous smile in her eyes.

Rias didn't care about Junai's teasing, put one hand on her trembling chest, stood up and lifted her long hair hanging from her shoulders and smiled: "Junai is here, you guys talk first, I'll go change my clothes."

"Sorata, please be gentle." Seeing Rias walking unnaturally from the back, Himejima Akeno covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes pointed.

"How gentle, I've tried my best to control my strength." Jiang Jing shrugged.

"Wow, is Sorata so strong?" Akeno Himejima was 'surprised', his small mouth opened so wide that an egg could be stuffed in.

"Strong or not, haven't you seen it before?" Jiang Jing looked at Himejima Akeno with a smile, and accompanied her.

"Senior Kanda came so early today." The only one who could call Senior Jiang Jing was Kiba, a modest and polite general, who was forced to do so. He opened the door and came in, looking at Jiang Jing who was already sitting in the activity room in surprise.

"I came here at noon, and I didn't go to class afterwards." Jiang Jing said casually.

"I don't want to go to class either." The somewhat envious Tacheng Kitty walked in with a backpack.

Akeno Himejima: "Then if you want to be like Sorata, Kitty, you can get the first grade in class every day while sleeping, so you can go if you don't want to go."

"Don't talk about this, senior, I get a headache when I think of those formulas now. I didn't expect the high school classes to be so much more difficult than the junior high school." Tacheng Kitty said with a bitter face.

"Also, why am I a monster learning this?"

"The purpose of our study is not just to study. Forget it, you don't understand now, so you talk first, and I'll make tea."

There was no need to pick up Zhenbai to go back today, Jiang Jing, who was not in a hurry, drank tea for a while, leaned lazily on the sofa and listened to them chatting for a while, and it was almost five o'clock before getting up.

"Okay, let's talk, I'll go back first."

Jiang Jing waved to several people and left empty-handed.As for the backpack with books, he never brought it with him.

"Goodbye, Senior Kanda."

"Goodbye, Sorata..."

After leaving the activity room, Jiang Jing walked directly across the playground towards the outside of the school.

This is still the time for school club activities, so it looks very lively, those who play baseball, football, and the music club upstairs...

"what!"

Suddenly Jiang Jing stopped, looked up at the direction of the business district of Kyoto, and then smiled, "Are there really bugs?" Then continued to walk outside the school.

Walking out of the school gate, he walked along the slope without haste, but stopped halfway on the slope.

Looking at the figure on the other side of the road wearing work clothes in the sun and carrying garbage bags sorting garbage, Jiang Jing thought for a while and walked over.

"Qingshan, shouldn't you be working in a coffee shop at this time? Another job?"

"Ah...ha...it's Kanda." Qingshan Qihai, who was wearing a hat, was a little panicked, her eyes unnaturally avoiding Jiang Jing's gaze, as if she didn't want him to see her side.

"The cafe is being renovated in the past two days, so I took this job, and the voice actor training fee for next month is still a little short." Aoyama Nanami explained.

"Your complexion is a little bad." Jiang Jing's eyes fell on Qingshan Qihai's flushed face, and he could tell at a glance that she was suffering from heatstroke due to her weakness.

"It's okay." Qingshan Qihai froze, and then smiled.

"Is it all right?"

Jiang Jing's face showed suspicion, and then he put his hand on Qingshan Qihai's panicked eyes, as if he was testing whether she had a fever.

At the moment of contact, Jiang Jing spent a trace of undetectable light energy diluted to the point where she could bear it.

Qingshan Qihai, who hadn't reacted, was taken aback for a moment, then felt the hot temperature from the hand on his forehead, was startled for an instant, and took a step back in a panic.

"Ah... God... Kanda..." Jiang Jing's intimate movements made Qingshan Qihai at a loss, and even stuttered.

"Well, I don't have a fever." Jiang Jing pretended not to notice Qingshan Qihai's reaction, and nodded with a very natural expression, just showing that the students cared for each other.

Infected by Jiang Jing, Qingshan Qihai also seemed to feel that she was making a fuss out of a molehill, suppressed her fluttering mood, and showed a stiff smile on her face.