Isabella nodded repeatedly. She had initially been looking for an opportunity to fire that greedy Motsuqunsa, but now it seemed he actually had some use—at least to deal with applicants trying to join the Academy through unauthorized channels.

That's right! Those two trainees absolutely must be kicked out! Isabella clenched her fist tightly. Don't think that just because you two possess recommendation letters from the Torrent Fortress, you can join the War Crusade Academy! If this precedent is set, various factions will use all sorts of means to shove people into the Academy later on.

A test? Qian Jin raised an eyebrow. He recalled the conversation he overheard from the three departing warrior trainees not long ago. This Motsuqunsa had previously extorted trainees and even hospitalized one warrior student. A greedy person like this is usually a gutless coward; if he gets away with this lightly this time, he’ll come looking for trouble again later.

Lightly? Qian Jin glanced at Isabella beside him, whose expression was anything but friendly. If he played it low-key today, the Headmaster would keep troubling him in the future. So, forget low-key! He would use the most flamboyant method possible to show this Headmaster that it was fine even without a letter of introduction from the Torrent Fortress!

"A test, is it? Fine by me!”

Qian Jin spread his arms and walked forward slowly, his body intentionally or unintentionally blocking the view between Chekfurit and Motsuqunsa. The matter of a demon-race mixed-blood with the bloodline of a Fallen Angel being a Martial Knight should be kept as low-key as possible.

Motsuqunsa was momentarily stunned by Qian Jin’s nonchalant expression. Who was this reckless newcomer? Someone who needed a letter of introduction from the Torrent Fortress to even approach the War Crusade Academy couldn't possibly have much strength. Although the main job of a teacher is to instruct rather than rely on personal strength, the teachers at the War Crusade Academy themselves generally possess considerable strength.

A hint of faint confusion flickered across Isabella’s half-closed eyes. What was this young warrior’s background? Was he confident? Or was he backed by some powerful family influence? Was he perhaps overconfident? Teachers at the War Crusade Academy undergo basic strength assessments, the lowest being a Demon Subduing Five-War level! Motsuqunsa was a Demon Subduing Eight-War level!

"Teacher Motsuqunsa, is that right?” Qian Jin looked around at the office desk and chairs. "Are we testing right here? Or do we need to go somewhere else?”

Motsuqunsa secretly glanced at Isabella. Noticing that the Headmaster had no intention of moving elsewhere, he immediately understood that the Headmaster didn't want too many people to know about this. As a Demon Subduing Eight-War level teacher, he naturally had to take down a warrior trainee who hadn't even passed the basic assessment, right here.

"Here is fine?” Qian Jin looked up at Isabella standing by the doorway. "Then, Headmaster, please ensure fairness.”

Isabella shrugged dismissively, curiosity piling up more and more in her eyes, her eyebrows slowly drawing closer together above her nose. She pondered silently: This young man’s demeanor is extremely relaxed, and his casual movements betray an ineffable confidence. What trump card does he hold? If he truly possessed strength, he shouldn't need any introduction or recommendation letter from the Torrent Fortress at all. He should just sign up for the general assessment! Could it be he paid to bypass the assessment?

Isabella shook her head slightly, dismissing the speculation that he had missed the assessment. The trainees of the Primary Magic and Warrior Academies, led by their teachers and the Headmaster, maintained at least a minimal standard; therefore, the Headmaster would absolutely not let them miss the chance to take the assessment! It seemed this young man was simply confident without reason.

"Then both sides prepare yourselves,” Isabella said blandly. "During this assessment, try not to injure the other party. But once a real fight breaks out, it's hard to hold back, and injuries might occur. Qian Jin, you should think this over carefully before proceeding.”

Motsuqunsa nodded with a smile, inwardly praising the Headmaster’s precise words, which perfectly set the stage for him to injure the opponent. This way, if he heavily wounded this Qian Jin, the other one, Chekfurit, would retreat on his own, and he wouldn't have completely offended the Torrent Fortress; at least he could send them back a complete relationship first.

"Injured...*…” Duanfeng Bu'er couldn't help letting out a light chuckle. The cigarette holder clenched between his lips caused him to choke as the smoke went down the wrong pipe, making him cough violently, his face turning bright red.

Motsuqunsa paid attention to Duanfeng Bu’er’s strange laughter, a sense of alarm rising in his heart. Could it be that Qian Jin hadn't taken the general assessment for some special reason, which is why he had to rely on the Torrent Fortress’s introduction? No matter what! He had to severely injure this brat now, otherwise, the Headmaster wouldn't let him off because of the matter with Biluo.

Demon Subduing Eight-War Level!

The supposed assessment hadn't even begun, but Motsuqunsa instantly erupted with all his Battle Qi. The muscles on both sides of his shoulders swelled and grew continuously, his shoulders seeming to double in width, as if two monstrously thick arms had been attached to him.

Beast Battle Skill: Raging Bear Arms! One punch carried the force of a thousand pounds!

Motsuqunsa was fully prepared from the first moment. He absolutely could not lose this fight! Absolutely! Even if the Headmaster mocked him for being timid, he had to fight with his full strength.

Isabella’s half-closed eyes shifted to Qian Jin. "Aren't you going to unleash your Battle Qi? If you try to unleash it the moment the fight starts, it might be too late.”

Qian Jin’s arms hung naturally at his sides, showing no sign of preparing for combat. His eyes calmly watched Motsuqunsa, giving the impression that he wasn't even considering him an opponent, yet his spirit had already secretly locked onto Motsuqunsa.

This was a special technique of Divine Archery! Locking onto the opponent, yet making it very difficult for the opponent to truly notice! Qian Jin was used to secretly appearing from a hidden corner to execute such a lock. This was the first time he was attempting this face-to-face. If he could lock onto an opponent face-to-face without being detected, he was at least an exceptionally outstanding stealth practitioner.

Isabella’s half-closed eyes suddenly opened two-thirds of the way, a faint glimmer of confusion flickering in her pupils. Did this person just do something? It felt like he had locked onto Motsuqunsa! Could it be...*…” he was originally an archer?

"Headmaster, aren't we starting?” Qian Jin looked lazily at Isabella.

"Oh.” Isabella met Qian Jin’s gaze and subconsciously agreed, "Start...*…”

The word had barely left Isabella’s lips when Motsuqunsa moved! His arms, braced on the ground, bent slightly before suddenly pushing off the floor. Together with his bent legs, he propelled the earth, his body like a moving small mountain. The floor cracked under the recoil force, and dust shot out from the fissures onto his back.

As Motsuqunsa exerted force with all four limbs, Qian Jin moved!

The moment Qian Jin moved, the atmosphere in the entire room instantly changed drastically. His Demon Subduing Two-War Battle Qi erupted from within him. Spinning at a high speed of fifteen thousand revolutions, it battered his loose warrior clothes, making a snapping sound like hundreds of whips striking him simultaneously.

The two observing trainees from the War Crusade Academy only felt a sudden blur before their eyes; Qian Jin had already completed the sequence of charging up, stamping the ground, bending over, and rushing forward. His speed was as quick and practiced as a true mountain leopard!

What is this? Motsuqunsa’s eyes also blurred. The killing intent and rushing air current rushing toward him vaguely resembled an unparalleled ferocious beast. His body couldn't even react in time; he only heard the loud snapping and popping sound of Qian Jin's clothes rubbing against the air as he charged forward at high speed, like river water slapping against a retaining wall.

Demon Subduing Two-War Level? Not good! Isabella’s half-open eyes snapped fully wide, her beautiful pupils round with shock. Battle Qi of the Demon Subduing Three-War Level immediately exploded from within her body. Her figure flickered, and she struck out with a palm toward Qian Jin’s fist before Motsuqunsa could react.

Fast! Isabella hadn't expected Qian Jin to be this fast, nor had she expected him to attack with such ferocity! The moment he moved, he aimed to severely wound Motsuqunsa and send him to the hospital! Although Motsuqunsa lacked professional ethics, after all..." Isabella’s expression hardened, "after all, he’s fighting in front of me! If someone gets hurt...”

A strand of golden Battle Qi condensed on Isabella’s palm. Her fair, slender, beautiful hand instantly looked like a piece of metal. Her wrist vibrated rapidly in the air, creating a flurry of palm shadows before Qian Jin in the blink of an eye, as if this small patch of space was completely controlled beneath her palms.

Advanced Battle Skill: Butterfly Powdered Gold Palm! Isabella was confident that this skill, so fast it made one’s eyes blur, was enough to force Qian Jin back.

Retreat? Isabella’s heart suddenly jumped wildly. The illusory, multicolored light in her eyes suddenly flashed with unexpected astonishment. This young man’s fighting momentum was only advancing! Advancing! Advancing! A never-retreating momentum! Had he infused this conviction into his Battle Qi?

In a flash of lightning, Qian Jin’s rapidly advancing body continued to surge forward with constant undulations, like charging atop a bucking horse. His arm hooked towards the centerline, thrusting out like a battle saber. The Battle Qi from his one hundred and eight Battle Apertures was guided by the central Battle Aperture in his chest, channeling all the energy into his arm, splitting the air with a piercing, cracking sound.

Demon Subduing Two-War Level! Fifteen-thousand-revolution High-Speed Earth Splitter!

Bang! Qian Jin’s stabbing palm struck Isabella’s hand, which felt like gold or iron. The collision of the two forces produced a dull thud, as if two extremely heavy weapons had crashed together.

The Battle Qi instantly tore and churned against each other. The sleeve on Qian Jin's arm could not withstand the high intensity of the intertwined Battle Qi and force; it shredded apart with a hissing sound, spewing countless fragments of cloth.

Isabella’s palm felt a sharp, drilling pain, as if a drill bit was violently twisting inside. The Battle Qi of the Earth Splitter instantly shattered the Butterfly Powdered Gold Palm. The overwhelming force broke through the palm's defense and shot straight into her arm.

The speed in this instant was too fast! Isabella was surprised by the destructive power of Qian Jin's Demon Subduing Two-War Battle Qi and the lethality of his Battle Skill. By the time her internal Battle Qi exploded again, she was a fraction of a second too slow. She couldn't maintain her original force and was forced back three steps, watching as Qian Jin lunged toward Motsuqunsa.

Not good! Danger! How could this young warrior discern which of my palms was real and which was illusion?

Isabella’s eyes flickered repeatedly with confused astonishment. This Butterfly Powdered Gold Palm, which was enough to dazzle the eyes, hadn't even been deployed at full strength. A young warrior at the Demon Subduing Two-War Level shouldn't have been able to see through it!

In an instant, the Battle Qi of the Demon Subduing Eight-War Level rapidly surged within Isabella. Her long hair, pinned at the back of her head, suddenly scattered with the explosion of Battle Qi. She flipped her wrist and her footwork blurred; she moved preemptively, grasping toward Qian Jin!

Qian Jin's eyes were fixed solely on Motsuqunsa. His Earth Splitter tore through the air, emanating a tragic aura of unstoppable forward momentum. He didn't even spare Isabella a glance. Simultaneously, his left wrist gave a very subtle flick!

The small office was suddenly filled with surging killing intent. A cold glint cut a short, crisp, whistling arc through the air. The skin on the back of Isabella's neck instantly spasmed, and her pupils contracted rapidly, filled with blinding, sharp light.

Divine Archery! Flying Dagger!

Over such a short distance, the sudden appearance of the deadly whistling blade! Even Isabella’s Demon Subduing Eight-War Level Battle Qi couldn't completely block a Battle Soldier-grade flying dagger. She hurriedly dodged sideways; the dagger barely grazed past her high chest before sinking halfway into the wall, only the tail end sticking out.

Crack! Qian Jin’s Earth Splitter violently broke through Motsuqunsa’s hastily raised defensive arms. The moment excruciating pain shot up his arm to his brain, Qian Jin’s foot landed precisely on his chest, followed by another series of cracking sounds as bones snapped, echoing sickeningly in the quiet office.

Qian Jin straightened his bent right leg. Motsuqunsa’s body was bent over like a cooked shrimp, sent flying backward to violently slam against the wall not far behind him, triggering another dull, heavy boom. His body slid down the wall bit by bit to the floor, shaking a light layer of dust from the ceiling.

In an instant! Heavily wounded! Isabella froze on the spot, staring at Qian Jin’s decisive actions in astonishment! Astonishing combat intuition! Was he born with incredible combat sense? Or had he experienced countless life-and-death battles? In such a short span, he had distinguished the real from the illusion in the Butterfly Powdered Gold Palm? And that flying dagger!

If it weren't for the Demon Subduing Eight-War Level... If it weren't for his long experience in life-and-death combat..." Isabella broke out in a slight cold sweat, feeling a wave of lingering fear. If this young man, Qian Jin, had only intended to defeat Motsuqunsa, only to stop reinforcements, the power of that dagger just now could have been even greater!

This young man's...*…” Isabella gazed blankly at Qian Jin and shook her head. A young man of this age could only possess such combat experience and skill if he had been fighting daily on the Human-Demon battlefield since he was ten! Could this be his innate combat sense?

Demon Subduing Two-War Level, yet possessing astonishing discernment, decisiveness, and a terrifying mastery of the flying dagger! Furthermore, he was just an ordinary warrior, not some bloodline warrior! The more Isabella looked at Qian Jin, the more astonished she became. How could someone like this not have results from the general assessment?

"Pfft...*…”

Motsuqunsa spat out a mouthful of thick, foul-smelling blood, breaking the silence of the office.

Qian Jin quietly looked at Isabella. Since he had decided not to maintain a low profile, he had to carry that high profile to the maximum, absolutely preventing Isabella from saving Motsuqunsa.

You wanted to beat me to the point of hospitalization? Qian Jin coldly glanced at Motsuqunsa sprawled on the ground. Then you should be prepared to be hospitalized yourself for what I’ve done to you. -For more surprises, please visit www.shushuw.cn-