Qian Jin sighed, shook his head, and offered a wry smile as he stepped toward Dake. Although this Jianar was loathsome, he was a Level Ten Fighter trainee, far stronger than Dake’s Level Eight Fighter aptitude. A direct confrontation would clearly put him at a disadvantage.

“Qian Jin…” Dake’s right fist clenched so tight his knuckles popped audibly. His left hand blocked his body: “I am the main commander; you are not to interfere in this.”

Several Oakland fighter trainees surrounded Qian Jin. They all knew he had been in school two years less than the others, making him possibly the weakest in actual combat, but six days of interaction had slowly forged them into a unit. “Even if I have to be grounded, I’m doing this today…” Dake’s ten fingers snapped loudly as his Level Eight Fighter aura surged through him, and he threw a punch straight for Jianar’s cheek.

Jianar hooked his right hand, deftly trapping Dake’s incoming fist. His [Level] Fighter aura burst forth with no restraint, a look of surprised mockery crossing his face: “Oh? You want to hit me? You actually intend to hit me? Then I suppose I must defend myself. I imagine that doesn’t violate military regulations, right?”

Bang! Jianar’s fist slammed into Dake’s abdomen. The sheer force sent him staggering backward repeatedly, his body bending over as he retched up white stomach fluid. The trainees who had been standing near Qian Jin finally dispersed and rushed to Dake’s side.

Rodriguez could no longer suppress the rage boiling within him. He had expected nothing more than a few harsh words, but the Aodjie trainees were clearly using this as an excuse to pick a fight, specifically to initiate violence.

“A’liu Ke!” Rodriguez roared, drawing the attention of the surrounding soldiers: “You immediately order your students to apologize to mine! Otherwise, I will take it upon myself to discipline your students!”

“Apologize? Why should they apologize? Are my students poorly disciplined?” A’liu Ke’s mocking smile carried a hint of brazen arrogance: “Isn't this the sort of thing that happens every year during the midterms? What? Have you forgotten? Last year, when you tried to discipline my students, you ended up being disciplined by them? If you have the capability, I don't mind at all if you help me teach!”

A’liu Ke rubbed his forehead, his face set in an expression of pained mockery: “I too worry about their wild nature. It’s a pity~ no one can help me manage these little things…”

Qian Jin turned to look at the ashen-faced Rodriguez. His eyebrows furrowed deeply in frustration. His own teacher—the teacher who had shown him immense care since the day he enrolled—was humiliated by the Aodjie students last year! And he hadn't even been present! A teacher being humiliated by students—what an utter disgrace!

Crack… crack… crack… Qian Jin’s finger joints popped, one by one. Rage mixed with his blood, burning and boiling! “Is that so~?”

A chilling voice emerged from Qian Jin’s throat. A’liu Ke shivered violently upon seeing Qian Jin’s ice-cold eyes, feeling as if the surrounding temperature was rapidly dropping! “Since you can’t control your students, today, allow this old man to manage them for you!”

Qian Jin’s words were still hanging in the air when his foot slammed violently into Jianar’s chest. The attack, delivered with no restraint, instantly snapped the ribs in Jianar’s chest. The crisp crack-crack-crack sounded simultaneously with his body being hurled backward, bent over like a shrimp.

But Jianar’s chest hadn’t been hit by only one kick! As Qian Jin struck Jianar’s chest, another foot joined the assault!

“So fast!” The veterans stared blankly, watching as Duan Feng Buer, who had been running alongside, launched a kick into Jianar’s side. No one expected the usually gregarious young man to act with such swift decisiveness!

These two kicks were too sudden. Jianar rolled several times on the ground after being sent flying before the onlookers fully registered what Qian Jin had said when he struck.

Qian Jin paused slightly, looking at Duan Feng Buer beside him, whose smile held a touch of sunshine, and silently praised that kick as beautiful, clean, and utterly unexpected.

Jianar tumbled several somersaults after being thrown, only then realizing he had been attacked! The pain in his chest shot through every nerve, resonating throughout his entire body.

“I must say, that kick of yours was excellent,” Duan Feng Buer chirped happily, giving a thumbs-up: “It seems you’re an interesting fellow.”

“Last year? You laid hands on my teacher?” Qian Jin advanced step by step toward the Aodjie trainees: “Very well, I shall help you properly manage these students who have forgotten how to respect their elders!”

The Aodjie students were stunned. Jianar was a Level Ten Fighter! How could he have been kicked away by Qian Jin with such ease, without even a moment to counter, defend, or dodge? And what was going on with that familiar-acting Duan Feng Buer?

“What are you looking at…” Jianar knelt on the ground, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood, yet still conscious. He glared viciously at Qian Jin and whispered weakly: “Attack! Beat him to death…”

The Aodjie trainees finally snapped back to reality. Their Fighter auras flared up repeatedly, and their mental energy began to soar as twenty-odd figures swarmed toward Qian Jin.

The Oakland trainees exchanged glances, their expressions grim, and they too charged toward the Aodjie group. This was no longer a matter of calculating whether they could win! Dake had been hit, their teacher had been insulted, and Qian Jin was standing at the front! As long as there was a shred of spirit left in them, how could they not join in? Hadn’t someone just been shouting earlier to fight together? To hell with formalities! All of them attacked! In an instant, the field devolved into a massive brawl.

Qian Jin raised a hand and snatched an incoming fist, tossing the assailant aside without even looking, throwing him like a projectile. The violent force was akin to the charge of a war steed, slamming into the less robust magic trainees and eliciting a chorus of breaking bones.

“Interesting! This is so interesting!” Duan Feng Buer joyfully shouted, his arm clamped around one person’s head while his foot sent a charging Aodjie fighter flying: “I was bored stiff these last few days; finally, some fun has arrived.”

Qian Jin moved through the crowd mercilessly. Anyone struck by him ended up with either a broken hand or a broken foot. By the time the nearest soldiers rushed over, trying to intervene, not a single Aodjie trainee was left standing.

Rodriguez and the Oakland trainees stared dumbfounded at Qian Jin, hands clasped behind his back, walking leisurely through the field of groaning, writhing Aodjie students.

In these six days, none of them had truly seen Qian Jin fight, nor had they imagined his strength reached such terrifying heights! He had, almost single-handedly, taken down the majority of the Aodjie contingent, with the rest of the damage attributed to that young warrior who appeared from nowhere.

“Poorly disciplined people need discipline,” Qian Jin slowly approached A’liu Ke: “Teacher, allowing your students to bully others can sometimes lead to very terrible consequences.”

“Rod… Rodriguez…” A’liu Ke stared blankly at his injured students, surely doomed to miss the midterms, and roared: “You… You! You actually dare let your student commit such acts! You immediately make him apologize to me! And then he must return to Aodjie Academy with me to be punished!”

“Apologize?” Qian Jin stood before A’liu Ke with a cold sneer: “Sorry, I am also a student who is hard to manage. My teacher worries endlessly over my naughtiness! It’s a pity~ no one can help him manage this little thing of his…” Qian Jin threw A’liu Ke’s words back in his face, almost word for word.

“I hear your students actually attacked my teacher last year? You must have been there, I suppose? I understand…” Qian Jin adopted a knowing expression: “You certainly wanted to discipline them, but couldn’t, right? Now, history is repeating itself…”

“You want to…” Before A’liu Ke could finish speaking, a piercing pain erupted in his abdomen, causing him to vomit stomach contents. His entire body bent over as Qian Jin’s knee slammed heavily into his forehead, forcing his bent frame straight back as he flew backward. “Oakland trainee! Stop your actions immediately!” A severe shout, thick with rage, echoed from a distance.

Qian Jin glanced at the General clad in battle armor, then bent down, reached out, and grabbed Jianar by the collar, hauling him up: “Your teacher can’t manage you? Then I will manage him in his stead! I’m rather dull with words; I don’t lecture people. I only understand pain! It’s very effective for teaching lessons…” Slap!

Qian Jin raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap across Jianar’s face. The powerful force sent blood spurting from Jianar’s mouth, and his teeth rattled out under the deliberate force.

The loud slap echoed against Jianar’s body, causing the surrounding Aodjie trainees to shudder collectively, as if the blow had landed on them as well.

“I will graduate from Oakland this year, but I will return to the academy every year. If my juniors tell me that Aodjie students are deliberately humiliating them, I will personally come and help your teacher discipline you!”

Slap! Jianar’s face took another slap. Qian Jin’s wrist moved with incredible speed; by the time the General arrived, he had delivered a full fifty slaps, hitting Jianar so thoroughly that even his mother wouldn't recognize her own son, before he finally stopped. “You! Oakland trainee!” The General, clad in bronze armor, drew his sword and pointed it at Qian Jin: “Immediately! Release the Aodjie trainee in your hands!” “Fine,” Qian Jin smiled, his fingers relaxing their grip on Jianar’s collar, resulting in his body crashing heavily onto the ground with a dull thud.

After fifty slaps, Jianar had long since passed out. Releasing him now meant a simple free-fall impact.

The bronze-armored General surveyed the field of groaning Aodjie students, then looked at Qian Jin, whose hands were covered in others’ blood, and Duan Feng Buer, whose expression suggested complete detachment. “Good! Very good! You dare engage in a brawl the moment you step into my barracks!” The bronze General walked toward Qian Jin step by step, suddenly lifting his knee and driving it fiercely into Qian Jin’s abdomen!

The dull thud of bronze colliding with muscle was sickeningly clear. The veterans winced, unable to watch the anticipated sight of Qian Jin collapsing to his knees in agony. Yet, after waiting a moment, they heard no sound of knees hitting the ground. They opened their eyes to find Qian Jin standing exactly as he had been before.