Chapter 82

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Jiang University's H Building Complex is the landmark building of the residential area.

As the newest building with the best environment, this place is not only envied by senior students, but also the focus of contention for international students and exchange students.

As for freshmen, aside from a few departments that managed to secure resources, they can only drool and watch from the buildings next door.

Stanik quickly figured out the location of the H Building Complex and dispatched a group of European and American big men who hurried over. He himself hid on the restaurant building several kilometers away, remote controlling.

He knew very clearly in his heart that a family like the Chen Family, an aristocratic family, is the most difficult to deal with. They are not families standing at the top of the world — those are the chaebols among aristocratic families — although they once might have had the opportunity to stand at the top of the nation, in most cases they merely maintain a middling status, striving for horizontal rather than vertical development.

If chaebols are tall trees, then aristocratic families are weeds. They have ambition but not enough, they have strength but often consume it in internal family strife; in the eyes of outsiders, they merely continuously grow and extend, then naturally expand their influence.

There are many ways to deal with weeds, but if one wants to eradicate them completely, the massive energy and resources consumed often result in the loss outweighing the gain.

The result of being entangled by weeds is likewise.

Now, since the Holy See has already decided to obtain that set of technology, and at the fastest speed, he can only obey orders and act.

However, during the preparation, he still kept a trump card, not going into battle personally, but instead dispatching the Holy See's guards to go up.

The European big men rapidly moved to below the H Building, and a group of panicked students rushed out from inside the building first, crashing into them in blind panic.

The leading German, Schnod, blocked a short guy and asked in Chinese reeking of sausage: "What's going on."

"Someone got killed."

"Killed? Who died?" Schnod immediately pressed, without a nervous expression.

The short guy struggled twice, discovering he was completely controlled by the other party, and could only clench his chrysanthemum tight and say: "It, it... it's the freshmen fighting, lots of blood."

"Who died?"

"Don't know." The short guy panted twice, his shock slightly settled, then said: "There's blood in the corridor, it's all dripped into the elevator, so..."

An Italian next to him kicked him once, saying: "So you thought someone died, but you actually didn't see a dead person, a corpse, right?"

The short guy, kicked free from Schnod's grip, covered his buttocks and said: "No."

"Who is the one bleeding?"

"Don't know."

The Italian looked dissatisfied at the German, backhandedly drew his two-chi-long Turkish sword, and shouted at those behind: "All prepared, we enter from the stairs. If smooth, directly seize people and leave, no stopping allowed along the way."

"I need to report to the Priest." Schnod, leading another team, stood unmoving, strictly adhering to protocol rules in English..

"You take the elevator up later, just receive the results." The Italian glanced at him contemptuously, led his own nine men and rushed into the building complex.

At this time, the Koreans on the 23rd floor still hadn't figured out what had happened.

Only saw Chen Yi, right hand holding a mop that had lost its hair, take two padding steps, then accurately stab down one enemy, the force so great it could pierce muscle, causing massive blood loss.

The ferocious posture was merely one aspect; his rapid retreat and second forward thrust attack was the true killer move; at least two people, because they misjudged his speed, greedily rushed in for merit, and were directly stabbed in the thigh by the blood-stained mop stick, bleeding out.

This strategy is precisely the typical Holy Qiao Kingdom Knight's advantage combat technique against infantry.

No matter how the Holy Knight Grindel Title transformed his body technique, on the Magic Continent, the first goal of learning body technique is forever killing.

And among mid-level body technique practice methods, quite a few are variations derived from battlefield combat techniques.

Using the Level 8 body technique Knight Step Combat Technique to deal with Korean international students who have no equipment, no coordinated training, merely relying on strong bodies to fight, is like knights facing strong peasants, without a shred of suspense.

Unfortunately the Koreans don't understand this principle.

They understand even less how the Chinese person who originally should have been captured with hands bound became their side's nightmare.

Fresh blood flowing on the ground made squelching sounds, disgusting like stepping on frogs.

Three Koreans with thighs or arms pierced through howled holding each other, mutually using shirts to bandage and stop bleeding, supporting each other attempting to leave from the elevator.

The remaining two were isolated outside the crowd, only desperately shouting for help, but threw their weapons far away, fearing to anger Chen Yi and get another hole drilled in them.

Chen Yi was calm and full of confidence.

After the initial maladaptation passed, his combat will and instinct were as tenacious as ever.

At this time, the Holy Qiao Kingdom's ascetic-like education took effect.

Although due to nervousness, and the numerical advantage of over ten enemies, Chen Yi slightly overexerted himself, but he overcame this point well.

Once the first limit was passed, he smoothly entered the state.

Another two Koreans, risking their lives, charged over.

Behind them followed weak companions holding wine bottles.

Chen Yi coldly watched them.

This might be the last attack.

At a distance of seven or eight meters, the leading Korean suddenly roared loudly, recklessly accelerating from the left side; the international student on his right lowered his head and ran forward with all his might.

It seems their idea was to rely on the corridor over five meters wide to force their way close first no matter what.

Chen Yi gave a light humph, fiercely advanced three meters forward, the mop stick already severed by half heavily thrust out, prepared to stab the leading Korean stick in the body; the uneven wood chips and sharpened stick head, like peasant army bamboo spears, rapidly pierced through his abdomen.

This was his first time choosing to stab a vital part.

Trickling fresh blood gushed out in an instant.

Three girls hid inside the door, astonished watching the completely different Chen Yi.

Could not see the 148 IQ, could not see the aristocratic scion's gentle refinement, could not see the 18-year-old boy's shyness and timidity.

Jin Douna was even somewhat moved, somewhat excited.

The young lady's judgment was indeed correct — absorbing such a young man into the organization, in the future he will surely be heavily used. Her mission can be considered perfectly completed.

She doesn't care much about the other international students; these drunk Koreans are just fools she lured here, no one knows her identity.

"Roar." The guy charging up from the left shouted to bolster his courage, pulling Jin Douna out of her fantasy.

Facing the enemy pouncing at him, Chen Yi gave a disdainful glance, violently pulled out the mop stick, planted his feet like taking root, and thrust his right hand out flat — not using any force at all, just waiting there quietly.

Like cavalry borrowing the horse's momentum, leveling a lance and charging.

The difference was, he borrowed the opponent's speed, not his own.

With a "puchi" sound, the mop stick, carrying wood splinters, pierced through the soft flesh of the Korean's armpit.

The latter had charged too fast and too fiercely; he saw the wood tip flashing with blood light, yet could not stop no matter what, only able to dodge the vital point, lower his body, and let his shoulder meet it there.

The tremendous momentum made the thin clothing lose its shielding effect, and the wood tip was swallowed in.

Another spurt of blood shot out.

Chen Yi casually let go of the wood stick, like a knight discarding his lance after a charge, flipped to the left, spun once, grabbed another excited man swinging a wine bottle, exerted strength with both arms, gave a loud shout, and brute force actually lifted him up and hurled him at the wall on the other side of the corridor.

The sounds of "pa, pu" made one feel a chill. The latter sound was him falling into the blood water, squeezing the liquid.

This time, it was standard infantry combat technique.

Body Technique is the physical cultivation method the Saint Qiao Kingdom exchanged lives for over years of war.

Combat Arts are the martial arts crystals condensed with lives as data across the entire Magic Continent.

Overseas students who know a bit of three-legged cat kung fu only have the fate of being targets.

Chen Yi stepped forward two steps again.

The remaining seven or eight people lost their courage instantly, hurriedly stepping back two steps.

Student Chen easily bent down, stepped on the chest of the Korean in front of him, exerted force with his right hand, and pulled that mop stick out again.

A stream of blood gushed out like Baotou Spring.

Chen Yi didn't even glance at him, just held his right hand aloft, spear level with his waist eye, still the standard knight charging motion.

10 minutes ago, facing this motion, the Koreans bravely charged up, accompanied by mocking laughter.

10 minutes later at this moment, the remaining Koreans dared not advance, not a single sound dared they utter.

"He Hu." Chen Yi suddenly made a charging motion of striding forward quickly.

A group of Koreans reflexively stepped back; the blood water under their feet was like rotten mud, making them stumble and fall; not one looked back, all running away crying for father and mother.

Chen Yi licked his lips, tasting a salty bloody smell.

The knights of the Saint Qiao Kingdom, this is how they fought on the battlefield, right?

He inadvertently fantasized, surprisingly not feeling the floor mixed with blood and sweat was filthy at all.

"Chen Yi, careful, being chased, I already called the police." Han Jie shouted; she didn't just call the police.

Jin Douna pulled her, face intoxicated: "It's fine, he's sure to win. Don't you think the current Chen Yi is very handsome? Handsome, young, and that calm expression, I like men who stay calm when things happen the most. Just like Shi Dage, everything under control, always quietly waiting for the enemy to make a decision, then..."

Her voice grew lower and lower, as if talking to herself, recalling something.

At this moment, Chen Yi entered a mysterious and more mysterious state, a bit half-asleep half-awake, replaying the scene just now.

The fight was fierce, but actually there wasn't much danger. The knowledge he learned, dealing with a fight of ten or twenty people scale, was truly more than enough. The only slightly stimulating thing was merely the hand-feel of piercing a human body, and the moral crisis brought by fresh blood flowing on the ground — but actually, in this kind of narrow road encounter, language barrier, you-die-I-live situation, negative emotions really weren't many.

However, this gave him a rare opportunity to try applying those Body Technique and Combat Arts moves outside the established sequence.

Chen Yi's body twitched from time to time.

That was him using his body's subconscious to use Body Technique moves again.

If Grendel were here, if he were an ordinary knight, Holy Knight Adult would surely loudly praise his talent and effort.

Comprehending Body Technique through subconscious thinking is precisely the first step for knights to sense the Magic Net.

With an "ou" sound, waking everyone from shock.

The thick bloody smell, like blood exterminating a whole clan, eroded and challenged everyone's nerves.

Another student couldn't bear it and vomited.

Chen Yi's arm slowly lowered.

He let out a long breath, only feeling his body had inexhaustible strength.

A sense of fullness, never experienced before.

As if he himself was in some peak state.

"Is it the Magic Net?" He thought there, while striving to search and experience this feeling of fullness.

Neat footsteps sounded on the narrow fire stairs.

Chen Yi stood alone in the center of the corridor.

A sharp Turkish knife pierced through from behind the fire door.

At the same time, Chen Yi's mobile phone rang again.

The melodious ringtone appeared extremely discordant at this moment.

Just like the Internationale at a wedding.

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