Elaenor Wood is a person with a temper.
He could have let the man in the black robe save so face.
But, Elaenor Wood did not do that.
Arrogant people need to be taught a lesson.
Not being killed is already a great rcy.
This punch, Elaenor Wood did not expose his abilities, but instead relied on his physical body to unleash power.
Even with the elder presiding over their side, it was impossible to discern anything.
Inside the tent, there was a dead silence.
Everyone’s eyes were filled with disbelief.
After quite a while, the elder finally reacted.
He said in a deep voice, "Quick! Go out and see how Ice Sinclair is doing?"
As the vice president of the Ocean Academy, Ragnar Frost must ensure the safety of the accompanying disciples,
But since this contest was proposed by Ice Sinclair, if he intervened, it would instead tarnish the reputation of the Ocean Academy.
Martial artists from major sects have a kind of pride.
This pride does not allow him to dispute with Elaenor Wood.
"Junior Brother!"
Soon, two disciples from the Ocean Academy carried Ice Sinclair back and placed him on the ground of the tent.
"Sinclair, are you okay?" Ragnar Frost took a glance and his heart sank halfway.
Ice Sinclair’s eyes were swollen, with dark circles, only able to see through a slit!
His nose was bleeding incessantly!
Even if he can recover in the future, a disfigurent is already set in stone.
Which shows how ruthless that punch was!
"Master... I..." Tears slipped through those slits, dropping onto the tent floor.
Humiliation!
Anger!
And resentnt!
Ice Sinclair couldn’t face his fellow disciples, let alone face Baylor Davenport.
His boastful words still echoed, but now his face was truly beaten like a pig’s head.
"You two! No martial ethics!" Alphonse Martinez, Ice Sinclair’s die-hard friend from Ocean Academy, turned back, glaring at Elaenor Wood and Julius Reed: "We martial artists, are open and aboveboard! You two actually launched a sneak attack, seriously injuring my Junior Brother! Now, what is your explanation!"
After he spoke, others followed by turning their gaze to Elaenor Wood.
"Right! He struck a sneak attack, otherwise, I would definitely have knocked out his teeth!" Ice Sinclair lay on the ground, speaking weakly.
Ultimately, he found an excuse for himself.
Not being inferior in skill, but the opponent initiated a sneak attack!
Ice Sinclair did not lose!
"Shaless! Get out!"
Each Ocean Academy disciple’s eyes were filled with anger!
Especially the line ’you are worse than crap!’
It was simply an insult to them, Ocean Academy!
Comparing them to crap!
The always arrogant and high-spirited elites of Ocean Academy, how could they swallow this anger?
"Apologies, Brother East Pavilion just didn’t expect you to be so fragile." Julius Reed teased with a smile from the side: "Judging by this little brother’s tone, I mistook you for so big shot. If I had known you were so weak, my brother wouldn’t have fought with you."
"You..." Alphonse Martinez’s hand shook with anger.
Regarding the ranking of the Great Grandmaster on the Heavenly List, Ocean Academy made an exception for its elite disciples to gain experience and see the world.
These individuals were the best within the academy.
Now out here, mocked by a group of nonentities, Alphonse Martinez’s anger inside was imaginable!
"Ocean Academy can’t afford to lose?" Julius Reed didn’t care about the murderous gazes from the other side at all.
So damn Ocean Academy, even Demarco Mount, who cleans toilets, isn’t this arrogant!
"Know when to stop!" Finally, the elder couldn’t help but speak up.
With Ice Sinclair beaten, his own face was equally bruised.
Saying there was no resentnt would be a lie.
But as the vice president, one must have the deanor and tolerance of a vice president.
"Master, this cannot end like this!" Alphonse Martinez gritted his teeth and said: "I want a fair contest with him!"
"What is fairness?" Elaenor Wood asked, taking the initiative before Julius Reed spoke.
He truly didn’t care about him.
"This..." Alphonse Martinez thought for a mont, then spoke: "No sneak attacks! No... no hitting the face!"
"Fine!" Elaenor Wood agreed in one breath.
No face shots, hitting the butt will do.
"Do not act recklessly anymore!" Ragnar Frost finally couldn’t help but scold: "Disperse! Both of you, go to the tent on the outermost side! That’s where we store our supplies. If you’re unsatisfied, please leave!"
"Master!" Alphonse Martinez wanted to regain face, how could he let those two go?
"No more talking!" Ragnar Frost hadn’t finished speaking when he suddenly made a ’silence’ gesture.
Inside the tent.
Fell back into silence.
"Are people from Ocean Academy here?"
Suddenly.
An icy voice ca from all directions.
Julius Reed slightly frowned.
Judging by the voice, the speaker is a master.
But it seems, the visitor is unfriendly.
"Be on guard!"
When hearing this voice, Ragnar Frost’s face drastically changed!
He strode out of the tent, gazing at the boundless snowy plains.
And previously returned to their respective tents Tucker Ridge and Baylor Davenport, upon hearing the voice, also walked out.
"Miss Davenport, my apologies..." Julius Reed, upon seeing Baylor Davenport, smiled and apologized. "Unexpectedly, I had the great fortune to et a princess."
"It’s alright." Baylor Davenport responded awkwardly.
Tucker Ridge, although dissatisfied in his heart, naturally could not quibble over this at such a ti.
People from Ocean Academy were as if facing a powerful enemy.
Only Julius Reed and Elaenor Wood remained at ease.
As if they were uninvolved.
But all of a sudden, Julius Reed’s gaze toward Baylor Davenport changed sowhat.
This girl, how did she beco so strong?
A martial artist’s aura can be concealed.
But when under great pressure, due to nervousness, the internal power can be inadvertently exposed.
Julius Reed clearly sensed that Baylor Davenport surprisingly showed signs of advancing towards a Great Grandmaster!
To know that in The North Sea, Baylor Davenport wasn’t even a Grandmaster!
In less than a month, she progressed to such a degree?
Unrealistic!
There’s definitely sothing fishy about this!
"Ragnar Frost! It’s been years, and you’ve aged!" Suddenly, a group of people appeared on the snow.
These people were dressed in black clothes, faces covered with black cloth, and had a moon embroidered on their chests.
Roughly estimated, the other side had about a dozen people.
But the aura was strong!
"It’s indeed you!" Ragnar Frost gestured, and imdiately the disciples of Ocean Academy ford a circle around Baylor Davenport.
Since Julius Reed had been chatting with Baylor Davenport earlier, he was also surrounded in the center.
"Curtis Channing, after so many years, are you still not coming to your senses!" Ragnar Frost pointed at the leading man in black, speaking in a still gentle tone: "Today, I can act as if I never saw you."
"Are you threatening ?" The man called Curtis Channing slowly drew the longsword from his waist. "Ragnar Frost, I heard you beca vice president at Ocean Academy. But don’t you know, your position was obtained by stepping over !"
After Curtis Channing finished speaking, he carried the sword in one hand, approaching step by step!
"Don’t force to take action!" Ragnar Frost spread open his right hand, grabbed fiercely!
Whoosh!
In the snow!
A longsword shimring with a silver glow fell into his hand.
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