The causeway that led to the academy was comparable to the size of a ga-bridge when it ca to its width.
It could take over fifty demons, and there were sixty mbers of the three gangs on the causeway including the three leaders.
anwhile, there were over sixty First Years present.
Not all the First Years were present. So were still in the academy, completely oblivious to what was going on, while so were lucky to have left the academy long before the three gangs blocked their paths.
The mont the gang mbers ran toward the First Years, a chaotic battle followed.
So of the First Years stood their ground and decided to fight back, their eyes gleaming with defiance, unwillingness, rage, and a primal fury that ca from their hearts.
What gave them the confidence to act like this were the words of Belafar, Agramormos, and Tibat.
Since their leaders ordered them to not use their chaos, then they had a chance.
"ARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
The collective roar of the First Years who charged toward the Second Years was greater than what one would expect.
BANG!
BAM!
BOOM!
KICK!
PUNCH!
"FUCK OFF!!!!"
Fists t face.
Kicks t waists.
Slaps caved in chests.
Curses of fury shook the air.
The First Years tried their hardest to defeat the Second Years, but how could they?
Despite the fact that the First Years were stronger because of their furious state, it was not enough to overco the mbers of the Vipers Nest, the Stone Crushers, and the Black Thorns.
Not only were the mbers of the three gangs stronger than them in terms of their demon hearts, they had more training compared to the First Years.
While the First Years were fighting with reckless abandon, burning through their reserves of demonic energy, the three gangs were calm as they countered, overpowered, and showed the First Years who the better and stronger class was.
Without any surprises, the gang mbers defeated the First Years, literally bringing them down to their knees.
"Bring them closer." Belafar’s voice which was filled with mockery and satisfaction drifted into the ears of the gang mbers and the First Years.
The gang mbers dragged the First Years like garbage, bringing them closer to their leaders.
So dragged just one First Year, while so dragged two or even carried three on their shoulders like they were pillows.
Eventually, nearly all the present First Years were brought before Belafar, Agramormos, and Tibat.
The trio looked down at the First Years like gods looking down at re insects.
"Is there anybody that’s still unwilling to pay?"
Despite the anger and unwillingness in the hearts of many, they could not do much other than to look at the floor.
They were weak.
It was because of their weakness that one of their classmates could bully them.
It was because of their weakness that their seniors could bully them.
If they were strong, who would dare bully them?
Unknown to the three leaders and even Simon who was the mastermind behind everything, many of the First Years desired to be strong.
After today, those who were lazy, those who were only putting the bare minimum effort, and those who were indifferent would suddenly be more serious with the academy, their personal training, and their growth.
Revenge
They wanted revenge against the Second Years, and to have that revenge, they need power.
One of the First Years stood, and was about to step forward, but sothing which none of them expected happened.
Bang!
The ground suddenly shook, and everybody turned and looked behind them.
The eyes of the First Years widened with excitent, relief, and hope.
anwhile, the Second Years had indifferent gazes as they looked at the four First Years approaching them.
Tempest Strider, Ice Tyrant, Flaming Star, and Storm Reaper.
These four were standing together with cold gazes behind their masks.
Ice Tyrant raised his hamr from the ground which was cracked and had a hole in it.
He was the reason why the ground shook for a brief mont, and so of the First Years could not help but wonder just how much strength Ice Tyrant had.
Ice Tyrant, however, did not care about that. He pointed his war hamr at the Second Years, and growled.
"Don’t tell that you guys are also dogs of the slave? Does he have all the Second Year riffraffs in his pocket?"
This ti around, the expressions and gazes of the Second Years turned frigid cold. So even emitted killing intent.
However, Ice Tyrant was calm and unbothered.
"Fucking slave scums. Doing the bidding of a slave. The academy should expel you and turn you to proper slaves."
"You do not deserve to be our seniors."
"Grovel before my feet."
Everywhere was deadly silent for a mont, then Belafar took a step forward, his eyes gleaming with imnse hostility.
"I’ll take him, but I can’t promise that I won’t ri off an arm or two."
"No." Agramormos stopped him by holding his shoulder. "I’ll take him."
Belafar frowned. Though he wanted to argue, he knew that Agramormos was more suited to fight Ice Tyrant.
Ice Tyrant was a Frost Demon and Agramormos was a Colossus Demon.
In terms of size and physical strength, Agramormos was bigger and stronger.
However, in terms of physical defense and regeneration Ice Tyrant was more suited for that.
Space warped, then a gauntlet ca into existence in Agramormos right hand, then he wore it on his left.
Another ca into into existence, then he wore it on his right hand.
"Break one of his bones." Belafar said coldly.
Agramormos smiled coldly behind his mask.
"I’ll break six."
Belafar imdiately laughed loudly.
In the next mont, he ran at a speed that shocked many of the First Years.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The causeway trembled, and in less than three seconds, he was already in front of Ice Tyrant with his gauntlet covered fist drawn to the back.
BANG!!!
Before Ice Tyrant could react, the fist smashed into his face, crushing the bones in his head and sending him flying a great distance.
Silence
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