Chapter 1559 Don’t Talk Too Much

The freshman's roar silenced the gymnasium.

Professor Tails and Dean Ronmusi in the stands had surprise in their eyes.

"Are there any differences among the freshmen this year?"

On the rare occasion of the anniversary, Ronmusi, who put on the dean's uniform, felt a little uncomfortable. He pulled the corner of his robe and whispered.

"Um."

"After all, there is a different chief student."

Professor Tails said with a smile.

"2567?"

Ronmu thought about the maverick new student, and he couldn't help but think of his missing old friend Smith, and then, he got a headache.

"2567 is different from Smith."

"Perhaps, 2567 is a bit extreme, but he is a good boy."

The good old professor immediately started to defend Kieran after seeing Ronmusi's expression.

"Good boy?"

Ronmusi glared at the good old professor. He didn't know where the other party got such a conclusion, but he couldn't figure out how the freshman chief had anything to do with the word 'good boy'. They were completely opposite. of!

Looking at the good old professor who still wanted to explain, Ronmusi waved his hand and pointed to the other side of the stand.

There, a group of neutral professors and professors in charge of the laboratory were laughing.

"childish!"

"Still too young!"

"I hope I won't be beaten too badly soon!"

Strength will not be enhanced by roaring.

Facts will not change based on thoughts.

They really want to see if these freshmen can roar again when facing the cruel reality.

And some students in the second, third, fourth and fifth grade who had received special orders and were ready to go, at this time, after secretly looking at each other, a third grader couldn't wait to jump on the empty door. In the small arena, the other party had a contemptuous smile, raised his right hand, palm upward, and waved in the direction of the arena where the freshmen were.

Micah went to war without hesitation.

Stant is about to follow.

But he was stopped by Micah.

"I am enough alone."

Micah said this.

Once in the freshman orientation class, Micah wanted to challenge the third graders, but an unexpected appearance forced him to stop.

However, he was about to get his wish.

Although the third grader in front of him is no longer the good-for-nothing third grader that appeared at that time, but is an elite among the third graders, he is not the same as he was in the guidance class.

After eating the 'fitting' food, he had already undergone earth-shaking changes.

Not only is he stronger, faster, and stronger, but he also gained a strange talent.

And this will be his chance to win!

Micah jumped onto the ring and stood in front of the third graders, with a provocative smile on his unruly face.

"I'll break your limbs!"

"I made you cry then!"

The third grader said word for word.

Although the order he received was only to teach these freshmen a lesson, as long as no lives were lost, he had the final say on the scope of the lesson.

Is it to knock the opponent off the ring cleanly?

Or will the other party be seriously injured and unable to recover?

Everything depends on his mood.

And now?

The third grader was in a very bad mood.

Just a new student!

Not that monster!

How dare you challenge him!

He wants to teach the other party a lesson!

The third grader with this idea rushed straight towards Micah after Senior, who was acting as the referee, started.

There is no strategy and no skills.

It is simply relying on physical strength to suppress people.

Although the freshmen have eaten their first portion of food that 'fits' their body, a portion of fast-food grade food is not enough for third-year students who have eaten at least three portions of the same grade of food in terms of physical fitness. .

Therefore, the third grader prepared to defeat Micah as quickly as possible.

The third grader who rushed to Micah raised his hand and punched him.

This punch carried the evil wind and went straight to Micah's cheek.

Woo!

Micah's hair was blown around, but Micah's eyes were staring at the opponent's fist without blinking, showing no intention of dodging.

Seeing this scene, people who had heard rumors about Micah's victory over the second grader and had some expectations shook their heads.

"There's no suspense anymore."

"He's a little overconfident!"

"There is a fundamental difference between juniors and sophomores!"

"I hope he won't be beaten too badly!"

Dalle sighed.

"Yeah?"

"I don't think so."

"This new student will definitely surprise people!"

Renata crossed her arms over her chest and said with a smile.

"He will definitely win!"

Rarely, Gemara echoed.

Seeing the third- and fourth-year chiefs who had never stood on the same front, the second-year chief couldn't help but look at the fifth-year chief almost instinctively.

"Keep reading and you will know."

'Tai' said with a smile.

When the second-year chief looked at the ring again, he was surprised to find that Micah, who did not dodge, actually blocked the third-year's punch.

No!

It's not blocked!

He grabbed the third grader's wrist!

Micah's hands glowed with a faint metallic luster under the light.

One hand blocked the third grader's fist, and the other hand firmly grasped the third grader's wrist, and before the other party could react, he twisted it violently.

Gaba!

With the sound of bones brittle, the third grader's wrist was twisted just like that.

"Ahhh!"

Screams sounded, but Micah showed no mercy.

Just as the other party will not show any mercy to him, Micah will not hesitate at this time.

Bang, bang bang!

The fist that shimmered with metallic luster was like a heavy hammer, hitting the third grader in front of him very quickly. After just one round, the opponent collapsed on the ring, and countless bones in his body were broken. The person's breathing weakens rapidly.

"Medical team!"

After Senior signaled to the medical team on standby, he turned around and said, "Freshman Micah wins!"

"Won!"

Cheers immediately came from the arena where the freshmen were standing.

The second-year chief looked at Micah standing in the center of the ring in disbelief.

"Awakened your talent?"

There is no other explanation for that kind of physical abnormality other than 'talent', but it is really surprising for a new student to awaken his talent.

Such a new student should be the chief of this class.

I just thought of the second-year chief here, and immediately thought of this real novice chief.

Suddenly, the second-year chief shrank his neck.

Although the other party is a new student, he is also a monster.

Still the kind of monster you can't afford to offend.

"Only a monster like that can let someone with such an amazing talent act as his deputy, right?"

The second-year chief murmured to himself softly.

Although the voice was very soft, it was clear to the chief students.

"Of course."

"Is it any wonder that man has such minions?"

The fourth grade chief said with a smile.

“Those who are strong will be followed.”

The third-year chief said coolly.

Listening to the words of the two people, the second-year chief was a little confused. He didn't know when the two people who were incompatible with each other became so harmonious.

Then, the second-year leader suddenly thought of something and asked directly.

"Just now you decided that this Micah can win, isn't it because he is that monster's subordinate?"

"certainly."

"Um."

Facing the same answer, the second-year chief's face fell.

At first, he thought it was because the two men's powers of observation far surpassed his that they noticed the difference.

Who knew it would be like this?

Then, the second-year chief looked at the fifth-year chief.

As the fifth-year chief, it should be different for you, right?

When he saw the fifth-year chief holding a tea cup to hide the expression on his face, the second-year chief felt despair.

"What observation, what analysis, just intuition?"

"What's the difference between doing this and making random guesses?"

"Besides, it's even more unreliable, isn't it?"

The second grader didn't roar out the roar in his heart. He turned around pretending to be indifferent and looked at the arena at this moment.

After defeating a third-grader, Micah qualified for the big ring without stepping off the ring. Instead, he took the initiative to challenge the fourth-grader.

Suddenly, people who were still immersed in surprise looked at Micah in shock again.

Including freshmen!

Stanter looked at his friend worriedly, not knowing what to do.

There will be two watersheds for students at Theoret.

The first course is for third grade.

The second course is for fourth grade.

To a certain extent, only students who enter the third grade and complete their first secret realm can truly lose the title of 'freshman'.

Only students who enter the fourth grade and have completed many adventures in secret realms can be called Theorite's reserve strength.

In fact, most of the auxiliary members of laboratories and research laboratories were selected during this period.

Simply put, there is no comparison between juniors and seniors.

The latter is far ahead of the former in terms of strength and combat experience.

Micah knew this too.

But, he wanted to try.

He can't achieve the achievement of the chief student who beat all the chief students, but he will try to catch up.

otherwise……

He will look down on himself.

It's not his style to give up when he encounters setbacks and hide under the wings of others.

Taking a deep breath, Micah looked at the fourth grader in front of him with fighting intent.

"Teach him a lesson!"

"Let the other party know how ignorant you are for your arrogance!"

Such shouts came and went from the stands and in the ring where the upperclassmen were.

But that didn't bother the fourth graders at all.

The opponent looked at Micah calmly, and his body naturally assumed a vigilant posture. Many adventures in secret realms had already taught the fourth grader that when facing an opponent, even if the opponent seems weak, he must try his best.

Any slight will cost you your life!

The fourth grader with such a mentality quickly took the initiative on the court and gained the absolute upper hand after Senior's start.

Micah was like a canoe in a storm, stranded on the left and right under the opponent's fists.

It's not that Micah isn't strong enough.

But the other party is stronger.

Moreover, he has more combat experience and skills.

boom!

Micah made a defensive posture, but the fourth grader's punch cleverly bypassed Micah's raised arms and hit Micah's chin accurately.

Under the heavy blow, Micah's feet left the ground and fell heavily to the ground. The metallic luster on his hands became scattered.

Seeing that the long-awaited scene finally appeared on the stage, the neutral professors all smiled, and the good old professor made a 'stop the fight at any time' gesture towards Senior.

The good professor doesn't want any surprises to happen.

"Micah!"

And Stanert exclaimed on the freshman stage.

He desperately wanted to check on his friend's injury, but he knew he couldn't step into the ring.

Because once he steps into the ring, it means he wants to fight the opponent.

Fighting fourth graders with his strength?

There is absolutely no chance of winning!

Only by following the rules and organizing a team of five to fight the opponent can there be some possibility of victory.

However, although intellectually he told Stant that it was the right thing to do, emotionally, Stant still couldn't accept that he watched his friend fall to the ground seriously injured and did nothing.

The fourth grader standing on the ring clearly saw Stant's entanglement and struggle.

The opponent, who had investigated clearly beforehand, knew that apart from the freshman chief assistant who was knocked down by him, the other freshman who was worthy of attention was the person opposite him.

As long as Stant is defeated, the new students without the chief will be directly defeated.

So, the fourth grader spoke.

"Are you the Stan who planned this freshman float parade?"

"I've heard about you, they call you the chief's most qualified deputy."

"But, in my opinion, you are really bullshit!"

"I usually hide under the chief's wing and live a stable life in Theorite. Once I leave that chief's wing, I can't do anything!"

"Look at what you call a float parade!"

"What the hell is all this?"

"At such an old age, you still believe in childish things like campus legends. Are you still wearing diapers when you go to bed at night?"

Vicious words kept coming from the fourth grader's mouth.

Although the words were vicious, they did not lead to rebuke.

Because everyone knows that this is just a 'verbal attack' by a fourth grader.

Using words to provoke and ridicule opponents is not an exaggeration in Teorit. In the second grade, there are even special elective courses.

The fourth-grader had received high marks back then.

Moreover, the fourth grader now believed that he had gained an absolute advantage and just needed to work harder to win.

So, why not give it a try?

Therefore, the other party's next words became more and more excessive, especially the constant verbal attacks on the campus rumors that Stelter had always believed in.

Such words hurt Stant. He clenched his fists and was about to rush forward to fight the opponent, but was stopped by the new students around him.

"calm down!"

"Don't be fooled!"

the freshmen said one after another.

call! call!

Stant breathed heavily and stared at the other party. He wanted to remember the humiliation at this time, and then...

Stanter's eyes suddenly turned white and his body went limp.

But, immediately, Stant stood up again.

As soon as he waved his arm, the freshmen holding his arm felt an overwhelming force pouring out of the arm, causing them to involuntarily let go of their hands and watched as Stant walked towards the ring.

It’s over!

All the freshmen's hearts sank.

But some freshmen found something was wrong, because Stantel was mumbling to himself as he walked.

"He actually scolded you like this..."

"Uh-huh-huh... I'm not happy anymore."

"Hey, hey, hey... I'm going to teach him a lesson!"

"Hey, hey, hey... I want him to kneel down and call him Ba Ba!"