Firefly Journey

Chapter 174 Youth is a hastily written poem (17)

"He seems to have a lot of confidence in his students?"

"Raging Flame" Conrad frowned slightly as he watched Cassius walk away into the distance.

Conrad was already ugly, and when he frowned, he looked like a jinx. If you didn't know him, you would think he was a follower of evil gods.

Principal Ampera said at the opportune moment, "Class 29 has always been at the top of the class, and on paper, no one can surpass them. He probably had some urgent business to attend to, which is why he suddenly left."

Texas said, "Isn't teaching students the most important thing for a teacher? Anything else is considered neglecting their duties."

“What if it’s a rebellion?” Conrad narrowed his eyes. “A few months ago, he impersonated an official of the duchy and went to Torreg Town, where there is an ancient god’s ruin.”

"Ancient God Ruins?"

Texas was away from home for many years and knew very little about what was happening at headquarters, let alone about Cassius.

Conrad continued, "He made a deal with the Church of Death, the details of which I don't know. But afterwards, the long-lost Whispering Grove sent a letter to the Vatican, hoping we would be lenient and give him a seat on the council."

He paused, then said, "Compared to the Papacy's millennia-old heritage, the Duchy's history is nothing. Being a member of parliament is just a trivial matter."

The problem is that the young man is quite ambitious, always thinking about innovation, but he hasn't considered that the duchy has maintained the status quo for over a thousand years, requiring no change and having no right to change it.

“You mean…” Texas said with a serious expression.

"His ideas are too simplistic; he wants to build a utopia of equality, freedom, and absolute democracy." Conrad scoffed.

"Putting everything else aside, just look at the orcs' resistance. How long has it been? What have the results? On the surface, the orcs have received the respect they deserve."

But what's the reality? In the hearts of many ethnic groups, they still look down on them.

Texas said slowly, "The doctrine of my Church is also that all beings are equal."

Conrad said, "There is no absolute fairness in the world. Only by understanding this can one truly understand life."

Texas stopped talking and turned to look at the playing field.

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Lu Jianming stood holding his sword, surrounded by twenty-seven luminous swords like a group of guards.

The fourth person from Class 63 has appeared; he doesn't look very human.

This person has shoulder-length hair, which is visibly different from human hair; it is coarser and looks more like a mane than hair.

That's the mane.

The concept of werewolves is quite broad. For example, Jonathan, a tutor at Eklin Academy, is a pure werewolf with a wolf's head and body, sharp teeth and claws. Apart from walking upright, he is no different from a real wolf.

The one in front of me is different.

Putting aside his strange head of hair, his other physical structure is not much different from that of a human.

His name is Quinnil, and like Lin Yuanran and Claudia, he is a student in the newest class at St. Louis.

More than half a year ago, Margarita went to the Moon Gazing Grassland to carry out a commission. Halfway through, she discovered that this person was a hybrid of a pure werewolf and a human.

Through conversation, it was learned that his background was extremely tragic. He was abandoned by his parents at birth and was picked up and raised by a real she-wolf.

Later, the mother wolf also died, and he had to survive on his own. On the wild and untamed Wangyue Grassland, the hardships he endured to survive to adulthood were unimaginable to ordinary people.

"You...be careful."

The werewolf Kunil spoke. Because he grew up on the Moon Gazing Grassland and rarely came into contact with people, his voice was strange, like a baby learning to speak, and his words were unclear.

Lu Jianming barely understood what he was saying and thought to himself, "You're quite polite, but you'd better watch yourself."

Kunil came into contact with supernatural powers around the same time as Lin Yuanran, but he did not have Lin Yuanran's rapid cultivation speed. At present, he is only a first-level awakener, and his profession is an ordinary "earth mage".

If Margarita dared to put him on the field, then he must have something special about him.

His advantage lies not in his "profession", but in his racial talent.

Wolf-like magical beasts are inherently bloodthirsty, and Kunil, who is distantly related to them, also possesses this instinct deep in his blood. It will automatically be activated whenever he is in battle, which is why he has been able to survive in the Moon Gazing Grassland where magical beasts roam.

Awakening the werewolf bloodline is far easier than awakening the dragon bloodline within Paninger.

Quinnil was kind by nature, especially after being taught by Margarita, making him even more approachable. However, once he got into battle and his werewolf bloodline was awakened, he could no longer control himself. This had been troubling him for a long time, and he had not yet found a solution.

His condition is somewhat similar to that of "Berserker" Hauglis, except that one can actively shut down "Oracle. Blood Elephant," while the other cannot.

Swish!Swish!

Unaware of his true strength, Lü Jianming tentatively struck out with two swords.

Sensing danger, Quinnir instantly transformed—no, he became a different species.

His hair grew even longer, almost covering his entire head. His fingernails turned into sharp, keratinous nails, and he even lay down on all fours!

Just like a real wolf!

With a sudden swing of his claws, he tore the two incomparably sharp sword energies to shreds with his bare hands.

Although it was just a test, and the two sword strikes weren't delivered with full force, Lü Jianming was still secretly alarmed. Even Sabrina and Fengling wouldn't have been able to shatter it so easily, would they?

All I can say is that the orc bloodline is too powerful.

After a moment's thought, Lü Jianming realized that his opponent was an "earth mage" who, combined with his bloodline talent, was well-rounded in both offense and defense.

Therefore, I must finish this battle quickly. Given the physical condition of orcs, if I drag it out, I will only be worn down and lose.

With this in mind, Lü Jianming drew his sword and charged forward. Twenty-seven lightsabers roared simultaneously, their target the berserk Quinnil.

"Divine Oracle. Scattering Blossoms!"

Lu Jianming softly recited the divine decree to cheer himself on. Immediately, numerous virtual lightsabers burst forth, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Faced with a barrage of swords, Quinnil's solution was simple, even crude and unadorned.

As he ran towards Lü Jianming, he swung his hands repeatedly, tearing most of the lightsabers to shreds with his claws.

Those that weren't torn apart were all stuck into Quinnil's body, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, ignoring the wounds, and continued to push forward.

Lü Jianming sensed something was wrong.

"Scattered Blossoms" was his strongest divine oracle, but Quinnil, caught in battle, traded blows and charged forward like a reckless fool, leaving Quinnil helpless.

It's unrealistic to expect to gather all twenty-seven lightsabers again and reforge "Sanhua" in a short period of time.

He had already exhausted a lot of his magic power in his battle against the third person in Class 63, and now the fearless Quinnil had come. He had reached the limit of his power.

Covered in blood, Quinnil appeared before Lü Jianming in the blink of an eye, and the two engaged in a face-to-face melee.

Humans are far physically weaker than orcs, and after struggling for a while, Lü Jianming voluntarily withdrew from the arena.

Anyway, I've already completed the task, and with the class monitor and Fengling backing me up, I can't possibly lose.

Lu Jianming thought this way without the slightest psychological burden.

He never expected that Cassius would choose to believe Lin Yuanran in such an important final.