Spirit Master Girl: Contracting with an SSS-Level School Beauty at the Start-Chapter 64: The Farce Ends, Zhang San’s Heartfelt Apology!
Chapter 64: Chapter 64: The Farce Ends, Zhang San’s Heartfelt Apology!
Yang Jian’s face was filled with unexpressible anger!
Glancing at the center of the battle, if it weren’t for the urgent circumstances, he really wanted to kick the guy until even his mother wouldn’t recognize him!
He didn’t dare hesitate, and boosted his pace with full force, rushing towards the center of the battle.
Damn it, these sons of bitches, not giving me a break!
Xiao Zhan and Ye Youlong were about to enter the Secret Realm, fighting for the nation’s ownership, dead they are martyrs, alive they are heroes!
Even he had to handle them with extreme care, fearing that the three days of special training might cause them any adverse effects.
But this bunch of bastards, going straight for cutting others with knives?
Do they really despise their lives that much?
His heart raced to its limit at this moment, cold sweat beading his forehead.
If Xiao Zhan really got hurt, losing lives would be the lesser issue. But causing losses to the Federation and shaming the citizens, he would be an eternal criminal!
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In the battle between Xiao Zhan and Zhang San.
Zhang San was enveloped by black mist, everything before him turned dark, he instantly couldn’t find his direction. His senses seemed to disappear, sending him into a sudden panic.
But at that moment, a dim light appeared before him.
The light was blurry and stood out in the darkness, but indistinct, making him subconsciously want to get closer to see it clearly.
But just then, a Demon Scythe hidden in the black mist rushed straight towards his head, coming to claim his life!
Just as it was about to make contact, in this life and death critical moment, Zhang San suddenly regained his senses!
His Tiger Head Great Saber roared, dispersing the darkness around.
At the same time, a golden light burst forth, radiating from the Tiger Head Great Saber, dispersing the darkness once more, forming a circular golden shield before Zhang San!
Tiger Light Shield!
Zhang San’s Spirit Manipulation Technique!
Bang!
The Death Demon Scythe unexpectedly smashed onto the Tiger Light Shield. The hastily deployed Tiger Light Shield didn’t stop the blow, and shattered instantly!
Crazy energy poured out onto Zhang San unchecked, making him feel like his chest was being hammered, and he couldn’t hold back a scream of agony, the powerful force pushing him uncontrollably backwards!
Thump thump thump!
Each step backwards was tremendously heavy, like hammers hitting the ground, retreating over a dozen steps before stopping!
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, he looked at Xiao Zhan in shock and disbelief! frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
But his body hadn’t even steadied.
Xiao Zhan appeared before him like a ghost, his Demon Scythe swinging, the blade pointed straight at his temple!
Zhang San’s pupils dramatically constricted, an endless aura of death encroaching!
He was terrified, Xiao Zhan was actually playing for real!
Striking to kill with every move!
He quickly mobilized his Spirit Manipulation Energy to dodge, but Xiao Zhan’s speed was truly fast, pain prickled his temple.
Just as it was about to pierce.
At this moment, a hand suddenly appeared, grabbing hold of Xiao Zhan’s Death Demon Scythe firmly, preventing it from advancing any further!
It was Yang Jian!
He appeared just in time, stopping this wrongful battle.
Zhang San was surprised at his appearance.
But before he could think further, a whip kick swept up from beneath him, the Dragon Whip, harshly striking his stomach!
Augh!
Tremendous power poured out, something Zhang San couldn’t withstand.
His body was bent like a bow, resembling a sandbag, forcefully whipped away.
Blood spewed from his mouth, leaving a trail of red in the air!
Thump!
With a heavy sound, Zhang San smashed against the wall, then fell to the ground.
Intense pain made him curl up, hands desperately clutching his stomach, his face as pale as tin foil, bile mixed with blood flowing from his mouth, yet he couldn’t make the slightest sound!
This immensely painful and pitiful scene was witnessed by everyone present, everyone holding their breath, not even daring to breathe loudly.
No one dared to step forward to help Zhang San.
Because everyone knew, at this moment Yang Jian was truly enraged!
"This farce should end here. It was my fault for not managing my subordinates well, allowing them to mistake you for a newcomer. I apologize to you!" Yang Jian released his grip on the Death Demon Scythe, and spoke with a very sincere expression.
Hearing this, the others finally understood that it was all a misunderstanding.
Xiao Zhan was not here to join the Combat Department.
Thinking about it, it made sense. How could such a talent possibly join the Combat Department?
Even if he were to join the Combat Department, it wouldn’t be through backdoor means.
Yang Jian made his move.
The aura around Xiao Zhan faded.
Glancing at Zhang San, who was twitching on the ground like a dying dog, he coldly said, "This is not your fault, the apology should come from him."
"Don’t die, just get your ass over here!"
Yang Jian immediately barked at Zhang San.
Zhang San, still contorting on the ground like a maggot and acting as if he were at death’s door, suddenly felt a jolt like a spring at those words; the pain even seemed to lessen as he struggled to get up.
He gritted his teeth, trying to stand.
But the power of that kick was too great, causing turmoil in his stomach and a shift in his organs; it was only his willpower that kept him from passing out.
Yet, he endured the agony, moving from lying to kneeling, which took several minutes and he still couldn’t stand up from the ground.
Even so, he had exerted all his strength, sweating profusely.
"Forget it, let it be."
Xiao Zhan waved his hand.
Knowing that it was a misunderstanding was enough; he didn’t really lose out, and it was better to be forgiving.
Moreover, Zhang San was, after all, a soldier serving his country.
It wasn’t necessary to be so harsh.
"No need!"
Zhang San, however, shouted stubbornly.
He finally stood up from the ground but clenched his lips so tightly they bled, his clothes soaked with sweat.
Yet, his eyes bore into Xiao Zhan with firm resolve, "I made the mistake, I should apologize!"
He snapped to attention.
Shush!
"I was wrong, I’m sorry!"
Very sincere!
But after saying this, he collapsed like a machine running out of power.
Rigidly.
Obviously, just standing up had already pushed him to his limit!
Seeing this, several soldiers quickly went over to assist him.
"It’s alright."
Xiao Zhan glanced at him and responded very seriously.
He couldn’t help feeling somewhat moved.
Although Zhang San was domineering and liked to bully newcomers, he still possessed the spirited blood of a soldier.
Xiao Zhan was no longer angry.
Because such behavior, in the military, was common and could even be said to be a tradition, though very few were as arrogant as Zhang San.
Additionally, after the recent battle.
Xiao Zhan also realized the gap between himself and a Third Grade Spirit Master.
With the suppression by Artifact Spirit Level, seizing the initiative, and using a Spirit Manipulation Technique while the opponent underestimated him and dared not deliver a lethal blow—despite all these advantages in his favor, he still couldn’t inflict a lethal blow.
The enemy even had a significant ability to counterattack.
It showed just how vast this gap was.
The disparity in levels was fundamental, something that Spirit Manipulation Techniques couldn’t compensate for.
But Xiao Zhan believed that if he were a Second Grade Spirit Master at that moment, Zhang San would definitely be dead!
And his dissatisfaction with his own strength, as viewed by those in the Combat Department, was nothing short of astonishing, a marvel to behold.
A First Grade Spirit Master, overpowering a Third Grade Spirit Master in combat, almost killing him!
This fighting power, he’s sure he’s human?
