Chapter Thirty: Ripping Apart

  "Xiao Chen, you're completely lawless and utterly mad! Do you think this is some small country where you came from? Do you think you're the son of some minor noble, that you can look down on others? Let me tell you, it's useless, you have no use here. This is Tian Xing Academy, not a place for a small-time magic apprentice like you to act wildly. Hurry up and come with me to the Wind Department to confess your crimes, you still have a tiny bit of hope left. Otherwise, no one on the entire continent will be able to save you." Fei Lan thundered, completely abandoning her noble elegance, fiercely threatening him.

  Xiao Chen stretched out his little finger, scratched his ear and pouted: "You're so annoying."

  Boom!

  Shocked, astonished, bewildered... are the emotions of all the students present.

  They had already seen Xiao Chen's ruthless side, and how he would beat Luca to the brink of death at the slightest disagreement, but they hadn't expected him to be so unscrupulous.

  Lian Fei Lan appeared, he dared to speak sarcastically. Moreover, this person's every move was arrogant and unrestrained, four light words could make people angry to death.

  Jie Te patted Xiao Chen's shoulder, lowering his voice anxiously: "You, do you know who you're talking to? Fei Lan is a Three-Star Master, don't be crazy."

  He knew that Xiao Chen had broken through and become a formal law enforcement officer, but he also wouldn't think that Xiao Chen could shake the position of Fei Lan, an old three-star law enforcement officer.

  "Being challenged by a piece of trash like you, if I don't take you down and trample you ruthlessly, what face do I have to stand here, what face do I have to stay in Tianxing Academy, what face do I have?! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

  Under the gaze of many students.

  Fei Lan's whole body was trembling, her eyes staring fixedly at Xiao Chen.

  Inner fury roars, hysterical, as the resentment of the sea and prison bursts out. Waves of magical fluctuations, violent wind elements wandering around Fei Lan's body.

  "Let's hurry up, Coach Fei Lan is about to blow his top."

  One by one, students hastily flashed out of the classroom, but did not leave, all watching the development of the situation.

  Xiao Chen put down the book, collected his careless posture, stared at Fei Lan, and said in a still light tone: "If I were you, it's best to think carefully before acting, don't follow in Ruka Te's footsteps."

  What? Following in Brouk's footsteps?

  What does this mean? Is it going to make me like Lukather, a mess of bruised flesh, barely breathing.

  Haha, hahaha~~~

  Ferran burst into maniacal laughter, but his eyes seemed to be frozen in a million miles of ice, extremely cold and gloomy. He said in a dark tone: "Just because of this sentence, you will never have the opportunity to speak again. Throughout the entire continent, no one can save you... You think you are who? A thing that doesn't know life or death? I'll make you understand the difference between a magic apprentice and a three-star mage. I'll let you know that an ant is just an ant, and it will never change."

  The incantation he had prepared long ago flowed out of his mouth quickly.

  As a senior Samsung warrior for many years, Fei Lan's strength was far beyond what that Ruka Te could match.

  It was almost instantaneous.

  A gust of wind blade was condensed by him, he smiled coldly at Xiao Chen who sat still, his staff pointed sharply: "You're too late to kneel down and beg for mercy now, Wind Blade, go."

  Whoosh!

  A faint green light flashed by like a phantom.

  He chopped down at Xiao Chen's arm, Fei Lan had no intention of killing Xiao Chen, he wanted to thoroughly disable him, letting him wail in humiliation and despair, making everyone know the consequences of offending him.

  Xiao Chen's face revealed a hint of cold smile. A gust of wind element flowed around him, and just as the wind blade was about to cut him down, it was swept away by the flowing wind, sliding past him and striking the wall behind, slicing out a gash with a loud crack.

  "What." Fei Lan's eyes narrowed, almost unbelievably blurting out.

  He didn't see how Xiao Chen dodged, was it his own mistake?

  At this time.

  Xiao Chen also moved, he stood up, lifted his footsteps, one step, one step, deeply and firmly towards Fei Lan. He didn't walk fast, but everyone seemed to feel a surge of invisible pressure coming over.

  "Fūjin." Fei Lan once again condensed his Wind Blade.

  The green light shot towards Xiao Chen, just like the last time. In everyone's eyes, the Wind Blade slid past Xiao Chen once again, as if he had applied oil all over his body.

  "Fengren, Fengren!" Feilan shouted desperately.

  Continuous gusts of wind ripped through the air.

  However, the wind blades couldn't even pierce Xiao Chen's robes. Under the attack of the wind blades, Xiao Chen strolled calmly and leisurely, step by step closing in on Fei Lan.

  "It's impossible, it can't be." Sweat began to appear on Fei Lan's forehead.

  This beyond rational, unbelievable situation finally made him start to lose his composure and could no longer face this conflict with the mentality of stepping on an ant.

  Xiao Chen raised his head, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

  Fei Lan felt his dignity being trampled once again, and he roared: "This time see if you can survive, Crazy Wind Ten Character Slash!"

  A group of violent wind elements are gathering.

  Ferenc unleashed the most lethal magic he could comprehend.

  A cross of pale blue light about one meter long floated in mid-air.

  A huge gust of wind blew through the entire classroom, causing papers to fly everywhere. Xiao Chen's hair was also blown back and forth in the wind.

  All the onlookers shouted when they saw the might of this magic.

  "Awesome, this is a one-star high-level magic spell, Gale Slash of Ten Characters."

  "Xiao Chen is definitely dead, he's definitely dead."

  "What a pity! I just realized that Xiao Chen is actually quite handsome, but unfortunately, he's going to die at the hands of Fei Lan." A female student said regretfully.

  "Die!" Fa Lan bellowed, her robes fluttering wildly as a massive cross-shaped beam of cyan light shot out with a sharp whistle, slashing towards Xiao Chen who was just inches away.

  "You think a small gust of wind like you can hurt me?"

  Xiao Chen also stood still, letting out a low growl. His entire body suddenly erupted with a massive tornado-like vortex that was at least two meters in diameter, enveloping his body in a huge whirlwind.

  In the swirling gray wind, the figure standing among them was like a god of the wind descending.

  With both hands supporting him, he was tyrannically overbearing to an unimaginable degree.

  "Impossible! What is this, a whirlwind? How can it be so powerful?"

  "It's so thick and so big, what kind of power is this? I'm also a wind system mage, but I've never seen such a powerful whirlwind. My father is an intermediate mage, and he can't even condense a whirlwind as strong as this."

  "Is... is this because I've gone blind and am hallucinating?" a student muttered.

  "Can someone tell me if all of this is real or fake?" Another student pinched himself.

  "I've gone mad, I've gone mad, I can no longer understand everything that happened today."

  ……

  When everyone was shocked, crazy and spiritually shaken, Xiao Chen had already ruthlessly raised both hands to welcome the giant cross slash.

  "A gentle breeze, tear me apart."

  He let out a loud roar, and his hands burst forth with intense cyan light, thrusting into the center of the Cross Slash, violently tearing outward.

  Boom!

  The violent wind burst outward, and countless tables and chairs were cut by the scattered wind blades.

  A huge blank space was knocked out in the center of the entire classroom.

  The whirlwind gradually subsided, and everyone looked on.

  Xiao Chen stood firmly on the spot, and that earlier majestic Ten-Cross Slash was... actually torn apart by his two hands.

  All these people were so frightened that they almost fell to the ground on their buttocks.

  Fei Lan's face turned deathly pale, like a dead person.

  (PS: Mages can master the division of magic levels, one-star mages can only master one-star low-level magic, two-star mages master one-star mid-level magic, Feilan is a three-star mage, so he can master one-star high-level magic at most. Four-star mages begin to master two-star low-level magic, and so on. At the same time, when casting the same spell, due to the differences in the caster's mastery ability, it can also be divided into nine levels)