Although Ling Yichen grumbled in his heart, he still slung the backpack down resignedly before deftly unsheathing his sword and attacking the five older students with lightning-quick reflexes. Though his opponents were his seniors, there wasn't even a hint of fear upon Ling Yichen's face. Clearly, Ling Yichen didn't even deem these five individuals worthy of his acknowledgement.
Ling Yichen's gaze was razor-sharp as he circulated his Battle Qi. With white light emitting from his sword, he rushed swiftly towards the leader of the group—the scar-faced archer who had aimed his arrow at Ling Chuxi. Scarface had made the assumption that Ling Chuxi was simply a tag-along, a weakling Ling Yichen wanted to protect—the weak link in their group of two. Ling Yichen could tell what scar-face thought, so once he drew his sword, he attacked him first.
