Noon, the training grounds for the Necromancy Major.
Han Shuo was absentmindedly cleaning up as he mentally replayed Master Gene's morning lecture. Han Shuo's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he was deep in thought.
A fat figure sprinted in from the door and stopped in front of Han Shuo. Jack panted heavily as he hurriedly said, "Bad news Bryan! Carey and Borg are coming to take revenge on you!"
Han Shuo was a little unhappy that his thoughts had been interrupted. He frowned at Jack's panicked face and asked, "What's going on? Didn't I beat up those two idiots last time? What do they want from me now?"
"I don't know, I'm not sure. I just heard that they're in pain because they ate something this morning. Their faces are all green! They're screaming about taking revenge on you, even Lisa is looking for you!"
Han Shuo still felt a little pain when he touched his back, but it felt much better than last night. The magic yuan had finally completely surrounded the dark green martial aura in his spine and seemed to be slowly shrinking. This gave Han Shuo some small comfort.
"Don't blame me, since you came looking for death!" Han Shuo snorted coldly and clutched the broom in his hand as he looked towards the door.
Jack still had a worried look on his face as he wrung his hands, "Bryan, this time it's different. Carey and Borg have got some helpers and they don't seem to be the Necromancy Major's errand boys. They're all really big and strong! Hurry and run!"
"Damn you, Bryan, how dare you conspire against us! I'll make you pay today!" Carey's voice had already travelled in from outside as Jack urgently tried to convince Han Shuo to run. A crowd of people had already blocked the doors to the training ground by the time he'd finished speaking.
Carey and Borg really did have green faces, and Borg 'eurped' as soon as they walked through the doors. He clutched his stomach and his body convulsed for a while. He vomited a black and sticky liquid and his breath immediately smelled of a bitter acidity.
Carey's already green face looked even worse after seeing Borg spit something out. His stomach also seemed to be in pain as he coughed into his hand, but he couldn't vomit, even though he wanted to.
"Bryan, what did you tell Lisa to refine?! She fed it to us and now we're like this! It's my death or yours today!" He clutched his stomach with one hand and pointed an accusing finger with the other as he spoke bitterly. Borg's body felt a little weak after vomiting and he leaned on the door to keep himself upright.
He smiled inwardly as Han Shuo felt foolish. He had randomly made up some disgusting things to fob off Lisa the last time she had asked him why he had suddenly become so agile and strong, but who knew that she would take it seriously and actually refine the disgusting things. Looks like she'd been experimenting on Borg and Carey, no wonder they looked worse than death.
No, no, I didn't!" Han Shuo shook his head and said with an expression of ignorance. He looked stupid and quite innocent.
"Lisa told us everything. How dare you still say you didn't do it! I'm not leaving until I've taught you a lesson today!" Carey shouted angrily and gestured to those he'd brought with him. There were six runners, including Borg. They rolled up their sleeves and walked menacingly towards Han Shuo.
Apart from Carey and Borg, the other messengers were from the Dark Magic Department, but they didn't quite fit Jack's description of tall and strong. They were tall, but the tall ones were skinny. There were strong ones too, but they weren't as big as Han Shuo. Overall, the tall ones weren't strong and the strong ones weren't tall. Their fighting skills probably weren't very good.
He flexed his hands, but still had a dull expression on his face. An uncontrollable desire to rage and vent was growing in his heart, and it seemed that the only way to satisfy it was to smash all these people to the ground.
This desire came swiftly and unexpectedly, filling Han Shuo's mind in the blink of an eye, like an incantation spurring him to action. Han Shuo's personality had always been rather passive, rarely taking the initiative to offend anyone. He hadn't dared to get into trouble by being too bold, but with his strength and speed now, it was very likely that the repercussions would be severe if they fought. Han Shuo did not want this to happen, but he did not seem to have any rational control over his abilities at the moment.
This feeling was the same as the last time he'd faced Lisa in the training grounds. All rational thought had been abandoned and he acted according to the inner desires of his heart. Back then, Claude's fighting aura had finally been digested by the magic yuan.
The situation was the same today. The magic yuan had enveloped Claude's fighting aura, and his inner desires were strong beyond belief.
He turned and saw a cowering and trembling Jack. There were no more traces of honest dumbness on Han Shuo's face, the look from his eyes was as sharp as two knives, with a streak of a gambler's fervour. He handed Jack the broom handle and said coldly, "Hold this. Stick anyone who dares to hit you!"
He paused, pointed to the sharp end of the metal broom and said lightly, "Use the sharp edge!"
Jack was startled by Han Shuo's current attitude and stared at him dully, both legs shaking. The current Han Shuo was cool, calm and collected, without a trace of Bryan's cowardice and timidity!
Han Shuo shoved the broom handle into Jack's hands and turned around with the familiar honest, silly look on his face. He instinctively cowered and whimpered, "No, don't hit me!"
"We'll do just that!" The six people all rushed in together, punching and kicking with great force, attacking Han Shuo's entire body.
He held his head in both hands and recoiled in fear at first. When he'd taken three steps back and stood beside Jack, it was as if he'd suddenly lost his mind and let out a few howls. He charged at the six people like a mad bull.
Carey was in front of him, and his raised right foot stopped in mid-air as he didn't dare complete his stomp. His heart skipped a beat as he remembered what had happened the last time Han Shuo had lost his mind.
However, just because Carey didn't kick him didn't mean that Han Shuo would let him off so easily. Han Shuo could feel the magic yuan churning with increased speed as he ran. It looked like the same thing was happening again as the magic yuan began to digest the dark green battle aura that Erick had left behind.
At that moment, Han Shou had only one unbridled thought, and that was to mercilessly smash everyone in front of him to the ground - whether they were still breathing or not!
He stretched out both hands and caught Carey's raised foot like lightning. He lifted it and sent Carey flying backwards, landing with a thud and a grimace of pain. His teeth were in close contact with the ground and blood was already pooling at the corners of his mouth.
The four who had come to help Carey and Borg were stunned by Han Shuo's about face. Their leering faces froze and their expressions became a bit strange.
"Don't be afraid, he's only one person. We have six on our side and we can kill him even if we hit him randomly!" Borg lifted his chin and said suddenly as he brought a wooden stool out of nowhere. He let out a great roar and came crashing towards Han Shuo.
The four's dwindling confidence was restored when they heard Borg's words and their expressions changed again. They slowly pulled out short wooden staffs from behind them and followed Borg's lead, rushing towards Han Shuo's head.
They had even prepared weapons! Han Shuo narrowed his eyes, jumped off both legs and dodged sideways when he saw that Borg's stool was about to hit him.
Crash!
The stool hit the stone floor, its legs wobbling from the impact. It didn't look so sturdy now. Borg uttered a slight "eh?" as a shocked expression crept across his face. He hadn't expected Han Shuo to be able to dodge and land his blow on empty air.
Pow! A quick fist smashed into the bridge of Borg's nose, forming a bloody flower. Borg's head dropped as he staggered backwards, the stool slipping from his limp hands in pain.
Lowering his head with a low laugh, Han Shuo grabbed the stool Borg had dropped and turned to be ambushed by a short, stocky, red-haired boy. The wooden staff whistled through the air and the wooden stool was suddenly raised to catch the staff just as it was about to hit Han Shuo's head.
With a stool leg in each hand, Han Shuo felt the magical yuan in his spine swirl faster and faster. He could clearly feel the trapped combat aura continue to dissipate, allowing limitless power to flow into his hands. He grabbed the legs of the stool and suddenly tore them apart.
The entire stool was torn in half, and Han Shuo kicked out with his right foot while holding the two halves in his hands. He connected firmly with the guy's lower abdomen, and the guy's face immediately turned white as he slumped to the ground in pain.
Han Shuo wasn't going to let him off that easily - the former was reveling in his bloodthirsty feelings and just wanted to give them full vent. Both of his hands began to work at the same time, smashing the halves of the stool down onto the red-haired man's face. Blood immediately spurted from his forehead, staining the stool halves red.
"Hurry and stop him! That damned madman is going to kill Alva!" Borg screamed in horror as blood streamed out of his nose like two worms, thanks to being flattened by Han Shuo's fist.
Even Carey struggled to pull himself up. Despite being struck with terror, he still managed to shakily raise the wooden staff he had previously hidden and rushed towards Han Shuo with the others.
Pilipala.
A series of violent collisions rang out. Watching from the sidelines with his legs bent and trembling with fear, Jack watched Han Shuo in disbelief. All he could see was Han Shuo picking up the halves of the stool and bringing them down on the people's noses. After a moment, blood began to trickle down their faces and the tops of their heads.
At that moment, Jack was stunned, completely taken aback by Han Shuo's cold and cruel methods. He had never thought that the typically shy and accepting Bryan would one day show such a violent and cruel side.
Just as Jack was stunned, Erick's fighting aura had finally been digested by the magic yuan during the fight in which Han Shuo had indulged his every whim. It was then that Han Shuo came to himself and suddenly realised what he was doing. He couldn't help but feel a bit scared.
"There are sounds of fighting, what's going on? Go check out the training grounds!" Han Shuo suddenly heard Fanny's voice from afar, her words followed by rapidly approaching footsteps.
He turned around to see Carey, Borg and company looking at him with faces full of fear and dismay, each of them scared to death. They all brandished wooden staffs, but not one of them dared to take a step closer.
Han Shuo knew that the situation was indeed serious and ran through various scenarios in his mind. A sudden thought struck him and he unexpectedly ran towards the doors of the training ground. He smeared the blood from the stool on his face and head as he ran, then threw the two bloodstained halves away. He grabbed his back where Erick's sword had cut him and gave a mighty yank, accompanied by a great roar of pain. The wound hadn't completely scabbed over yet and it immediately tore open, fresh blood staining his back red.
At the door, Han Shuo abruptly slowed from a sprint to a stop and fell to the ground, crawling 'painfully' towards the door. When he saw that Fanny and company had appeared, he held out two blood-stained hands and said with a face full of fear and blood, "A, a lot of people are beating me.