30 Trump Card Transformation
After the qi refining class ended, the girls in the class surrounded Yan Zhen, curiously asking him questions, and some even took the opportunity to grope him a few times.
Mi Xue’er and Yan Ruyu hurriedly blocked those thirsty girls and didn’t let them touch Yan Zhen, then told Yan Zhen to leave quickly.
Yan Zhen escaped from the classroom as if fleeing and headed to the junior class to find Yan Meng’er.
However, halfway there, someone stopped him.
It wasn’t a student, but an instructor wearing an instructor’s uniform, with an impeccable slicked-back hairstyle, wearing a pair of black round-framed glasses, a thin and tall figure, a pale face, around forty years old.
Under the scorching sun, the middle-aged instructor adjusted his glasses, looked at Yan Zhen, and said indifferently, “Are you the one who injured my disciples yesterday?”
Yan Zhen was stunned for a moment, quickly thinking of the few junior class Smarties he had beaten up yesterday, and said expressionlessly, “It wasn’t me.”
“Not you? They all identified you. Do you still want to quibble?”
“Who are they?”
The middle-aged instructor waved his hand, and a few junior class students immediately walked out from behind the pillars of the corridor. The leader, Tema Sha, said arrogantly, “Instructor, don’t listen to his nonsense. It was him! He bullied us with his higher cultivation level and even launched sneak attacks! He’s simply a disgrace to the academy. He must be made to know the consequences of violating academy rules!”
The middle-aged instructor nodded slightly and turned back to Yan Zhen, “As an intermediate class student, you sneak-attacked junior class students, seriously violating academy rules. Do you have anything else to say?”
Yan Zhen shook his head, “I don’t know them. They say I beat them, but where’s the evidence? Empty claims are not proof. I could also say that I was beaten by them, five people attacking me alone, ambushing me as soon as I turned the corner. Would you believe it?”
The middle-aged instructor didn’t expect Yan Zhen to refute so logically and became a bit impatient, “If you didn’t beat them, why would they say it was you?”
“You should ask them this question. What’s the use of asking me?” Yan Zhen’s gaze was like looking at an idiot. “Perhaps they felt aggrieved after being bullied but didn’t dare to take revenge, so they found someone relatively easy to bully to frame… Their mentality is really dark.”
Hearing this, Tema Sha was so angry that his face turned red and his neck swelled. This boy was actually so sharp-tongued, completely turning black and white.
“Instructor, don’t believe him. This boy has a glib tongue. Capture him first and interrogate him thoroughly. I’m not afraid he won’t confess.”
The middle-aged instructor adjusted his glasses again in a somewhat neurotic manner, only coldly saying after straightening them, “I am the discipline instructor ‘Zhang Wei’. I now suspect you of violating academy rules. Come with me to the office for questioning immediately.”
With that said, he turned and walked away.
“I won’t go.” Yan Zhen said indifferently. There was no such plot in the script, and he was too lazy to move. “Instructor, you should ask your disciples first and understand the situation clearly before speaking. Otherwise, it will only add to the joke.”
“What did you say?”
Zhang Wei suddenly turned back, his Mystic Master cultivation level erupting fiercely, the powerful aura making Tema Sha and the others beside him roll on the ground and piss themselves.
Yan Zhen also felt a clear pressure, as if being stared at by a man-eating fierce beast, his heartbeat speeding up.
However, he cultivated the Imperial Blaze Art, and the scripture itself had a trace of imperial majesty. Coupled with refining the heaven and earth extreme flames higher than his realm, he could ignore this bit of realm pressure just by slightly activating his technique.
But Yan Zhen’s use of his technique to resist made Zhang Wei even angrier, “You want to resist? Are you forcing me to take you by force? Hmm?”
Yan Zhen’s face turned cold, silently cursing his bad luck.
It wasn’t a character from the script, so he had no interest in interacting with him at all. Even slapping his face was a waste of time!
He also raised his mystic power. Although he was a 5-star Mystic Scholar, the oppressive feeling he emitted was already no less than a Mystic Master.
“A 2-star Mystic Master, the bottom cultivation among instructors. Is this what gives you such great confidence?”
“You dare to speak to me like this? Simply lawless! Let me teach you a good lesson on behalf of your instructor!”
Zhang Wei got angry and stretched out his index finger, aiming at Yan Zhen from a distance.
As a Mystic Master, his mystic power could already kill through the void!
He flicked his finger, and a beam of finger force shot out at the speed of an arrow leaving the bowstring.
Yan Zhen didn’t move at all, only tilting his neck slightly. The finger force brushed past his ear, leaving a faint stinging pain, and then made a small hole in the tree behind him.
This strike was meant to cut off his ear, already exceeding the scope of corporal punishment. It was intentional harm.
“Reaction is not bad? Let’s see how you dodge!”
Another finger force attack came. Yan Zhen hurriedly dodged, his pant leg torn with a hole, burning with pain.
It wasn’t over yet. Zhang Wei took a step forward and continued to flick out finger force from a distance.
Really taking me for granted!?
Yan Zhen took a horse stance, and the Eight Extremes Explosion responded, shattering the incoming force with a single punch.
Feeling waves of pain from his fist, Yan Zhen knew he couldn’t continue like this. He immediately took out a Trump Card (1st Grade) from his system backpack.
Trump Card (1st Grade) was a card that would take effect when he was in the Mystic Scholar realm, allowing him to turn danger into safety!
And the way to turn danger into safety was up to him to decide!
If he wanted to run, he could instantly escape a thousand miles away.
If he wanted to fight, he could obtain power on par with his opponent’s realm for a certain period of time!
He had two Trump Cards (1st Grade), one obtained from completing the novice task and one from advancing to Mystic Scholar.
Now he would use one and try the power of the trump card!
If he didn’t use it, both cards would become invalid after he advanced to Mystic Master.
–System!
Yan Zhen shouted in his mind, and the latter immediately responded to him:
[Awaiting your orders, Host.]
–Belt mode!
[Understood.]
Yan Zhen’s empty left hand grabbed out of thin air, and the system turned into a card case appearing in his hand.
Grabbing the card case, he attached it to his lower abdomen, and the card case automatically extended into a belt, tightly wrapping around him.
Trump Card (1st Grade), insert card.
“Transform.”
The boy coldly spat out two words.
Boom! The belt erupted with gold and silver flames, enveloping Yan Zhen’s entire body.
At the same time, an impassioned BGM came from the system driver:
[Imperial Blaze! Extreme Flames! Fire power eruption! Mystic Mandate Celestial Warrior, Yan–]
At the exciting moment, suddenly, the system’s voice stopped, replaced by a ding sound.
[Ding! System’s warm reminder: The host’s crisis is about to be resolved. Do you still want to continue using Trump Card (1st Grade)?]
–Huh? What the hell? Not transforming?
Interrupted by the system like this, Yan Zhen’s just ignited hot blood instantly cooled down, feeling inexplicable.
But the next moment, he understood the system’s meaning.
“Zhang Wei, try laying a hand on him!”
A woman’s coquettish shout echoed in the academy’s sky. As the voice arrived, a huge arrow condensed from water mystic power also broke through the void, its target being Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei, who had wanted to continue approaching Yan Zhen, had a drastic change in expression. He immediately erupted with mystic power and retreated, pulling away a large distance.
The cannon-like water arrow fell on the ground with a bang, exploding into a pit large enough to hold a person, with shattered stones flying.
Smoke and dust scattered. Instructor Yu Xuan, holding a silver longbow, descended from the sky and landed in front of Yan Zhen, protecting him behind her, revealing her 5-star Mystic Scholar cultivation without reservation.
Yan Zhen blinked, “Instructor Yu Xuan?”
“Yan Zhen, are you alright?”
Instructor Yu Xuan looked him up and down, finding that his ear was swollen and his pant leg had a hole torn in it. She instantly became furious.
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