Chapter 5186 Hand Over
When Lu Chengkong handed over the dean’s seal to Long Chen, the branch academy’s disciples were all disappointed.
After receiving it, Long Chen announced, “The branches and the head academy were originally one family, but certain people harbored treacherous thoughts, so they intentionally created division. This is something that the High Firmament Academy will not permit. As for why it cannot be permitted, I won’t elaborate much because you wouldn’t understand even if I explained it. After all, things were too peaceful in your minor world. I will simply say this: if any of you dislike that I am your dean, you can challenge me at any time. If anyone can defeat me, I will hand over the dean’s seal with both hands.”
The branch academy’s experts sighed when they heard this. They knew they had no chance of defeating Long Chen in this lifetime. After all, Long Chen had consecutively killed two half-step Human Emperors in front of them. Even the top-ranked Heaven Rankings disciples sighed in resignation, recognizing the vast gap between them and Long Chen.
“From a close perspective, our High Firmament Academy is in crisis. From a broader view, our entire human race is in danger of being destroyed at any moment. We have no time for internal conflicts. Anyone who hinders the High Firmament Academy’s progress is my enemy, and I show no mercy to my enemies. If you understand what I’m saying, good. If not, it doesn’t matter. It’s up to you. I don’t have time to keep repeating myself. Beyond that, I know many of you are resentful and considering leaving the High Firmament Academy. Go ahead. However, I advise you to reconsider,” said Long Chen.
“And why should we?” demanded one disciple.
“Zhao Weizhou, what are you doing?!” barked Ye Ziwen. The person who spoke was rank seven on the Heaven Rankings and Ye Ziwen’s good brother. The moment he spoke up, Ye Ziwen panicked, worried that Long Chen might get angry and kill him on the spot.
“Don’t stop me. I’m not afraid of death,” sneered Zhao Weizhou.
“You...!” Ye Ziwen almost spat out blood from anger.
Zhao Weizhou turned back to Long Chen and said, “I don’t believe you. I want to leave!”
Long Chen indifferently replied, “I never said you couldn’t leave. I simply advise against it. Third-raters like you will have your heads cut off in less than half a day in the outside world.”
Zhao Weizhou stubbornly retorted, “I am rank seven on the Heaven Rankings. I can roam wherever I want in this world!”
“Roam? If you’re caught by those vicious characters, they’ll squeeze everything out of you in an instant,” said Long Chen disdainfully.
“Says who?!”
Long Chen waved his hand dismissively. “I know you don’t believe me. Alright, pick anyone in my Dragonblood Legion. If you can beat them, I’ll take back what I said and apologize.”
The seven thousand-plus Dragonblood warriors stepped forward, their eyes shining with excitement. They had been holding back for too long.
While Long Chen was gone, the Dragonblood Legion had almost clashed with the branch academy’s disciples multiple times, but Bai Letian had personally stopped them. Bai Letian knew that the Dragonblood Legion was filled with ruthless characters, and if they started fighting, rivers of blood would flow. He wouldn’t be able to control the slaughter. That was why Bai Letian had left this problem for Long Chen to settle. In any case, he and the palace master were both wise figures.
The moment Long Chen returned, he killed both vice deans. However, Bai Letian was unwilling to kill these disciples, viewing them as misguided children who still had room to grow. He wasn’t sad about the deaths of the two vice deans, but he was reluctant to let the disciples be slaughtered by the Dragonblood Legion. That was why he did his best to prevent the Legion from clashing with the academy’s disciples.
However, his thoughtful action only served to boost the disciples’ arrogance, leading to many provocations. Still filled with the spirit of youth, the Dragonblood Legion would have killed them several times over if not for the dean’s order.
Now that Long Chen had allowed Zhao Weizhou to challenge any of them, the Dragonblood warriors grew excited. Bai Shishi almost burst into laughter as several of them put on a nervous act, with some intentionally hiding behind others in hopes of being chosen.
“You! I challenge you!” shouted Zhao Weizhou, pointing at Xia Chen, who was standing behind Long Chen.
“Me?” Xia Chen pointed at his own nose in disbelief.
“That’s right, you! Do you dare to fight? If not, just say the word,” sneered Zhao Weizhou.
Guo Ran and the others exchanged odd looks. This fellow really knew how to pick his opponent. The ones standing behind Long Chen were on the level of the captains.
“I don’t dare. My guts are small, so please let me off. Also, I should remind you to pick someone from the troops. The people lined up with me are all minor characters who cheer the others on. Don’t pick on weaklings,” said Xia Chen, his serious tone almost causing everyone to burst into laughter
Xia Chen, Guo Ran, Bai Xiaole, Gu Yang, Li Qi, Song Mingyuan, and Yue Zifeng were standing together. To call them minor characters who only knew how to cheer... it was hilarious! Funniest of all, Zhao Weizhou actually believed Xia Chen.
“Then you! Come out here! Don’t look around, I’m pointing at you! The one at the front sticking out his chest!” Zhao Weizhou pointed at a Dragonblood warrior this time.
That Dragonblood warrior stood in the front row and was intentionally sticking out his chest to stand out. As a result, he was actually picked. Delighted, he walked forward.
“A half-step Heavenly Chosen?” asked Zhao Weizhou.
When he stepped forward, Zhao Weizhou sensed his aura and was disappointed.
“What’s a half-step Heavenly Chosen sticking out his chest for? Go back. Bring me a Heavenly Chosen!”
“I’m already here. I’ll lose face if you make me leave. Since you’re so strong, how about you give me some pointers?” That Dragonblood warrior smiled ingratiatingly at him.
Zhao Weizhou looked at Long Chen. “Isn’t he too weak? If I win, will your promise still stand?”
“Of course, it will. If you can last ten moves against him, it’ll count as your victory,” replied Long Chen. Seeing this Dragonblood warrior, Long Chen smiled.
He was Feng Wuyu, one of the squad leaders in the Dragonblood Legion. His position was extremely solid thanks to his strength.
“Big words. Then let me see how long you can last.” Zhao Weizhou’s anger flared.
After that, he turned to Feng Wuyu and shouted, “Come at me! Bring out your strongest technique!”
The moment those arrogant words left Zhao Weizhou’s mouth, the void quivered, and a sword arrived beside his neck.