Chapter 28 – Violet Star Dragon Cavalry Commander (II)
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Oliveira? Ye Yin Zhu felt as though this name was vaguely familiar. Suddenly, he remembered that Sura once mentioned him. Milan had a few powerful, influential clans. This youth called Oliveira was the third son of the current generation Lan Clan and Rolande’s elder brother. Reportedly, he had strength equivalent to a Silver Star Dragon Cavalry Commander and was the captain of the squadron of Milan Institution for Magic and Martial Arts students heading to war.
Listening to Freud, Oliveira’s handsome face exuded a trace of astonishment. His gaze immediately fell upon Ye Yin Zhu. “You are Ye Yin Zhu? The Divine Music boy who injured my little sister?”
“I am Ye Yin Zhu.” Even if the other was a bit polite, it appeared Oliveira didn’t have good intentions towards him, so Ye Yin Zhu didn’t address him as ‘Senior.’
Oliveira’s eyes flashed with a cold light. “Good. If you can defeat my younger sister in a fair match, then your strength is surely pretty good. All of us are about to set out for the battlefield, so we are all comrade-in-arms. But before we even set off, you have already injured a comrade. In the army, breaking this camaraderie is liable for execution. Although we have not officially joined the army, I cannot pardon you.”
Ye Yin Zhu’s gaze gradually became cold. Not bothering to explain anything, he coldly asked, “Then what do you want?”
Oliveira said, “You are a first-year student. If I use force to subdue you, other people will say I am bullying the weak. Because of this, I will give you ample time to prepare magic. If you can receive my sword blow, this incident will be disregarded. If not, I will request for you to leave the troops and the institution.”
“Senior, this incident is not as simple as what Freud had stated,” Ma Liang spoke up.
Ye Yin Zhu suddenly grabbed his shoulder and shook his head at him. Turning back to face Oliveira, he said, “I will receive your sword blow, but I don’t need preparation.” The influence of the Bamboo Sect’s distinct, natural loftiness and unyielding character quietly arose. When confronting challenges, Ye Yin Zhu would never cower. Oliveira gave him a feeling that was nothing like Freud’s. At least, it seemed he would be fair.
“Are you telling me you want fairly receive my attack without preparation?” Oliveira’s eyes exuded a hint of admiration.
Ye Yin Zhu didn’t say anything, just nodding.
“Elder Brother, forget about it.” Rolande unknowingly made her way through the crowd and pulled on Oliveira’s armor.
Oliveira looked at her with some amazement. He softly said, “Little sister, are you saying you don’t want to teach this boy a lesson? Why? Are you regretful?”
Rolande’s charming face reddened. She stammered, “Do you not know Freud’s character? He is an arrogant monkey. We’re about to set out on the journey, so let’s not cause trouble.”
Oliveira sternly said, “What I said cannot be changed. This you ought to know. In front of so many fellow students, don’t tell me you want me to retreat? How can I continue to lead this group if I do so? Little sister, step aside.” Rolande wanted to say something, but he merely pushed her lightly into the crowd.
“I will receive your sword blow on behalf of Ye Yin Zhu.” An ice-cold voice rang out from an unknown location. A black figure flashed to Ye Yin Zhu’s side like lightning, his viper-like, icy glare had Oliveira’s heart involuntarily shivering. An intangible killing intent pierced him like a sharp dagger, immobilizing his body.
“Sura.” The one who came to Ye Yin Zhu’s was Sura. With his attire, his current and past image was substantially different. Foregoing the school uniform, he wore gray warrior garments that completely covered him from head to toe. His short hair was neatly combed backwards, and his whole body seemed tightly coiled as he attentively watched Oliveira, like a cheetah ready to pounce on his prey.
“Assassin division?” Oliveira looked at this average-looking youth with more or less the same amazement he had towards Ye Yin Zhu. He didn’t expect an underclassman to be able to pressure him. This murderous spirit was like a killer essence forged over countless kills. Perhaps this student’s strength was inferior to his own, but an assassin strikes like lightning. He was definitely extremely strong.
“First-year Assasin, Sura.”
Oliveira was emotionally moved, saying, “So you are the assassin purported to be a once-in-a-century genius. You want to replace Ye Yin Zhu and receive my blow?”
Sura coldly said, “I don’t think Ye Yin Zhu is at fault. You aren’t qualified to enforce this so-called law.”
Oliveira indifferently said, “As captain, I am in charge of everyone participating in this next war. If you want, challenge me anytime. Ye Yin Zhu’s punishment, however, cannot be replaced.”
“Then you’ll have to get pass me.” Sura’s left hand slowly raised the black Angel’s Sigh from his chest, unaware that his roommate had firmly grabbed his thin left wrist. His back was slightly arched, and his feet was in a strange T-shaped position. That murderous spirit suddenly increased tremendously, the originally icy aura seemingly becoming even colder.
“Sura, it’s my business; I can do it myself.” Ye Yin Zhu grabbed Sura’s shoulder and lightly pulled Sura behind him as he advanced a few steps forward. He walked up to Oliveira.
Sura was pulled behind Ye Yin Zhu’s body, causing his body to suddenly stiffen. One should know that with an assassin’s stored potential, any contact from others will set off their attack. When Ye Yin Zhu grabbed his shoulder, however, Sura felt a vigorous dou qi flash through, immobilizing his body. That tenacious dou qi unexpectedly sealed off his aura of death, making him unable to explosively attack. ‘When did Yin Zhu’s dou qi become so powerful?’
He rapidly realized, however, that this was Ye Yin Zhu telling him, ‘I don’t need your worry.’
Oliveira nodded towards Ye Yin Zhu. “A true man has the courage to accept the consequences of his actions.”
Ye Yin Zhu didn’t say much, only asking the surrounding students, “Can you lend me a sword? Thanks.”
Lend him a sword? The nearby students were all elites from every grade at the Milan Institution for Magic and Martial Arts, but they currently had an enormous question mark above their heads. They all mentally thought, ‘You’re a mage! What are you going to do with a borrowed sword?’
“Idol, borrow my sword.” Just as Nesta was about to step up, someone else had already placed their own sword in Ye Yin Zhu’s hand.
“You?” Ye Yin Zhu looked at the other in amazement. He happened to have met this person, Fisichella, when he’d guided Ye Yin Zhu to the Mixed Residential District. He had even told Ye Yin Zhu to introduce him to the beautiful girls of the Divine Music division.
“Me. Idol, I didn’t expect you to be so strong! Not only did you enter the Divine Music division, you even became the champion of the Freshman Competition! You really do deserve to be my idol. I, your little brother, am also engaging in this war and humbly ask you to take care of me. I unfortunately lost in the semifinals to Ma Liang; otherwise
Ye Yin Zhu’s heart was moved. Losing the semifinals to Ma Liang… that meant Fisichella should have been the first-year Heavy Sword division general.
The sword in his hand was approximately 40 kilograms. The thick blade was about 1.5 meters long, and the dark sword’s edge blunt. It was a very standard sword that was given out. Using this type of heavy sword definitely wouldn’t require a sharp blade.
Fisichella stepped back. Ye Yin Zhu carried Fisichella’s sword with the blade pointed at the ground as his left hand beckoned Oliveira to start.
Behind Oliveira, Freud hatefully said, “This plebeian doesn’t even know how to hold a sword.” He had actually forgotten that his body and the sword didn’t have much of a difference weight-wise and that Ye Yin Zhu had just casually tossed him aside a moment ago.