He Annihilated the Blue Robe Deacon, Is That Reasonable?

The Blue Robe Deacon suddenly gasped, staring in horror at his chest—Li Xingze's left hand had actually pierced straight through his Armor Magic Gear!

How was this possible!

Even with magical enhancement, he was just an Intermediate-Level Mage, yet he had broken through his prized Armor Magic Gear!

"Die!"

Li Xingze yanked his left hand back, thick, sticky blood spraying out, even splattering onto the corner of his mouth and cheek.

The Blue Robe Deacon clutched his wound and stumbled back several steps, terror filling his eyes. He was, after all, a three-element High-level Magister, yet he was being bested by a mere Intermediate-Level Mage.

Lord Mu He had underestimated him after all—no! Li Xingze had surpassed the realm of genius!

To wield control that only a High-level Magister could possess while still at the Intermediate level—such talent was absolutely unprecedented!

Mu He: "Xiao He, go recruit this man into the Vatican."

I shouldn't have taken this job. The Blue Robe Deacon's heart was filled with regret as his head lolled to the side, and he fell dead to the ground.

"He actually defeated a High-level Magister."

Bai Tingting's mouth hung wide open. She knew Li Xingze was strong, but she never imagined he was this powerful.

Li Xingze glanced back, meeting Bai Tingting's shocked gaze.

Bai Tingting noticed his icy stare and lowered her head, both startled and afraid.

Li Xingze paid no mind to Bai Tingting's reaction and casually collected the Blue Robe Deacon's Spatial Ring.

The Armor Magic Gear was damaged and not worth much. As for the other magic gear, Li Xingze had little interest.

"Is this a Mind-Calming Artifact?"

Li Xingze's eyes fixed on the water-blue necklace around the man's neck. He hadn't expected the Blue Robe Deacon to be so wealthy.

Probably looted from someone else—now it had found its true owner.

Though Li Xingze wasn't purely a Destruction Mage, he was still quite vulnerable against Mind Element mages. With this Mind-Calming Artifact, he wouldn't have to worry as much.

"Old Li, what's going on here?"

By then, Mo Fan had walked over, leading the Shadow Demon Beast.

He looked at the two corpses on the ground and the pile of "mangled flesh" in the distance.

Mo Fan frowned. Even for him, this scene was a bit too bloody.

After scavenging the useful items, Li Xingze turned and said, "These three are all Black Vatican members. One of them, you're quite familiar with."

"Familiar with?" Mo Fan's face was full of question marks.

He had no recollection of the two relatively intact corpses, so that meant it was the one who'd been pulverized?

"Mu Yuang. He was a Black Vatican mole," Li Xingze said.

"Mu Yuang is..."

Mo Fan's eyes widened. He hadn't expected that even Bo City had Black Vatican moles. No, maybe Mu Yuang wasn't the only one.

Mo Fan's mind worked quickly. Perhaps the Black Vatican's choice of Bo City wasn't a coincidence—it might have been a plan years in the making!

"I ran into two Black Vatican moles too, but I dealt with them," Mo Fan added.

He had thought the danger was on his side, but seeing Li Xingze's situation, Mo Fan felt a bit relieved instead.

If it had been him, he might not have even been able to escape.

"Good work." Li Xingze patted Mo Fan on the shoulder. He also remembered that Li Tong wasn't the only mole at Pearl Institute.

It seemed the Black Vatican wasn't very united. These two low-level members had probably been lured by news of the Terra Sanctum Spring.

Too bad they underestimated Mo Fan's strength—it was only natural that he took them out.

"What about Xu Zhaoting?" Li Xingze asked.

"I've already told Xu Zhaoting to meet us here. But how do we explain these bodies?"

Mo Fan wore a troubled expression. The two men he'd killed were also publicly registered as Pearl Institute students.

"Don't worry, I've already prepared for that."

Li Xingze gave a faint smile. Though the Black Vatican had set him up, taking down a Blue Robe Deacon was a major achievement.

Hearing Old Li's words, Mo Fan felt much more at ease. He then noticed the timid, delicate girl still trembling on the ground.

"And this is?"

Mo Fan could already guess the general story—Old Li had played the hero and saved this female student.

Bai Tingting completely ignored Mo Fan, her eyes fixed on Li Xingze's right hand, still dripping with blood.

"You're injured."

Bai Tingting hurried over to Li Xingze and grabbed his right palm. The flesh was torn and bloody, with a thumb-sized hole that was horrifyingly deep.

That hole was the opening Li Xingze had deliberately given the Blue Robe Deacon. If the man hadn't let his guard down because of it, Li Xingze would have had to put in more effort.

"Damn, Old Li, a wound that deep and you didn't even flinch. Do you not feel pain?"

Mo Fan noticed the injury on Li Xingze's hand and immediately let out a startled cry.

"Get lost, this hurts like hell."

Li Xingze gritted his back teeth so hard they nearly cracked, and Mo Fan's one remark made him lose his composure.

Hearing Old Li's pained yell, Mo Fan let out a couple of gleeful chuckles.

But the next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Let me heal you." Bai Tingting carefully tended to his hand while using a Healing Spirit to treat the wound.

Mo Fan, watching from the side, was so jealous he felt like his cells were splitting apart.

This girl was actually a Healing element—what kind of damn luck was that?

"Thanks," Li Xingze said.

Bai Tingting shook her head and said firmly, "I should be the one thanking you. Thank you for saving me. Oh, by the way, I'm Bai Tingting."

"Li Xingze."

"Your name has already spread all over Green Campus." Bai Tingting flashed a playful smile and added, "I just didn't expect you to be able to defeat a High-level Magister."

"Just luck."

As the two were talking, Luo Song, Shen Mingxiao, and the others arrived one after another.

Seeing the mess here, many students couldn't help but retch. Even Luo Song and Shen Mingxiao, who had stronger stomachs, wore grim expressions.

"Well, well, Li Xingze, Mo Fan, did you two kill them?" Luo Song stepped forward, forcing down his nausea to point accusingly.

Luo Song's move was truly despicable—this was no longer a student dispute; one wrong step and they'd be heading to prison!

"Luo Song, don't spout nonsense," Mo Fan said coldly.

"Then how do you explain this? I think you're both members of the Black Vatican!" Luo Song pressed on.

The other students exchanged glances. Could Li Xingze's strength really come from practicing the Black Vatican's evil arts?

"Whoosh... whoosh...!!!"

Just then, a man with a pair of eagle wings on his back dove down from above and quickly landed among the crowd.

"It's Inquisitor Night-Hawk!" Someone immediately recognized the famous Inquisitor.

Seeing the Inquisitor appear, Luo Song grew even more smug. Hopefully, they'd arrest both Li Xingze and Mo Fan.

"Blue Robe."

Night-Hawk stared in shock at the corpse behind Li Xingze. Under Tang Yue's investigation, the Blue Robe's identity had already come to light.

"Who did this?" Night-Hawk immediately looked at the crowd.

Luo Song was the first to step forward, pointing at Li Xingze. "He did it. He's a Black Vatican spy, Inquisitor, arrest him now!"

"Him?" Night-Hawk had no patience for a single word. He only needed to know that a student had taken down a Blue Robe Deacon—something even he hadn't managed!

A mid-level student from Green Campus taking out a Blue Robe Deacon—was that even reasonable?

Seeing Night-Hawk staring intently at Li Xingze, Luo Song's heart soared. If he could get rid of Li Xingze, he'd lose his biggest rival!