By all rights, this guy's bloodline shouldn't be that high, should it?
How could he scare a dragon to death?
"Professor, how are we supposed to explain this?" Toyama Masashi looked blankly at the professor beside him.
Why did he feel like, ever since Lu Mingfei showed up, he had stopped being able to understand what was going on?
One student could revive a dragon, while another could directly scare that revived dragon to death.
Were freshmen these days all this fierce?
"This..."
Guderian had no idea how to explain it either.
Lu Mingfei could still be explained through bloodline resonance.
But Mo Wang... unless the guy in front of them was a Dragon King, there was simply no way to explain something like this.
But... what Dragon King had an F-level bloodline? That was even more useless than useless!
Still, thinking of the two special students joining the college today, Professor Guderian was exceptionally excited.
After being "forced" to sign a mountain of confidentiality agreements and enrollment documents, Lu Mingfei left the suffocating office with his head hanging low, following Mo Wang listlessly like a fledgling soaked through by rain. In stark contrast to his dejection, Mo Wang was full of interest, his curious eyes darting around as he studied the ancient buildings covered in vines and steeped in a century of age.
"Tch, this school looks all quaint and classical, but there's a whole mess of weird crap hidden underneath it." Mo Wang muttered under his breath, his tone making it impossible to tell whether he was impressed or disgusted.
Just as Lu Mingfei was about to complain about his bizarre fate, a piercing, miserable air-raid siren abruptly blared across the entire campus without warning!
"Woooo—woooo—woooo—"
The sound was like an invisible wave, instantly swallowing all tranquility.