Brothers by Different Fathers and Mothers!

Although the entire gymnasium was extremely noisy, Lan Yu heard her loud and clear.

He repeated Lingling's final warning.

Zhao Manyan hesitated when he heard it.

Reputation was certainly important, but if you lost your life, reputation was worth nothing.

Zhao Manyan hadn't expected the situation to be this dire.

"Are you guys not afraid of dying?" Zhao Manyan couldn't help asking.

He was fairly familiar with Lan Yu, after all—they'd been classmates for six years, from middle school through high school.

But he didn't know Mo Fan.

Mo Fan was as calm in the face of Demon Beasts as those veteran hunters who'd spent years teetering on the edge of life and death.

"I've seen situations more dangerous than this. What's this supposed to be?" Mo Fan said nonchalantly. "Besides, Zhao Manyan, don't even think about backing out. Look behind us."

"Old Zhao, see for yourself," Lan Yu said.

Zhao Manyan turned around and saw several girls in volunteer vests approaching.

At first, they'd been chatting and laughing, but the moment they saw Lan Yu and the other two, their laughter abruptly stopped.

One of the girls hurried over and shouted at the three of them, "Hey, you three, what are you doing here? This is the third-floor work area. Leave at once!"

Zhao Manyan watched the female volunteers, suspicion showing in his eyes.

"They're all red dots," Lan Yu whispered to Zhao Manyan.

Zhao Manyan's expression darkened.

"Then leave this place to me."

He was already here, so Zhao Manyan might as well go all out today.

Besides, more and more volunteers were coming to block them in the corridor.

"I didn't say I'd leave it to you. I'm here too," Lan Yu said.

"Brother, you're a real one!" Zhao Manyan was overjoyed.

"Be careful!" Mo Fan tossed out the words, then strangely sank into the shadow beneath his feet.

Zhao Manyan turned his head slightly, wanting to see how Mo Fan would get through the swarm of little demons surrounding them. But Mo Fan was nowhere to be seen.

Soon, he spotted a figure flash past in a somewhat dim area.

"An item from the Shadow Element?"

"Do you think that pauper would have something that nice?" A faint golden glow had already begun to gather in Lan Yu's hand.

"Three elements?! An Advanced Mage?" Zhao Manyan stared at him in shock.

"Innate Dual Element. No need to be so surprised."

"Damn!"

"Graaah—!"

Three Cyan-Yellow Demonesses had already revealed their true forms and were charging straight at the two of them.

"Light Blessing—Holy Shield!"

Lan Yu cast an Intermediate Magic spell of the Light Element.

A golden, hemispherical shield appeared in front of him and Zhao Manyan. The three Cyan-Yellow Demonesses slammed into the Light Protection-Holy Shield, hitting it so hard they were left dazed.

The three Cyan-Yellow Demonesses fell to the ground, clutching the parts of themselves that had struck the shield.

Besides its defensive use, the Holy Shield also had a special effect against Dark Creatures, undead creatures, and certain kinds of evil beings.

As the two watched, the three Cyan-Yellow Demonesses took their own lives, tearing open the layer of cyan-yellow scales covering them.

Once the cyan-yellow scales were torn away, three bare female students were revealed.

But the situation was urgent, and neither of them had time to pay them any attention.

More and more Cyan-Yellow Demonesses rushed at them, one after another. Fortunately, the two could hold them back with the Holy Shield.

"Damn, why are there so many? It feels like they'll never stop!" Zhao Manyan cursed.

"Old Zhao, hold them off. I'm bringing Momo out," Lan Yu called over his shoulder to Zhao Manyan, who was standing back-to-back with him.

"Leave it to me."

Zhao Manyan gritted his teeth and expanded the Holy Shield's protective range.

Lan Yu withdrew the Holy Shield and began controlling the Summoning Element stars.

Seven moon-colored stars appeared around him. At his command, they arranged themselves into a specific pattern, forming a star trajectory.

The star trajectory then sliced through the space between another plane and the present world like a secant line.

The air rippled. From within the moonlit Summoning Gate, a pitch-black shadow darted out.

"A Warrior-level?!"

Feeling the aura unique to a Warrior-level creature, Zhao Manyan's voice brimmed with delight.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger didn't grow to its usual size, nearly a third larger than this. Instead, it fought in its cat-sized form.

In its eyes, a single swipe was all it needed to deal with Demon Beasts as weak as Hundred-Year Soul Beasts.

With its wind and space attributes, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger darted among the Cyan-Yellow Demonesses like a ghost.

Though it was cat-sized, it was still tremendously powerful.

Fortunately, Lan Yu secretly sent it a message, telling it to hold back. Otherwise, it might kill the hosts they were possessing.

Even holding back, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's swipes left the Cyan-Yellow Demonesses completely helpless.

"Holy crap, we're just picking up free kills!" Zhao Manyan shouted, flicking out tiny points of Light Radiance—Purification.

"You've got a good deal and still complain. Why don't you go take on the Scale-Skin Mother Demon yourself?" Lan Yu shook his head. "There's no better example of a petty man getting carried away."

"Petty man, my ass. I'm a dashing prince straight out of a fairy tale, the best of the best. If you can't talk properly, don't talk at all." Zhao Manyan gave his half-long golden hair a flashy toss.

"Heh." Lan Yu responded with nothing but a cold laugh. "You think I don't know what kind of person you are, Old Zhao? You've only got to stick your ass up, and I'll know what you're about to fart."

"Screw you! So you've had your eye on my ass all this time!"

"Your ass stinks to high heaven. The only one who'd be interested is the Rong City Bearded Man."

"..."

The two bantered as they cast Light Radiance—Purification to kill the helpless Cyan-Yellow Demonesses.

In less than ten minutes, they'd taken care of all the Cyan-Yellow Demonesses on the third floor.

"Let's go kill that Scale-Skin Mother Demon. Then your 'fame' will be well and truly earned."

"Thanks, brother. You really are my brother by different fathers and mothers!"

Meanwhile, the entire auditorium had descended into chaos. The appearance of the Cyan-Yellow Demonesses had sent most of the students fleeing in panic.

The few who managed to stay calm began casting magic to fight back against the Cyan-Yellow Demonesses.

But the scene was far too chaotic, and even they were helpless.

Mo Fan fell from the lift platform, making some of the girls fleeing in his direction scream.

A flying corpse—the sight was utterly terrifying to them!

"Get the hell away!" Mo Fan was annoyed as soon as he saw girls who did nothing but shriek.

Damn it, they screamed at the sight of a Demon Beast. They'd become Mages for nothing.

He didn't even know how they'd managed to get into Pearl Academy.

"Mo Fan, are you all right?" Lingling's concerned voice came through.

She'd learned from Lan Yu that her new partner wasn't called Fan Mo at all, but Mo Fan.

"I'm fine. I won't die." Mo Fan touched the wound on his face. "This thing's already at the Warrior level!"