Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes. Was this guy determined to spar with him?
Also, didn't you just say you wouldn't use your Psychic Power? But you immediately unleashed your ultimate attack. Your intention to test me is way too obvious!
Just as Jiang Fan was thinking this, Ye Qizhen long arm, and seven flying knives suddenly appeared out of thin air, hovering beside him.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Fan's pupils lit up slightly, and his gaze fell on the ring on Ye Qizhen's finger.
It's a spatial ring!
Ye Qizhen also has it.
Indeed, Ye Qizhen is an extremely rare Spirit Master, so it's not surprising that she possesses a spatial ring.
I just wonder how big the space in Ye Qizhen's spatial ring is? Is it as big as his?
This scene caused a stir, and the students all looked at Ye Qizhen with envy and admiration.
"Wow! Spirit Master are so cool! They can control weapons with just their thoughts. I really want to become Spirit Master too!"
"Me too, aww--"
"And those throwing knives just now appeared out of thin air! He actually has a spatial ring, I'm so envious!"
Throughout the entire process, Wei Cangyue, the instructor, did not express any opinion, but simply stood by and watched the scene with his arms crossed.
Wei Cangyue had already guessed what Ye Qizhen wanted to do. She must suspect the relationship between Jiang Fan and the Crazy Old Man, so she was testing him in this way.
" Jiang Fan, make your move. If you don't, I'll strike first."
After Ye Qizhen finished speaking, she controlled the throwing knife and shot it towards Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan's hand, hanging at his side, twitched almost imperceptibly.
With a "clang!", the throwing knife was cleaved away by the blade.
Looking at the beautiful figure blocking his way, Jiang Fan's eyes showed surprise.
Not only him, but everyone present was surprised that Lan Shengxue would make a move.
Lan Shengxue gently raised her delicate eyebrows, looking calmly at Ye Qizhen standing opposite her.
"What's the point of you, a mere Junior Psychic, challenging a Middle-Stage Martial Apprentice? Let's have a fight!"
" Shengxue, get out of the way. It's pointless for us to fight."
"Stop talking nonsense! Come on!"
Lan Shengxue rushed forward swiftly, wielding her twin swords with fierce and unpredictable angles.
It was only thanks to Ye Qizhen being Spirit Master that she was able to escape. If it were someone of the same level, they would have been beaten back by the winds and would have even been left with knife marks on their bodies.
For a time, the two exchanged blows, fighting evenly.
The crowd began to whisper and murmur amongst themselves.
Who do you think will win?
"Is there even a question? It's definitely Ye Qizhen; he's Spirit Master."
"I don't think so. Although Ye Qizhen is Spirit Master, she is only Late-Stage Martial Apprentice, while Lan Shengxue is Early-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist."
"So what if Martial Artist? Do you know why Spirit Master are so rare and precious? It's because Spirit Master possess the strength to challenge opponents far above their level!"
"..."
Jiang Fan was listening to their discussion when he suddenly heard Wei Cangyue's voice in his ear.
Who do you think will win?
Jiang Fan was startled and instinctively took a step to the side.
When did he appear in my life?
Wei Cangyue seemed not to care about Jiang Fan's reaction and moved closer again.
"I think Ye Qizhen would have a 100% chance of winning against Early-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist, but against Lan Shengxue— "
"You mean Lan Shengxue will win?" Jiang Fan asked.
" Lan Shengxue isn't just any ordinary Early-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist. Do you want to know who she is? And which family she comes from? If you want to know, I can tell you. But the condition is that you have to tell me who my teacher's disciple is. You often cook for my teacher and do housework; I don't believe you don't know."
"I really don't know," Jiang Fan replied without batting an eye.
"Don't rush to refuse. The mysterious person who dealt with the Middle-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist in the last kidnapping incident was actually your disciple, wasn't he?"
"I don't know anything," Jiang Fan replied.
"Even if you didn't say it, I would have guessed it. Judging from the fighting situation, the mysterious person who was fighting that Middle-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist clearly had very low health, yet he still managed to win. This can only mean that he used a surprise attack to kill his opponent. And this surprise attack clearly indicates that he is a Spirit Master."
Wei Cangyue continued, "Now it seems that the Spirit Master was undoubtedly the master's last disciple, and the blood left at the scene was switched by the master. Do you think my analysis is correct?"
No matter what Wei Cangyue said, Jiang Fan remained silent.
During their conversation, Lan Shengxue and Ye Qizhen also determined a winner.
As expected, Lan Shengxue won.
Ye Qizhen looked at Lan Shengxue with a wry smile, "You didn't really try to kill me with that knife just now, did you?"
Lan Shengxue sheathed her sword, her face expressionless, and said, "Your health is too low, and your defense is too weak. Once you get close, your weaknesses will be immediately exposed."
"You can't blame me for that. After all, a person's energy is limited. As Spirit Master, I have to spend most of my time cultivating my Psychic Power," Ye Qizhen said, spreading her hands. "Besides, have you ever seen a Spirit Master charging ahead like a tank? In the game, I'm a mage."
Lan Shengxue neither confirmed nor denied Ye Qizhen's statement.
"Did you bring any protectors with you this time?"
"That's natural," Ye Qizhen replied.
Spirit Master are very vulnerable in their early stages. Without the protection of a guardian, they may be nipped in the bud before they can even grow.
The students were still discussing it. They hadn't expected Ye Qizhen, Spirit Master, to lose, but they didn't think Ye Qizhen wasn't amazing because of it.
On the contrary, they would only think that Lan Shengxue was far beyond their imagination.
In the crowd, Jiang Youtian stared intently at Lan Shengxue, his fists clenched tightly at his sides, as if he had made up his mind.
He must work even harder to avoid falling too far behind his goddess.
As for the idea of catching up with the goddess and fighting alongside her, he would never dare to have it.
As Lan Shengxue passed Jiang Fan, she whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "No need to thank me. You saved my sister; this favor can't be repaid in just one or two times."
Jiang Fan nodded without saying anything.
After the special training course ended, Jiang Fan, as usual, left the school and walked home picking up bottles along the way.
"Hey, Jiang Fan, what a coincidence, running into you here."
Jiang Fan was speechless when he saw Ye Qizhen again.
"What are you doing?" Ye Qizhen asked as she walked over.
Jiang Fan pulled a bottle of Mizone from the trash can. "Isn't it obvious?"
Ye Qizhen was stunned for a moment, then stammered, "You, you--you're picking up bottles?"
Jiang Fan is Middle-Stage Martial Apprentice and a student in a special training class, yet he's here picking up bottles. It's hard to believe no matter how you look at it.
Jiang Fan glanced at the half-finished bottle of mineral water in Ye Qizhen's hand and asked, "There's only one sip left. Give it to me."
Ye Qizhen's mouth was wide open, big enough to fit an egg.
Suddenly! Jiang Fan abruptly looked in a certain direction, his narrowed eyes revealing a deep sense of vigilance.