Chapter 59

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Jiran was quite helpless.

How many times had he been cornered since he started school? Including the time Professor Lawrence waited for him in front of the old dormitory, this was already the fourth time.

So, looking at the three people in front of him, Jiran felt a bit stifled.

However, the three people opposite him clearly had no idea about Jiran's thoughts. The one in front, with a full smile, came straight up to him.

"Jiran, right? The genius who scored full marks in swordsmanship? Hello, I'm Reinhardt, the president of the Blue Lion Club."

Reinhardt was a robust man, his muscles bulging as if they were about to burst. Even without using the appraisal skill, Jiran could see the strength contained in Reinhardt's body.

And the result of the appraisal skill, as expected, was a string of question marks.

How could it be that this academy was full of Silver Rank individuals? So what if you started cultivating earlier than me? So what if your level is higher? Give me some time, and I'll catch up to you at lightning speed...

Jiran's frustration grew even more.

"Hello, President Reinhardt. I don't plan to join any organization at this stage. If you're here to recruit me, I have to say I'm sorry."

Since it would likely come to this topic anyway, he might as well get it out in the open. Jiran really didn't want to waste time on this. Wouldn't it be better to go back, make something to eat, and take a nap?

"...Your refusal is somewhat unexpected," Reinhardt's smile gradually faded. And such a tall and muscular man, when his expression turned cold, exuded a tangible pressure.

"Since I won't agree anyway, why waste everyone's time?" Jiran shrugged. Having experienced Professor Lawrence's aura, he naturally wasn't affected by Reinhardt's much less mature aura.

"Do you not want to hear about the strength of our Blue Lion Club? Our Blue Lion Club is one of the largest student organizations in Azure Wind, second only to the Student Council. Joining our club not only provides various opportunities to enhance your strength, but there's even a chance to take over the Student Council and become an important figure within it..." Reinhardt clearly thought that Jiran, as a freshman, didn't understand what the Blue Lion represented.

"...The Student Council has also tried to recruit me, and I refused." Jiran expressed his stance succinctly.

"The Student Council's recruitment? So, Jiran, you're a smart one." Reinhardt was taken aback, but quickly smiled again.

"Joining the Student Council now, you'll have to climb step by step, fighting your way through numerous competitors. In the end, you might not even be able to match the complex relationships behind the Student Council members, and you'll likely end up as an ordinary, unknown member... or even be used as cannon fodder."

Reinhardt's eyes sparkled, clearly indicating that his analysis of the Student Council was well thought out.

"Joining our Blue Lion Club is different. We speak in terms of strength and contribution, and now is a good time for development. If you join now, you'll quickly gain a good position. When we take over the Student Council, what you will have will far exceed what you could gain by joining the Student Council..."

From his words, it seemed that Reinhardt already considered the Student Council as good as theirs.

He spoke with great enthusiasm, and if it were to anyone else, it might have stirred their blood. Unfortunately, he was facing Jiran.

Jiran had no intention of getting involved in the power struggles within the academy. No matter how eloquently Reinhardt spoke, what use was it?

"Sorry, I really have no interest in joining any organization. I'm just an ordinary student who came to Azure Wind to learn knowledge I don't possess. I have no interest in the strength of students."

Seeing Reinhardt's increasingly high spirits, Jiran had to interrupt him with the same words he had already said to someone else.

Reinhardt's mood plummeted. He stared intently at Jiran, his smile gone.

"Are you sure? You should know that Azure Wind isn't a paradise; it has all sorts of disputes. Without a powerful organization, if something happens, you might not be able to handle it alone..."

"I'm a very honest person and don't usually cause trouble. My daily life is very simple, so I probably don't need the protection of any organization." Jiran shrugged.

Reinhardt looked at Jiran and sneered.

"Do you think that in Azure Wind, if you don't cause trouble, nothing will happen to you? That's too naive. If you weren't a genius who scored full marks in swordsmanship, it might be possible, but now... hmm, or do you think your strength is enough to ensure your own safety, so you don't need the help of any organization?"

The last question was asked with a sharp tone.

Jiran looked at him unflinchingly: "I don't think anything will happen to me for no reason. And if I don't even have the strength to protect myself, what use would it be to join your organization?"

Hearing this, Reinhardt took a deep breath and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha, very interesting! I rarely see someone who can be so confident in front of me... Your confidence is intriguing, so I've decided to see where your confidence comes from!"

After saying this, Reinhardt's aura suddenly intensified! Around his body, martial arts energy began to slowly appear, enveloping him in a white mist.

After living in this world for so long, Jiran had some understanding of the martial arts energy here. White martial arts energy was unattributed and the most adaptable. Although it lacked additional attribute bonuses, it was more malleable!

Reinhardt wasn't wearing a sword or any similar weapon, so he was clearly not a swordsman. However, martial artists in this world weren't limited to swordsmen. Judging by Reinhardt's appearance, with the martial arts energy more concentrated in his hands, he was likely a martial artist.

These martial artists, who were more adept at close combat, could unleash explosive power far exceeding that of ordinary swordsmen!

Moreover, Reinhardt was already a Silver Rank martial artist. Just by the intensity of his martial arts energy, he had the upper hand over Jiran. And to be the president of a major club second only to the Student Council, Reinhardt's strength was far beyond that of ordinary Silver Rank martial artists.

Seeing that this guy was ready to fight at the slightest provocation, Jiran was quite helpless. However, he wasn't the type to back down from a fight... If you want to fight, I'll fight! Even if I'm not as strong as you, I won't let you win easily!

Besides, Jiran wasn't without a chance of victory... as long as the two guys behind Reinhardt didn't gang up on him.

In fact, those two had already retreated far away. And the look on their faces, as if they had seen a fierce beast, suggested that this Blue Lion president had probably lost his temper many times before...

Now, it was impossible to deal with the situation as he had with Anya, relying on footwork. Jiran could only face Reinhardt head-on and show his strength!

This place was relatively secluded, with few students passing by. The tension between the two wouldn't attract a crowd. Jiran stared at Reinhardt, his right hand slightly gripping the hilt of his sword.

"Genius with full marks in swordsmanship, let me see just how much of a genius you are!" Reinhardt's expression became eager, and with a shout, he took a step forward, kicked off the ground, and charged directly at Jiran!

Jiran took a step back, using the retreat to create a small space in front of him. This move also allowed him to avoid the strongest point of Reinhardt's charge, slightly slowing down his attack.

Dodge? The thought flashed through Jiran's mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Reinhardt's martial arts energy was already in front of him, the sharp sensation already cutting his skin. Dodging was possible, but trying to use the Tide Breaker afterward would be impossible to control his direction!

This was the first time Jiran had encountered such overwhelming martial arts energy. In fact, the strongest opponent he had faced before was the priest of the True God Sect. And as for martial artists... Les was probably the strongest martial artist he had encountered.

Reinhardt's feeling was completely different from Les. He was more aggressive, more proactive, and more openly confrontational!

A martial artist who used boxing gloves as a weapon, releasing martial arts energy like a sword! The power in his fists was so strong that Jiran had no time to counterattack while dodging!

Once again, Jiran felt the limitations of game skills.

In the game, a successful dodge allowed the use of the Tide Breaker. But in reality, after dodging, one often couldn't control their posture, making it difficult to successfully use the Tide Breaker.

He had no time to counterattack. In Reinhardt's attacks, he could only retreat, and retreat again.

Reinhardt's attacks were like a torrential rain, continuous and fierce. Jiran relied on his leisurely gait to dodge all of Reinhardt's attacks, but he had no opportunity to counterattack.

"Come on! Swordsmanship genius, show me just how strong you are!" Reinhardt grew more excited as he fought. He had seen many geniuses like Jiran who were rebellious, but he used his fists to show them what true strength was!

Jiran didn't respond, adapting to Reinhardt's rhythm. Mastering the opponent's rhythm was the key to finding a counterattack opportunity. Of course, this couldn't take too long. Otherwise, if Reinhardt led him into his rhythm, he would lose any chance to counterattack!

In a quiet corner, a battle that wasn't grand in scale but was intensely fierce was unfolding.

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