Chapter 49

When the final natural history class ended, at the command of the class monitor to stand, all the students in Zhang Tie's class stood up, each respectfully placing their right hand over their left chest in salute to the teacher who had given them their last natural history lesson. The content of this final lesson was something they had never heard before; the mysterious sequence of numbers gave Zhang Tie a feeling that it might already be a kind of secret knowledge, not something everyone had the chance to learn.

"A truly powerful human warrior is not only one who has overwhelming strength on the battlefield, but more importantly, one who has a pair of observant eyes, capable of finding the source of power to make oneself stronger from all things and the laws of nature and the universe. I hope that through my natural history class, all my students will eventually have a pair of observant eyes!"

After saying these words, the old man left the classroom with his usual calm steps, and all the students in the classroom quietly watched this once obscure natural history teacher leave.

When everyone was about to leave the school, this teacher used the last class to give everyone a deep blessing.

...

After class, Zhang Tie leaned on the corridor, staring blankly at the plants in the flower bed below. Some of the students in the class had already rushed downstairs to count the leaves of the roses, hoping to discover some secrets.

Thinking about the last natural history class he had today, which might also be the last one he would ever have, Zhang Tie felt a bit empty inside.

"That old man is very respectable..." At some point, the members of the Airplane Brotherhood had all gathered around Zhang Tie, leaning on the corridor railing and looking down at the flower bed. It was Baghdad who spoke, "The connection between the Fibonacci sequence, the golden spiral, the warrior ranks, and various things in nature is absolutely secret knowledge. I've interacted with some seniors from this school before, and even they didn't know about these relationships and secrets. I guess because it was the last class, the old man revealed this secret knowledge..."

"Is it useful to think so far ahead? Level 10, I've never seen a Level 10 in my life. If our Airplane Brotherhood can produce someone above Level 6, we can pretty much walk around with our heads held high. I heard Gris' father is only a Level 6 Black Spider?" Xista said lazily.

Baghdad clenched his fist and said firmly, "I will definitely reach Level 6!"

"Let's deal with what's in front of us first. Why do I feel like a few guys are looking at us unfriendly?"

Everyone followed the direction Wright pointed to and saw Gris and a few others on the other side of the corridor staring at them with a look of hatred, their eyes clearly fixed on Zhang Tie. Even when they saw the seven members of the Airplane Brotherhood turn to look, they didn't look away. When Gris saw Zhang Tie looking back, his lackey, Zahir, made a threatening throat-slitting gesture at Zhang Tie.

"Wright, you're wrong. They're not looking at us, but at Big Head. We're being ignored!" Shaven said bluntly.

"How dare they! Do they think we're pushovers? They dare to provoke us? I'll count to three, and we'll all give them a greeting from the Airplane Brotherhood, so we're not treated like invisible people..." Bally suggested, then started counting, "Come on, one, two, three, give them the finger..."

After the count, including Zhang Tie, the seven of them all extended their middle fingers at Gris and the others. Gris and his group's faces changed, and Doug turned around, took off his pants right there in front of Gris and the others, revealing his disgusting big butt, slapped it hard twice, then turned back, holding his little brother and thrusting it at Gris and the others. The entire Airplane Brotherhood burst into laughter, drawing many curious glances...

The news of the conflict and mutual provocation between Gris and the Airplane Brotherhood in the corridor after class spread throughout the grade by the third class. Many people were preparing to watch the show, and Zhang Tie and the others were already preparing to have a fight with Gris and his group during or after lunch. What's the big deal? If they had to be hospitalized, they would have six brothers to keep them company. With this thought, the members of the Airplane Brotherhood were all filled with enthusiasm, putting aside their fear of Gris.

"If Gris and his group dare to provoke us at lunch, we'll give them a good beating. Baghdad, you're the strongest among us. When we fight Gris and his group, you'll hold Gris for a while. I and Wright will take care of Salong, Big Head and Xista will handle Zahir, and Doug and Shaven will deal with Ganer. The six of us, excluding Baghdad, will be divided into three groups. Once any group finishes their target, they'll go support Baghdad. As long as we take down Gris' three lackeys, it will be seven of us against one. Even if it's a one-for-one fight, we'll make sure to take a piece out of Gris. How dare they bully our brothers, damn it..." During the break after the third class, the Airplane Brotherhood gathered in the classroom to discuss tactics, with the fat Bally making the arrangements. Everyone agreed, and Zhang Tie originally wanted to say he would take on Gris himself, as he was now a Level 1 Warrior. After last night's "bone adjustment" following the ignition of the Divine Palace Bright Point, Zhang Tie felt he might have surpassed Baghdad slightly. But seeing Baghdad's determined and indomitable spirit, Zhang Tie swallowed his words. Besides, he couldn't explain why he suddenly ignited the Divine Palace Bright Point, even if he had a hundred mouths.

In the fourth class, Zhang Tie didn't pay much attention to what the teacher was saying. Instead, he calmed his mind, focusing his consciousness on his lower abdomen, quietly feeling the warm and comfortable sensation from the ignited Divine Palace Bright Point. This comfort was slowly and steadily spreading, wave after wave, sending a powerful vibration and feeling throughout his muscles and bones. The ignited Divine Palace Bright Point was like opening a small but incredibly magical door in his body, from which some mysterious things were flowing out. This was why even the most ordinary Level 1 Warrior could surpass the vast majority of ordinary non-ranked Warriors. Igniting the Bright Point marked the beginning of a comprehensive improvement in all bodily functions and abilities. As the natural history teacher said today, igniting the Divine Palace Bright Point meant standing at the starting point of the golden spiral, which represents the laws of the universe and creation. If life were a race, the difference between a Level 1 Warrior and a Level 0 Warrior would be like the difference between a runner already on the starting line and a spectator still outside the track. In most cases, a spectator outside the track would find it hard to catch up with a runner already on the starting line...

I am already a Level 1 Warrior, only one level away from Gris, Zhang Tie kept reminding himself in class, his fighting spirit burning brighter with each reminder.

Finally, the last class ended. As the other students rushed out of the classroom toward the cafeteria, the seven members of the Airplane Brotherhood stayed behind.

"Are you ready?" Bally asked everyone. According to the tradition of the boys' school, when there was mutual provocation, a fight usually happened the same day, either at noon or after school. The small forest next to the school cafeteria was the best place for fights and settling scores at noon.

Everyone nodded.

"Do you all remember who you're supposed to take on first?"

Everyone nodded again.

"Today is the day our brotherhood will make a name for itself. Let's go!" The fat Bally waved his hand grandly, and the seven members of the Airplane Brotherhood marched out of the classroom with the air of roosters ready to fight.

However, just as they left the teaching building, the seven guys, who were full of spirit, were deflated by Doug's next words.

"Um... everyone, wait for me a moment..." Doug's face was red, and he looked embarrassed.

"What's wrong?" Shaven asked him. Zhang Tie had observed that Shaven's nose would turn red when he was nervous, especially before a fight.

"My stomach is a bit uncomfortable, I need to go to the toilet to have a big one!" Doug said, almost burying his head in his pants. "I think it's because of the breakfast I had this morning... and I just took off my pants... my stomach got a bit cold, and it's really uncomfortable. If we fight later, it will affect my fighting ability..."

The remaining six members of the Airplane Brotherhood stared at each other, all their bravado deflated by Doug. The fat Bally opened his mouth to say something but could only say helplessly, "Go quickly, we'll wait for you!"

Everyone waited outside the toilet for ten minutes, feeling helpless and frustrated. When Doug finally came out ten minutes later, he looked refreshed and spirited, but Zhang Tie and the others' morale had dropped from 90 to 60.

"Let's go, let's go to the cafeteria and eat first. We might not get enough food trays today..." Bally waved his hand weakly.

When Zhang Tie and the others arrived at the cafeteria, they saw a scene they never expected. Gris and his group were surrounded by hundreds of angry students, and a student from their grade was standing on a cafeteria table, loudly inciting the other students...