Chapter 85

The Mechanized Armor Battalion is at the division level, just one rank below the administrative governor of Donghai City, and there is no subordinate relationship between them.

Upon hearing that the towering, muscular man in front of him was actually Guang Biao, Long Hengxu's face instantly changed. Even if the administrative governor of Donghai City were here, he probably wouldn't be able to command the other party!

"Right now, I am not the commander of the Mechanized Armor Battalion; I am just a brother whose younger sibling has been severely injured. Hand over the person who did this," Guang Biao said coldly.

"Commander Guang Biao, I think there might be some misunderstanding here," Long Hengxu's tone softened considerably. "The photo clearly shows three children. Could your younger brother have been injured by these three children? I believe there must be a reason. Let's calm down and investigate first."

Long Hengxu knew very well that he couldn't afford to offend this person, who controlled an entire Mechanized Armor Battalion! In other words, the muscular men in front of him were all mech pilots. Although ordinary people could become mech pilots, they were few and far between. Most mech pilots were soul masters, and even if their ranks were not high, their control over soul conductors and combat experience were extremely rich. The people in front of him were not someone the academy could easily oppose. Moreover, the other party could call upon the power of the mechs at any time.

He had heard some stories about Guang Biao's background. This commander was a legendary figure, born into an ordinary family, orphaned at a young age, and through his outstanding talent and hard work, he had reached the position of battalion commander at the age of just thirty-five. His soul power was at the Sixth Rank, making him a true Soul Emperor. His mech pilot rank had also reached the Emperor level. Throughout the entire Donghai Academy, the number of people with soul power at the Emperor level seemed to be only...

"Misunderstanding? Children? My brother was injured so severely, and as his elder brother, I have a responsibility. I will investigate, but it will be on my terms. Stop wasting time and hand over the person. We are already giving Donghai City face by waiting here. I'll give you twenty more minutes. If you don't hand over the person, we will go in ourselves."

Long Hengxu's face turned grim, and he said sternly, "Commander Guang Biao, don't go too far. This is the academy, a place to cultivate students. Haven't all of you come from the academy? I won't hand over the person. If you have the ability, you can drive your mech over our bodies. Otherwise, you won't be able to take a single step into Donghai Academy."

Seeing this scene, the students, who usually had many complaints about the strict Director Long, felt a surge of excitement. Some of the older students had already spontaneously gathered behind him.

Guang Biao suddenly took a step forward, his foot landing on the ground, and a low, rumbling sound echoed, as if the entire Donghai Academy was trembling. Many of the students standing at the front stumbled and fell.

"I only believe in strength. Do you think you can stop me with just these people? My brother was injured so severely, and you refuse to hand over the culprit, acting as if you have the right? I could have reasoned with you, but since my fists are bigger, I will take the person, and I want to see who can stop me."

At that moment, a cold voice rang out from the direction of Donghai Academy, "I hate reasoning. Just compare fists."

Everyone felt a blur, and a person appeared in front of the Donghai Academy group.

Wearing a white robe, with lake blue hair cascading down his back, and emerald green eyes shining with a bright and pure light, he stood there, making the surrounding temperature seem to drop.

Guang Biao felt it most clearly. The moment this person appeared, the powerful aura he had just gathered seemed to scatter like it had hit an iceberg.

"Teacher Wu, it's Teacher Wu..." The students on the Donghai Academy side were already exclaiming in surprise.

"Who are you?" Guang Biao's eyes narrowed, and his aura continued to rise.

Wu Changkong said indifferently, "The three students you are looking for are my students. Beat me, and you can continue. If you lose, get lost."

His voice was cold, with no emotional fluctuations, as if everything he said was a matter of course.

"Ha ha ha ha! Good, it's been a long time since someone spoke to me like that. I'll see what you're made of." Although Guang Biao was smiling, he was already extremely angry inside.

A powerful yellow light suddenly rose from his body, and six soul rings appeared from his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, purple. A Sixth Rank Soul Emperor! The students immediately burst into exclamations of surprise.

His soul power was released, and Guang Biao's figure grew by half a meter. From his forehead, iron-gray scales extended downward, as if he were covered in a thick layer of armor. On his shoulders and around him, three lights appeared: two yellow and one purple. The two yellow ones were lizard-shaped, identical, while the purple one was a giant python.

Purple, a thousand-year-old soul spirit! Without a doubt, the six soul rings on his body were granted by these three soul spirits. To possess a thousand-year-old soul spirit, one must be an absolute expert among soul masters.

Similarly, with the Ironclad Dragon soul power, the aura emanating from Guang Biao was many times stronger than that of Guang Long. At this moment, he gave the impression that even a mountain in front of him would be easily crushed.

The powerful aura swept toward Wu Changkong like a tornado, making his blue hair flutter.

At that moment, everyone suddenly felt a chill, as if they had entered a winter. What Guang Biao saw was a pale blue light flashing by.

The tornado-like violent aura instantly split into two and disappeared without a trace.

Wu Changkong still stood there, his white robe fluttering. In his right hand, a pale blue long sword had appeared at some point.

The sword's glow was like autumn water, and the sword's arc was like a ribbon. In his white robe and blue sword, he looked like a celestial being.

Few people in Donghai Academy had seen him in action, and everyone's eyes were almost fixed on the sword.

Rings of light emerged from the hilt of the sword, not large, but they circled the blade, and the colors of the soul rings were striking: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black!

Yes, the last two soul rings were black, representing ten thousand years. Yes, they were ten thousand-year-old soul rings!

The air seemed to freeze, and the entire sky seemed to freeze with the appearance of the long sword. Wu Changkong just stood there quietly, and Guang Biao's originally violent aura had solidified.

Ten thousand... ten thousand-year-old soul rings, how could it be... how could it be ten thousand-year-old soul rings!

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