Chapter 11

"Why did you come here?"

"I've always been here."

The two boys were talking, but the other three had already stepped out of the darkness.

"Who are you?" Xi Fan said, slightly turning his body to take in all three people from different directions.

The power of Chongzhi's soul force is closely related to human visual ability.

First level: See farther and more clearly than ordinary people.

Second level: See everything clearly in extremely dim light.

Third level: Fully utilize the field of vision.

A human's single eye can have a maximum field of vision of 156 degrees, but the part that can truly be seen clearly is only 60 degrees. At the third level of Chongzhi's soul force, the maximum 156-degree field of vision is fully utilized, and ultimately, in the 188-degree horizontal field of vision of both eyes, all images are clear.

At this moment, Xi Fan slightly adjusted his posture, and immediately saw every move of the three opponents very clearly. The three people, two men and one woman, all had the same cold expression, carefully observing him.

"Six levels of Jingzhi, three levels of Chongzhi, three levels of Lizhi." Xi Fan's realm was instantly analyzed by the woman standing in the middle, who listed the three highest soul forces he possessed. As for the other lower levels, or even those that had not broken through, such as Mingzhi, she did not mention them at all.

"What's with the bamboo sword in your hand?" the guy on the far right said.

"Because he's a kid!" the woman said.

"So it's a toy, then?" the person on the left said.

"The toy just blocked your Yiluo knife," the one on the far right laughed.

"Heh." The guy on the far left sneered, not minding the teasing from his companions. Their carefree chatting and joking only indicated one thing: they completely looked down on Xi Fan.

Indeed, it was so.

Xi Fan carefully observed the actions, words, and expressions of the three people. Their disdain was not deliberate; they genuinely did not take him seriously.

But more importantly... Yiluo knife, this was a mark that sufficiently proved their identity.

"You are Xingluo." Xi Fan's gaze was not limited to the three people, because Xingluo was a group of four assassins, and what he saw in front of him were only three.

"Yes, we are Xingluo. Luo Yin, Luo Xing, Luo Chong." Mo Lin introduced the three one by one, "There were supposed to be four, but now there aren't. That's why they chased us here."

"Oh." Xi Fan said.

"Oh? Just 'oh'? Now that you know, why don't you leave? What does this have to do with you?" Mo Lin said.

"Although it's only been a day, you are already a student of Zhaifeng Academy. The Discipline Team has the responsibility and obligation to protect every student." Xi Fan said calmly.

"Just you?" Luo Xing, standing directly in front of Xi Fan, laughed but did not stare at him. Instead, he turned to his two companions: "Zhaifeng Academy? I just learned the name of this academy! Is it famous?"

"Never heard of it." Luo Chong said.

"Don't waste time." Luo Yin was getting impatient. His hand raised slightly, and the blade of his Yiluo knife was already glowing.

A cold light flashed, extremely fast, and instantly passed by Xi Fan's side.

Luo Yin attacked, directly slashing at Mo Lin behind Xi Fan. This was a tremendous insult. He slashed like this, and whether Xi Fan blocked or not, and whether he could block or not, seemed to be completely out of his consideration.

Because they had already seen through Xi Fan's realm. Although he had a rare sixth-level Jingzhi, he was still just a Perceiver, which was not on the same level as a Penetrator. Only a Penetrator could fully unleash the power of soul force. Soul force can be recognized through the six senses, but if one thinks soul force is just that, they are limited. Only at the Penetrator level can one truly appreciate the changes in soul force.

Luo Yin, a Penetrator of Mingzhi, the previous "Silence" came from his Penetrator ability. And the ability he mastered was not just "Silence."

Feiyin Slash!

He had the confidence to ignore Xi Fan because the slash he used this time was a genuine, level-three attack skill that only a Penetrator of Mingzhi could master. How could a Perceiver resist such an attack? He would probably be scared stiff just by looking at it!

The cold light slashed toward Mo Lin's head again. With Mo Lin's physical condition, there was no way he could resist a level-three attack. But at that moment, Xi Fan moved.

Whirr...

There was such a sound again.

No bright cold light, no piercing cry, just the clumsy and simple sound of the bamboo sword rubbing against the air, then it collided with the cold light.

Do you think you can block a level-three attack skill, Feiyin Slash, like this?

Luo Xing and Luo Chong were laughing, with no intention of helping. Luo Yin's expression, however, changed.

This attack could not be blocked. A mere bamboo sword, colliding with his Yiluo knife's Feiyin Slash, was instantly shattered by the soul force, and Xi Fan's right hand, holding the sword, was torn and bloody.

It could not be blocked, absolutely not.

The cold light was still falling.

But, it was off!

There was no great force, no extremely fast speed, but Xi Fan's strike was very accurate and clever. So clever that Luo Yin did not have time to adjust his Feiyin Slash. The cold light passed by Mo Lin, tearing his sleeve and scattering the petals and leaves in the flower bed.

"Go!" Xi Fan shouted. He made a strike, but did not stop there. He then rushed forward, tightly restraining Luo Yin from behind, and kicked Mo Lin to the side.

"Ah..." Mo Lin sighed, "If I had the strength, I would have run."

Mo Lin did not run; he was not that kind of irresponsible person. But it was a pity for Xi Fan, as this had nothing to do with him.

Let him go...

Mo Lin wanted to try to negotiate with the three from Yiluo, but before he could speak, Xi Fan, who was urging him to leave, suddenly had a pained expression.

"Damn!" Luo Yin cursed, breaking free from Xi Fan's arms and smashing an elbow into his face.

Xi Fan fell to the side, but Luo Chong behind him moved even faster. He raised his hand and foot, already jumping back three steps, and pulled out the dagger that had been stuck in Xi Fan's back, blood blooming in the flower bed.

"Spit." Luo Yin spat at Xi Fan, not caring whether he was dead or alive, and took a step toward Mo Lin, their target.

But just as he took a step, he felt something trip his foot.

Looking down, he saw Xi Fan's already bloody right hand struggling to grab his ankle tightly.

"Such a nuisance." Luo Yin looked disgusted, raised his knife, and was about to strike.

But the knife hung in mid-air.

"Behind!!"

Luo Xing and Luo Chong both shouted.

Luo Yin knew. His wrist was grabbed, and he could not move at all. He knew someone was behind him. But what was more terrifying was that he had not sensed anything before. As a Penetrator of Mingzhi, although he did not have detection abilities, the fact that someone could sneak up behind him without him noticing was already terrifying.

"Who is it?" he shouted.

Compared to his previous questioning of Xi Fan, this voice was much more tense and anxious.

Xi Fan was lying on the ground, his right hand severely injured, a knife just stabbed into his back, and his face bleeding from Luo Yin's elbow. His consciousness and vision were both blurry. The third level of Chongzhi's soul force made it hard for him to see who was behind Luo Yin.

Then he felt a powerful force attack his right hand.

He had resolved to never let go of his right hand, no matter what, but when this force came, his resolve wavered. The force was so strong that he felt like he was about to fly. Not letting go was no obstacle to this force.

Xi Fan wisely let go, and then saw Luo Yin disappear from his sight in a flash.

Was he... thrown out?

Everyone saw a figure fly into the air, draw an arc, and then crash heavily to the ground.

A Penetrator of Mingzhi, an unbeatable existence in the eyes of Perceivers, was thrown away like a piece of trash?

Who?

Xi Fan felt he was about to faint, but he was still trying to stay awake. He had to see who this person was.

Then he finally saw clearly.

Damn...

Xi Fan thought to himself, he was really too fixated on Lu Ping. At this moment, he might be about to die, yet he still mistook someone else for this guy.

No...

Wait...

It seemed... really Lu Ping?

Xi Fan used several more glances and finally confirmed he was not seeing things.

Originally about to faint, originally thinking he was about to die, Xi Fan suddenly felt a surge of energy and strength, and suddenly stood up.

"Step back." Xi Fan blocked Lu Ping from behind.

"What?" Lu Ping did not understand.

"Although it may not be worth it, you are still a member of Zhaifeng Academy. The Discipline Team has the responsibility and obligation to protect every student." Xi Fan said, looking around, "Someone else came just now, where are they?"

"This guy is really about to die, talking nonsense. Drag him away, drag him away." Lu Ping said to Mo Lin beside him.