Commanding Wind and Cloud

"The Principal said that..." Gabriella lowered her head bashfully, "to split the two confronting camps is conducive to enhancing mutual understanding. The ones who know you best are your enemies apart from your relatives. Only by knowing each other’s advantages and disadvantages we can collaborate better on the battlefield in the future."

Qian Jin nodded his head to show his agreement, just to find that there were more people peeping at him in a strange way. Each of the student groups, whether formed by the same division or the opposing divisions, were now locking their eyes on Gabriella and him, in an almost scornful way.

"This Principal..." Qian Jin frowned hard and felt somewhat uncomfortable. To pressure and provide rich resources to Gabriella was, by all means, good, but should be done in a better way. Due to the open offerings from the Principal, Gabriella had now been isolated by her peers.

"It takes some distance to reach the Torrent Battle Fort from Punitive Expedition Academy." Standing out of the school gate, Qian Jin looked around onto the street. "I will go to find a carriage, while you..."

"Qian Jin."

Abela was dressed neat and beautiful, with hair combed into the trendiest haircut in the Zence Empire and an extravagant magic wand held in the hand. She was staring harshly at Qian Jin and Gabriella’s...magic wand.

The magic wand used by Abela had always been familiar to Qian Jin’s eyes, but that of Gabriella, as exquisite and extravagant as it was, made no special feeling for him. But at the sight of Abela’s angry face, the memory of Gabriella’s magic wand had suddenly come to him. Though not that clear, the last scene and the leading role of the scene was deeply rooted in his mind.

It was Xander’s. Several months ago at the auction in Yulee, he sold a magic wand called [Amber Wand] when he was looking for potion at the price of two million gold coins. Later it was purchased by Jun Wudo, the head of the largest reactionary gang in Yulee.

Now this [Amber Wand] worth two million gold coins was possessed by Gabriella. Qian Jin took a deep breath and observed her magic wand closely. Yes, it was the very magic wand bought by Jun Wudo in the auction at the price of five hundred thousand gold coins.

All of a sudden, Qian Jin understood why Abela cast such a resentful look at Gabriella, as she was the daughter of Xander. Though this [Amber Wand] wasn’t the best magic wand Xander had ever had, it should be one that he was most fond of. But it was now possessed by someone else.

Qian Jin nodded his head slightly. It was normal for Abela to feel unhappy for the magic wand. However, it was Xander, her father’s independent choice to sell the wand to Jun Wudo, having nothing to do with Gabriella. By the way, how did the magic wand get into the possession of Gabriella?

"What? Is it you again? Do you still for a bath in the pond?" Qian Jin looked Abela up and down, just to find this young mage cared too much about fashion in that she trimmed the loose mage robe slim and sexy at the cost of losing much of its original sheltering effects.

Abela flushed and looked at Qian Jin. To be thrown into the pond by him today was the greatest stigma for her over the past months. In fact, over the past years, each time she ran into him, she would be humiliated by him. The most unforgivable thing was his disdainful attitude toward her when even the castellan of Yulee held an amiable attitude toward her.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Abela thought as she clenched her magic wand so fiercely that her face had become distorted. "How dare you oppose me in everything instead of ingratiating me like all others did?" Abela thought to herself.

"Courting death."

A cold sneer rang from the back of Abela. Then a middle-aged warrior with a highly angry and atrocious look paced out.

"What do you think you are? How dare you treat our little princess of the Crystal Magic Tower?"

Abela raised her chin loftily and looked at the warrior retinue who was wearing a piece of gold armor. To be specific, it was a piece of Level 6 Armor privileged for the retinue of the daughter of the Vice President of Crystal Magic Tower.

Qian Jin had nothing to do but shake his head at this spoiled girl, "princess"? Is that a title for everyone? Only the girls born to the imperial family have the right to be called princess throughout the Zence Empire. How dare you call yourself a princess when you are just the daughter of the Vice President of Crystal Magic Tower? Aren’t you afraid of being beheaded?

"Then what do you think you are?" The middle-aged warrior stood against Qian Jin with an iron rod held in his hand. In fact, as the retinue of Abela, it didn’t lie in his obligation to do the bodyguard thing for her, but Abela just offered him an added amount of money, thus he had to spare no efforts to protect her.

Abela made a gesture at the four mages standing behind her secretly, who then clenched their magic wands firmly, and transferred some spiritual power into the magic scrolls they hid under the mage robes.

"Looking for a fight?" Qian Jin lifted his eyebrows slightly. "Aren’t you clear about the rules? To start a fight outside the academy is still deemed as breaching the school provision and the violators will be..."

"Expelled, right?" Abela smiled in a coquettish way, with hands covering her mouth. "I don’t’ care. I have promised them that even if they are dropped by Punitive Expedition Academy, I will find someone better to teach them. In this way, they will live a highly comfortable life."

Qian Jin spread his hands and looked around. "I got it. You are really a smart girl. By not striking directly, the students passing by could be your evidence that you didn’t take part in the fight. If I kill you, I will have to atone for my life according to the law. I am sure your father will make it happen. But you just remember that I will not kill you this time. Instead, I will leave you an unforgettable life experience..."

"Start fighting!" Abela cut in and waved the magic wand at Qian Jin, "Luwan, beat him hard to have him know the powerfulness of the Young Talent Ranking List placeholder."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

All of a sudden, the land under Qian Jin’s feet started twirling fiercely, and piles of thick purple vines roamed toward Qian Jin’s wrists, ankles, and torso.

Vine Entwining Magic Scroll. The four mages activated the magic scrolls given by Abela at the same, by which purple vines winded Qian Jin across every part of his body like millions of serpents.

The long prepared middle-aged warrior Luwan uttered a loud roar and activated his Level 5 Demon Capturer warrior power. Staring at Qian Jin through his lofty beast-like eyes, he thought that this non-bloodline warrior was doomed to die under the strong intertwining of the magic scroll.

An iron stick entwined Qian Jin’s legs and knees.

Level 5 Demon Capturer? Qian Jin rolled his eyes and felt ashamed for this warrior who attacked another warrior with whom he had no rancor before just to please the Crystal Magic Tower. "It was better for you to abandon your warrior’s identity." Qian Jin thought to himself.

Bang! bang...

The iron stick hit Qian Jin upon his body, producing a crisp clashing sound, which made Abela replaced her former venomous look with a highly ecstatic one. "Get away. Let me..."

"How dare you label yourself an executioner with such poor skills?"

Qian Jin’s cold voice rang from the purple vines entwining him, making Luwan feel desperately terrified. What the hell was this? Why weren’t this boy’s bones fractured? What was this seemingly strong body-protection fighting technique he was using now?

Suddenly a big hand poked through the thickly entangled purple vines and pounced at Luwan’s head, the power of which made Luwan feel dizzy as if it was not a human hand poked out him, but a wide black net. The vines winded up around Qian Jin’s arms were stirred up to rupture instantaneously, as if millions of swords and sabers were flying out from the interior.

For the time being, Qian Jin seemed to be a shadow slowly sliding out of a downpour, each step of whom seemed to be stamped on the onlookers’ chest. It seemed as though the entire universe was within his control.

Luwan felt eager to withdraw. Swinging his body, he glided backward as swift as a leopard, but just then Qian Jin seized him by the head fiercely. "It’s normal for a warrior to serve as an executioner for others. But it has gone a little too far for you to try smashing my knee to destroy my future and thus making me live a life of humiliation."

"You...what do you want..." Luwan clenched Qian Jin’s palm hard to try separating the five fingers buckled on his forehead with increasingly stronger power. "I’m also a member of the Warrior Union. I come from the Warrior Union of Hibiscus..."

Qian Jin stamped his left feet somewhere behind and rushed to Abela with his right-hand grasping Luwan’s head. His suddenly fastened inward his five fingers which were immersed in the warrior power sequence of Dividing Metal Multi-Chops.

Bang! Luwan’s head exploded like a ripe watermelon, triggering pungent "pulps" of different colors like red and white to splash here and there. Falling on Abela’s pretty and fair face, the "pulps" changed into a reddish white foam all at once.

"Ah! Ah! Ah..."

Never had Abela run into such a circumstance. In the coming pungent smell, the suddenly blasted head, and the spraying white and red foam, she hurriedly closed her eyes, uttered an incessant scream, trembled fiercely and shrunk down on the ground, casting no other look at Qian Jin standing in front of her.

The other four mages wanted to give a hand, but when seeing Qian Jin’s fierce look, they were all forced to close their eyes and curl up on the ground.

Horrific. As the white and red foams were splashing, Abela cast an askance look at Qian Jin’s eyes.

Never had Abela encountered such a pair of horrific eyes. For the moment being, she seemed to have seen Death standing in front of her in the midnight.

Death. Blood. Killing.

Qian Jin knelt down by Abela and lifted his bloodstained hand to pat her pinky face softly. Soon her lovely mouth-watering face was tainted by dirty blood all over.

"It is your retinue who met his doomsday this time. The next time I will try with you." Qian Jin looked at Abela, the smile of whom made the warrior students standing by quiver uncontrollably. They couldn’t believe that a killer could be chuckling in such a horrific way.

"Trust me. You got to trust me." Qian Jin slowly rose up and walked to Gabriella. Looking back on Abela who was shrinking while shivering, he laughed loud, "I don’t like to tell lies."