Crown of Silence

In the quiet square, a loud noise suddenly sounded. There were also the sounds of chaotic footsteps in the long corridor.

"Don't block the road ahead of you, get out of the way!"

"The chief student is challenging. Hurry up, it will be gone if you are late."

"I want to see Dongfang Ye defeat the challenger, hurry up..."

"Tch, I think he was hanged and beaten, right?!"

"Mom, I want to be on the bulletin board!"

"Come here, drag this lunatic out quickly..."

At the last entrance, the crowd was in chaos, and finally drove out the lunatic whose head was blown during the experiment. Immediately afterwards, the bustling crowd rushed in like a tide.

A large, dark crowd almost occupied the entire square. Almost everyone was frightened and looked at each other.

"Have you started? Hurry up and fight, I'm in a hurry!"

"Occupy a seat in the front row, take a seat in the front row!"

"Senior brother, don't leave! You, you squeezed out my chicken legs!"

"Hush, be serious! The chief student is challenging!"

Amid the hustle and bustle, the crowd surged. In addition to many students who came to watch after hearing that there was a lot of excitement, there were also teachers who came to watch out of curiosity.

Ye Qingxuan also saw many familiar faces inside, such as Banner with a gloomy face, teacher Bain who had just received a notice and rushed back from outside the school, and so on.

In the crowd, Charles was scurrying around like a fish in water: "I have a little Maza here, who wants it? Who wants it? This year's first chief student challenge, watch it up close, don't miss this opportunity, you will never come back!"

"Who wants melon seeds, soda, and ice cream? The price is five pounds a set. We won't sell them for retail. Don't forget about it."

"Hey, teacher, I have a swivel chair here. Do you want one? It's only fifty pounds, which is cheap! Do you want three? Okay!"

"Ciel..."

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but cover his face and sigh. He should have thought of why this guy mysteriously came to the first grade practice class carrying so many things.

It turned out to be waiting here!

On the spot, Brian's expression changed and he was ready to say something. But he heard a hoarse voice coming from behind him, "Okay, that's it."

From the shadows, Dominic made a voice. '6''9''s''h''u''x''.''c''o''m' He rubbed the peanuts in his hands, threw them into his mouth one by one, and tasted them It tasted good, so I waved:

"Who is that? Come here and get two more packets of peanuts..."

Brian's expression twitched, but he didn't retort.

He glanced at Ye Qingxuan one last time and suppressed his disgust, "Since the school affairs office has certified it, let's start. But the chief student challenge is different from the regular duel, but it can't help but be disabled."

He gritted his teeth and reread this word, announced the start of the duel, and then pulled away.

For a moment, the entire square fell into silence.

It finally started.

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In the circle of the body-eating snake, Bart looked coldly at Ye Qingxuan on the other side.

The two faced each other, caressing their chests and saluting, fulfilling the etiquette of musicians competing. But when the two faced each other, Ye Qingxuan heard Bart's voice:

"You will regret this decision,

I’ve been an apprentice for two years! "

Ye Qingxuan was still cold, just looking at him with that annoying pity.

"If I win, I hope you can promise me something."

He sighed, "My time is precious, could you please read more books and stop giving me such 'brainless trouble'?"

He paused and shook his head, "It's a shameful behavior to waste other people's time."

"Are you scared?"

Bart sneered, "This is just the beginning."

Ye Qingxuan curled his lips: It's really a waste of time.

According to etiquette, after the two saluted, they took ten steps back from each other and happened to stand on the edge of the circle of the body-eating snake. Off the court, Brian held a coin between his fingertips and popped it into the sky.

Bart stared at the coin, watching it tumble in the sky, draw an arc, and finally land in the center of the field, bouncing on the stone and making a crisp sound.

here we go!

At that moment, Bart raised his palm and recited the syllables loudly. The crooked syllables echoed from his mouth. The flash of ether gathered from his fingertips, forming a vague barrier in front of him. .

This is the tactic of "plan before taking action" of the Apocalypse Academy. They believe that timing is more important than reckless temptation. Prioritize your own preservation during combat, constantly accumulate strength, and then seize the opportunity to overwhelm the enemy in one go!

As he chanted, a vague note emerged from his heart.

The runes seemed to have the power of iron and stone, standing majestically in his heart, calming his slightly panicked mind.

This is one of the most common application methods of the protective rune - 'iron', which mobilizes ether to turn into an iron wall to form a barrier around oneself. This effect is long-lasting. As long as it does not encounter explosive runes, it will not be broken easily. Moreover, the syllables can be recited at any time to inject new ether into it and increase its strength.

But just as the note was about to be recited, the moment he raised his head, he was stunned.

He saw his enemy close at hand.

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The moment the coin fell, Ye Qingxuan moved and rushed forward!

In an instant, it was like a mad race. He took a deep breath of cold air, suppressed his lungs, and uttered unclear syllables. The unclear syllables came out of his mouth and turned into faint ripples.

He ignored his unstable breath and began to chant while running!

In an instant, his skin suddenly began to turn red, and his blood vessels burst, as if he was about to be scalded in the high temperature. His speed was still accelerating!

A distance of more than ten meters, passed in a cluster!

Before Bart finished chanting the syllables, Ye Qingxuan had already knocked over the barrier that had not yet formed with his shoulder, and then, his front foot suddenly stepped on the ground, like a nail hammered into the soil.

He looked up and saw Bart's pupils suddenly dilated, and his own reflection in his pupils.

At that moment, Bart opened his mouth to speak, but Ye Qingxuan did not give him such a chance.

He recalled the method Vito taught him,

Relying on the support of his front foot, his fierce momentum was transformed. The force rose from the ground, along the calf, rushed over the waist, rushed to the shoulder, and drove the clenched fist upward, upward, and upward!

Until finally, the punch from the bottom to the top hit Bart's jaw.

With a crack!

The ether dissipated!

With the dislocation of the jaw, Bart's feet almost left the ground in this sudden force, and finally rolled to the ground. On the spot, Ye Qingxuan had a blank expression on his face, but in fact, his heart was extremely sour. This punch was really as Vito said, indescribably refreshing...

And - the finger bones hurt so much!

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he resisted the urge to shake his hands, grimacing in pain.

Bart rolled on the ground in pain, and raised his head in pain, with blood on the corners of his mouth.

"Humble..."

He opened his mouth with difficulty, and before he finished speaking, his eyes went black and he knew nothing.

This duel ended quickly in such a bizarre way before it started for five seconds.

In the stunned look of everyone, Ye Qingxuan recalled Bart's last words: 'Are you scared? ', and couldn't help wanting to sigh.

"I just want to make your psychological shadow area smaller."

He looked down at Bart and shook his head: "Why don't you understand?"

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"Despicable! Really despicable!"

Outside the court, Bart's companion roared: "He fouled!"

"This has nothing to do with the musicians' competition!"

"This is a foul!"

Outside the court, Brian frowned and his expression became gloomy: "This is a musicians' competition, how can you bring up the dirty tricks of street thugs! This competition is you..."

Next to him, someone was cracking melon seeds and interrupted him:

"Teacher, take another look."

With his usual mean smile, Charles pointed at the boy in the field.

Brian was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes fell on the back of Ye Qingxuan's neck, where the burning red blood was flowing continuously, faintly forming the trajectory of the rune.

As the blood rushed, the sound of the surging stream came faintly from the boy's thin body. It was the tendency of blood washing the body.

"Notes·Flow?"

Brian's expression was ugly.

"This is the effect brought by the notes. Didn't they say that notes can't be auxiliary?"

Charles spit the melon seed shells on the ground and said with a sound of "tsk tsk": "It blesses the inside, speeds up the flow of blood, and brings physical strength. It is a very rare application of notes."

Also one of the basic runes, "flow" is basically useless at the apprentice level. Because its effect is not strong, it can only control the movement speed of the fluid, speed up the flow of water or slow down the speed of the water flow.

A musician from the chant school once proposed an application direction, which is to apply flow in his own body, speed up the flow of blood, and then drive other organs in the body to strengthen physical strength in a short time.

The precision required for this kind of enhancement is too precise, and the effect it brings is far inferior to other music under the same conditions, so it is regarded as an unpopular application.

The precise operation of musical notes has always been a challenge that all musician apprentices need to face. This requires long-term familiarity and research on runes, so that one's perception is familiar with them, and continuous release can be used to hone in on sufficient precision.

They never dreamed that there was a pervert who had memorized countless rune syllable records and bypassed the control of ether when applying them. Instead, he directly adjusted the syllables according to the required precision, took a crooked path, and directly skipped this level. .ansh.ｏm

It's like a peerless swordsman needs to be one with the sword. When everyone is desperately familiar with the sword, someone searches the world, using this one when chopping wood, and another one when chopping people. There are also special ones for cutting vegetables and picking locks...

The difficulty is definitely simple for the former, but it is too perverted to want to do the latter. No wonder Charles said that he "forced" the musical notes.

At the original place, Brian's face changed after he realized it, and he always felt that something was wrong.

Until the end, he finally reacted: "No, it's too fast... He chanted the runes too fast. More than half the normal time."

After his reminder, the teachers in the crowd also reacted.

"Yes, the effect is also much weaker."

Finally, someone suddenly realized: "In order to omit some syllables, he weakened the effect... This is the technique of 'fast chanting' in the Chant School."

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"A bunch of idiots, they don't even recognize this."

In the shadows, Dominic spat.

"Hehe, war song chanting... It's rare that someone knows this."

He seemed to remember something and laughed strangely, "Is this little wolf cub Abraham's student? Is it lucky or unfortunate to fall into the hands of a guy who has lost his edge?"

In the field, Brian, who was unable to decide the winner, heard Dominic's voice.

"He didn't cheat." He said, "The competition continues."