Chapter 63: Hit me then, teacher

In a certain confined martial gym in Divine Shield Academy.

The setting sun was soon about to vanish beyond the horizon, its last few remaining afterglows filtering through the transom windows, printing a patch of gold on the ground inside the building.

A slender boy with a bright red scar on his left cheek, his hair cropped extremely short, stood inside like a stern and grave piece of rock. A ruthless desire for battle was all one could sense coming from him.

Around him, six or seven Divine Shield students lay fallen, scattered on the ground.

He ruthlessly cursed them in an icy tone without showing them any quarter. His voice reverberated in this building, piercing like so many sharp knives into the depths of these Divine Shield students' hearts as they lay flat on the ground. Compared to their physical pains, it made these Divine Shield students turn even paler.

“You trashes! You all bloody stand up, is that all you're capable of!”

“So many of you against the one of me, can't you beat me even like this!”

“Stand up!”

“If you were fighting in a real arcane team,...