Bai Qianyu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and slowly walked toward the male student in school uniform. A flash of white light passed by, and her jade-white arms were covered with black dragon scales, with dragon claws appearing on her hands.
"Class President Bai, teach him a lesson. This guy is really asking for it!" Those girls cooperatively made way for Bai Qianyu, each wearing displeased expressions as they looked at the male student.
"Western dragon bloodline... I'm warning you, our vice class president is nearby, don't mess around!"
The male student in school uniform panicked slightly upon seeing the sharp claws on Bai Qianyu's hands. He quickly tapped his forehead, and his body erupted with faint orange-yellow flames. A "king" character appeared on his head, and his hands transformed into large cat paws.
"Hehe..."
Gently swinging her arms, Bai Qianyu's face revealed an enigmatic smile. Her speed gradually increased, her hair flying in the wind, and within a few quick steps, she was behind the male student.
Then her dragon claws heavily struck toward his back. As a feline bloodline bearer, the male student's reflexes were quite fast—he turned around to block with his claws. The next moment, sparks flew everywhere.
"Bang!"
The male student felt a tremendous force and was instantly sent flying, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he landed ten meters away in the reed grass.
"Creak..."
Bai Qianyu approached expressionlessly, the sound of her footsteps on the dry grass like the footsteps of the King of Hell.
The male student didn't dare to be negligent. He quickly scrambled to his feet, his face panicked as he shouted: "Are you crazy? This is training camp—mutual harm will be reported!"
Seeing his appearance, Bai Qianyu stopped and sneered: "Where's that arrogant attitude from just now? This time it's just a lesson for you..."
Before Bai Qianyu could finish speaking.
"Creak... creak..."
At this moment, seemingly due to his shouting, many footsteps appeared around them. About twenty students gradually emerged, led by a tall girl with fiery red long hair and a beauty mark on her face.
"Vice President Zheng Meng, you've finally come... These people deliberately injured me and want to steal the Spirit-Seeking Fox I killed." The male student's tone immediately became much more confident, and his expression toward Bai Qianyu changed from fear to "that's all you got."
The Huawen students didn't speak but formed a surrounding circle around Su Jiu and the others. Zheng Meng scanned everyone and asked with furrowed brows: "Who is your team leader? Won't they come explain after injuring my student without reason?"
Everyone in Su Jiu's team immediately looked around vigilantly. Although private fighting wasn't allowed during training, if someone hit you, what evidence did you have that they were the ones who did it?
Recording? They'd smash your phone!
Su Jiu quietly observed the opposition, then looked at the girl beside her who wanted to make a contract, turning her head to signal for her to explain.
Understanding the hint, and with powerful backing, the girl suddenly found courage. Looking at the dead Spirit-Seeking Fox on the stone slab, she pointed at the male student and said softly: "The little fox went to help your team member, but he directly killed the little fox..."
"You're slandering me! You were clearly trying to steal my demon spoils of war."
With backing, the male student immediately straightened his back, forgetting how the blood at the corner of his mouth got there.
"You! You killed the demon I wanted to contract and still have the nerve to twist right and wrong!" The girl was immediately furious but couldn't find words to refute.
Zheng Meng looked at the male student, then asked the girl who wanted to make a contract: "I see this fox died directly and didn't return to your mental space. You haven't contracted it, right?"
Contracted pets on the verge of death would be forcibly drawn into the mental space by the contract formation for recovery—this was a fact that even the owner couldn't change, and why many people were extremely cautious when choosing their first pet.
Not expecting Zheng Meng to ask this, the girl fell silent for a moment, only able to nod lightly, her teeth gently biting her lip. But the contract would have been completed soon—it would have happened tonight...
Ignoring her, Zheng Meng turned to look at the male student and asked: "Did you take photos?"
"Class President, I actually didn't mean to..."
The male student obviously didn't expect why Zheng Meng would ask this. He was stunned for a moment, wanting to explain something.
Seeing the male student stammering, Zheng Meng's brows furrowed slightly as she said coldly: "Li An, I'm asking you a question!"
The male student named Li An immediately shuddered and quickly said: "I took them... I took them."
"Well done."
Zheng Meng spoke as if praising him, then raised an eyebrow at the girl: "You can't possibly be the one in charge. Have the person in charge come out to talk. My Huawen people absolutely cannot be bullied casually."
Hearing this, Su Jiu's brows furrowed slightly. She hadn't expected the other party to be so protective...
"I'm their vice class president. What do you want?" Bai Qianyu came to Zheng Meng's side. Although she was shorter, the dragon claws on her hands still carried impressive momentum.
"Have your people kneel and kowtow in apology to my person, or don't blame us for using numbers against you—we'll beat you until you submit."
Zheng Meng glanced at the dragon claws on Bai Qianyu's hands, and her aura immediately exploded. A cat's white tail emerged behind her, and her hands transformed into white cat claws.
The claws were much sharper than the male student's tiger claws, giving the feeling they could instantly kill someone—clearly reaching the level of an Intermediate Warrior.
Hearing this, the surrounding Huawen students all showed knowing expressions. White light flashed on their bodies, and over ten people had reached the level where they could transform.
Bai Qianyu's face immediately showed an ugly expression. The other side actually had so many people who could transform. Just as she was about to look toward Su Jiu, her own classmates loudly shouted:
"Class President Bai, if we're going to fight, let's fight! At worst we'll just get beaten up. We've been annoyed with them for a while!"
This was a rather square-faced male student who also summoned his bloodline, creating earth barriers around everyone—this should be from some earth-type creature.
Following the male student's words, the surrounding students gradually reacted. Those who could transform activated their transformations, while those who couldn't rolled up their sleeves, ready to fight bare-handed.
Seeing this, Su Jiu smiled with satisfaction. Training camp should cultivate exactly this kind of spirit. She then waved at Bai Qianyu and walked toward Zheng Meng, saying as she walked: "Forget about a big brawl. You and Little Bai can duel one-on-one. If Little Bai loses, what's wrong with me apologizing to you?"
"What qualifies you to negotiate terms with me?" Hearing this, Zheng Meng looked down at this girl who was as beautiful as an elf, chuckled, bent down teasingly and said: "Tsk, little sister, it would be such a shame if this pretty little face got messed up later. Why don't you stay in big sister's arms?"
I really want to thoroughly ravage her.
Hearing Zheng Meng's words, Bai Qianyu felt her eyelids twitching wildly, her claws almost unable to resist slashing over.
This woman wants to steal her body pillow?
Ignoring the teasing, Su Jiu continued walking slowly. This movement made Zheng Meng think the other party really wanted to come into her arms, so she smiled: "If you, little cutie, are willing to spend a night with big sister, it's not impossible to let you leave safely."
The Huayang crowd immediately looked at Zheng Meng with strange expressions—eyes filled with shock and admiration.
"What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I'll beat you so badly your own parents won't recognize you."
Feeling their gazes, Zheng Meng's brows shot up angrily. Just as she was about to say something, Su Jiu had already reached her.
"Hehe..."
Su Jiu looked at Zheng Meng's equally barren chest, silently lamenting that such height and fair skin were wasted. She instantly became expressionless and gripped her dagger.
Before the other party could react, she moved like a ghost to behind her, lightly stood on her tiptoes, placed the dagger against her neck, and said softly: "Is this qualification enough?"