The roar of the freshmen made the gymnasium quiet.
The eyes of Professor Thales and Dean Ron Muth in the stands were full of surprise.
"Are the freshmen this year a little different?"
Rarely during the anniversary celebration, Ron Muth, who had put on the dean's uniform, felt a little uncomfortable. He said in a low voice while pulling the corner of his robe.
"Um."
"After all, there is a different chief student."
Professor Thales said with a smile.
"2567?"
Ronm thought of the maverick freshman, and he couldn't help but think of his missing old friend Smith, and then he felt a headache.
"2567 is different from Smith."
"Perhaps, 2567 is a bit extreme, but he is a good boy."
After seeing Ron Muth's expression, the good old professor immediately defended Qin Ran.
"Good boy?"
Ron Muth glared at the good old professor. He didn't know where the other party came to such a conclusion, but he couldn't figure out what the freshman chief had anything to do with the word 'good boy'. They were completely different. of!
Looking at the good old professor who was still about to explain, Ron Muss waved his hand and pointed to the other side of the stands.
There, a group of neutral professors and the professor in charge of the research room laughed face to face.
"childish!"
"Still too young!"
"I hope I won't be beaten too badly for a while!"
Strength will not be enhanced by roaring.
Facts don't change with thoughts.
They really want to see whether these freshmen can yell again when they face the cruel reality.
And some students in the second, third, fourth and fifth grades who had received special orders and were ready to go, at this time, after secretly looking at each other, a third grader couldn't wait to jump onto the empty space. In the small arena, with a contemptuous smile on the other side, Ping raised his right hand, palm up, and waved in the direction of the arena where the freshmen were.
Micah played without hesitation.
Steiner was about to follow.
But was stopped by Micah.
"I am enough alone."
Micah said so.
Once in the freshman guidance class, Micah wanted to challenge the third graders, but an unexpected appearance made him have to stop.
However, he is about to get his wish.
Although the third grader in front of him is no longer the trash third grader that appeared at that time, he is an elite among the third graders, but he is not the same as he was in the guidance class.
After eating the 'suitable' food, he has already undergone earth-shaking changes.
Not only is he stronger, faster, and stronger, but he also has a strange talent.
And this will be his chance to win!
Micah jumped onto the ring and stood in front of the third grader with a provocative smile on his unruly face.
"I'll break your limbs!"
"I wanted to make you cry then!"
The third grader spoke word by word.
Although the order he received was only to teach this group of freshmen a lesson, but as long as no one was killed, the scope of the lesson was up to him.
Is it simply knocking the opponent off the ring
Or let the other party be seriously injured
It all depends on his mood.
And at this moment
The third grader was in a very bad mood.
Just a new student!
Not that monster again!
How dare you challenge him!
He must teach the other party a good lesson!
The third grader with this idea rushed straight towards Mika after Senior, who was acting as the referee, started.
There is no strategy, much less skill.
It is simply relying on physical strength to suppress people.
Freshmen, although they have already eaten the first food that 'fits' their bodies, but a fast-food-level food is not enough for a third-year student who has eaten at least three meals of the same level in terms of physical fitness. .
Therefore, the third grader is going to crush Micah as fast as possible.
The third grader who rushed in front of Micah raised his hand and punched him.
With a bad wind, this punch went straight to Micah's cheek.
Woo!
Micah's hair was blown and swayed around, but Micah's eyes were staring at the opponent's fist without blinking, without any intention of dodging.
Seeing this scene, people who had heard the rumor that Micah defeated the second grader shook their heads with some anticipation.
"There is no suspense."
"He's getting a little too big!"
"Third graders are fundamentally different from second graders!"
"I hope he won't be beaten too badly!"
Dale sighed.
"Yeah?"
"I don't think so."
"This freshman will definitely surprise people!"
Renata folded her hands on her chest and said with a smile.
"He will win!"
Rare, Jamala echoed.
Looking at the third and fourth grade chiefs who had never been on the same front, the second grade chief couldn't help but look at the fifth grade chief almost instinctively.
"Look, you will know."
'Ty' said with a smile.
But when the second-year chief looked at the ring again, he was surprised to find that Micah, who hadn't dodged, actually blocked the third-year student's punch.
No!
Not blocked!
He grabbed the third grader's wrist!
Under the light, Mica's hands had a faint metallic luster.
Blocking the third grader's fist with one hand, he firmly grasped the third grader's wrist with the other hand, and before the other party could react, he twisted violently.
gaba!
Amid the brittle sound of bones, the third grader's wrist was twisted just like that.
"Ah!"
There were screams, but Mica showed no mercy.
Just as the other party would not show any mercy to him, Mika would not hesitate at this time.
Bang, bang, bang!
The fist that shone with metallic luster was like a heavy hammer, and it hit the third grader in front of him at high speed. After only one round, the opponent collapsed on the ring, with countless bones broken in his body. A person's breathing rapidly weakens.
"Medical team!"
After signaling to the medical team on standby, Senior turned around and said, "The freshman Micah wins!"
"Won!"
Cheers immediately came from the ring where the freshmen were standing.
The second-year chief looked at Micah standing in the middle of the ring in disbelief.
"Awakened talent?"
There is no other explanation for that physical abnormality other than 'talent', but it is really surprising that a freshman awakens his talent.
Such a freshman should be the chief of this session.
I just thought of the second-year chief here, and immediately thought of the real novice chief this year.
Immediately, the second-year principal shrank his neck.
Although the opponent is a freshman, he is also a monster.
It's still the kind of monster that can't be messed with.
"Only such a monster can let such an amazingly talented person act as a deputy?"
The head of the second grade whispered to himself.
Although the voice was very soft, it was clear to the chief students.
"Of course."
"What's so strange about that man having such subordinates?"
The fourth grade chief said with a smile.
"The strong must be followed."
The third grade chief said coldly.
Listening to the words of the two, the second-year chief was a little dazed. He didn't know when the two people who were incompatible with each other became so harmonious.
Then, the second-year chief who suddenly thought of something asked directly.
"Just now you decided that this Micah can win, isn't it because he is the subordinate of that monster?"
"certainly."
"Um."
Facing the same answer, the second-year chief's face collapsed.
At first, he thought that it was because the observation skills of the two far surpassed his that they discovered the difference.
Who knew it could be so
Then, the second grade chief looked at the fifth grade chief.
As the chief of the fifth grade, you should be different, right
When he saw the fifth-year chief holding up his teacup to hide his expression, the second-year chief was in despair.
"What observation, what analysis, just intuition?"
"What's the difference between doing that and guessing?"
"Besides, it's even more unreliable, right?"
The second grader didn't roar out the roar in his heart, he turned around pretending to be indifferent, and looked at the ring at this moment.
After defeating a third grader, Micah, who was qualified to enter the big ring, did not step off the ring, but took the initiative to challenge the fourth grader.
Immediately, the people who were still immersed in surprise looked at Micah in shock again.
Including freshmen!
Stent looked at his friend worriedly, not knowing what to do.
Theoret students will have two watersheds.
The first course is the third grade.
The second course is the fourth grade.
To a certain extent, only students who entered the third grade and completed the first secret realm can truly lose the title of 'freshman'.
And when entering the fourth grade, students who have completed many adventures in secret lands can be called the reserve force of Theoret.
In fact, most of the auxiliary members of laboratories and research laboratories were selected during this period.
Simply put, there is no comparison between a third grader and a fourth grader.
Regardless of strength or combat experience, the latter can beat the former by a few blocks.
Micah knew such things too.
However, he wants to try.
He can't achieve the achievement of the chief who beat all the chief students, but he will try to catch up.
otherwise…
He will despise himself.
It is not his style to give up when encountering setbacks and hide under the wings of others.
Taking a deep breath, Micah looked at the fourth grader in front of him with a fighting spirit.
"Teach him well!"
"Let the other party know how ignorant your arrogance is!"
There were such shouts in the stands and in the arena where the senior students were.
But it didn't affect the fourth graders at all.
The other party looked at Micah calmly, and his body naturally put on a vigilant posture. The many adventures in the secret realm have already let the fourth graders know that when facing an opponent, even if the opponent seems weak, he must do his best.
Any contempt will cost you your life!
The fourth grader with such a mentality quickly grasped the initiative on the field after Senior's start and gained an absolute upper hand.
Micah is like a canoe in a storm, under the fists and feet of the opponent, stretched left and right.
It's not that Micah isn't strong enough.
But the opponent is stronger.
Moreover, has more combat experience and skills.
boom!
Micah made a defensive posture, but the fist of the fourth grader cleverly bypassed Micah's raised arms, and hit Micah precisely on the chin.
Under the heavy blow, Micah's feet left the ground and fell heavily to the ground, the metallic luster on his hands became slack.
Seeing the long-awaited scene finally appeared in the arena, the neutral professors all smiled, and the good old professor made a gesture of 'stop the battle at any time' towards Senior.
The good old professor doesn't want any surprises.
"Mika!"
In the freshman ring, Stent exclaimed.
He desperately wanted to check his friend's injuries, but he knew that he couldn't step into the ring.
Because, once he steps into the ring, it means he wants to fight the opponent.
Use his strength to fight the fourth graders
There is no chance of winning at all!
Only by following the rules and organizing a team of five people to fight each other can there be a slight chance of victory.
However, although he told Stent intellectually that it was right to do so, but emotionally, Stent still couldn't accept that he watched his friend fall to the ground with injuries and did nothing.
The fourth graders standing on the ring clearly watched Steinert's entanglements and struggles.
The other party who had investigated clearly beforehand knew that apart from the chief assistant of the freshman who was knocked down by him, the other freshman was worth paying attention to.
As long as Steinert is also defeated, the freshmen who are not chief will be defeated directly.
So, the fourth grader spoke up.
"Are you the same Steiner who planned this parade of freshman floats?"
"I've heard of you. They call you the chief's most competent deputy."
"But, in my opinion, you are really shit!"
"Usually hide under that chief's wing and live peacefully in Theoret. Once you leave that chief's wing, you can't do anything!"
"Look at what you call a parade of floats!"
"What the hell are these things?"
"At such an old age, you still believe in childish things like campus legends. Do you still wear diapers when you sleep at night?"
Vicious words kept coming from the mouth of the fourth grader.
Although the words were vicious, they did not allow him to be reprimanded.
Because, everyone knows, this is just a 'verbal attack' from a fourth grader.
Provoking and mocking opponents with words is not too much in Teoret, and even in the second grade, there will be special elective courses.
The fourth grader had earned high grades back then.
Moreover, the fourth grader now thinks that he has gained an absolute advantage, and he just needs to work harder to win the victory.
So, why not give it a go
Therefore, the other party's next words became more and more excessive, especially against the campus rumors that Steinert had always believed in, and they continued to verbally attack.
Such words stung Stent, he clenched his fists, and was about to rush forward to fight the opponent, but was stopped by the surrounding students.
"calm down!"
"Don't be fooled!"
The freshmen said one after another.
call! call!
Stent let out a heavy breath, he stared at the other side, he wanted to remember the humiliation at this time, and then...
Stent suddenly rolled his eyes and his body softened.
But, immediately, Stent stood up again.
As soon as he waved his arm, the freshmen holding his arm felt an unstoppable force pouring out of that arm, making them let go of their hands involuntarily, and watched Stent walk towards the ring.
It's over!
The hearts of all the freshmen sank.
But some freshmen found that something was wrong, because Steinert was muttering to himself as he walked.
"He actually scolded like that..."
"Hey... I'm not happy anymore."
"Hey... I'm going to teach him a lesson!"
"Hey... let him kneel down and call you Baba!" u