Chapter 167: Burning with Rage

A few days before, Beya was badly hurt after his own magical beast fiercely pounced and bit him.

But as the only legitimate grandson of Marshal Beian, one of the three grand marshals of the Empire’s military, Beya naturally received full treatment and care. In just two or three days, he appeared bouncing and lively before Lin Qi and his group.

He still wore a splendid, pale gold armor, but this time Beya had a crimson red cloak added to his outfit. The long cloak fluttered in the wind, and Lin Qi, with his sharp eyes, noticed densely embroidered magic arrays in golden thread on the inside of the cloak. Clearly, after his armor was shattered by his magical beast last time, Beya not only changed into a new set of Magic Armor but also added this magic cloak for protection.

Furious, Beya strode aggressively up to Yulian, his nose almost touching Yulian’s nose. He roared angrily, “Yulian, you lowly scum! What right do you have to be here? Is this a place for someone like you?”

Both Lin Qi and Long Cheng acted the same way, tucking their hands into their sleeves and craning their necks to watch the commotion. Neither of them spoke or made a move to intervene. Of course, if Beya dared to do anything excessive to Yulian, Lin Qi would not hesitate to reveal his true self, pull out an axe, and split Beya’s head open.

Yulian didn’t speak either. He shrugged and took a step back, but Beya pressed forward step by step, still roaring face to face at Yulian, “You failed Noble, the disgrace of all Nobles on the Continent! You’re a schemer who desperately claws your way up, a shameless lowlife! How dare you show your face here?”

Beya’s words were too insulting, and Yulian started to get angry. Although Beya had powerful backing, Yulian was now close to Tixiang. If he allowed Beya to insult him freely, Yulian would not only lose all face for his own family but also bring shame upon Tixiang.

Nobles valued face above all. If Yulian did not respond to Beya’s unprovoked yelling and insults, he would immediately be ostracized by all Nobles. Even Tixiang would no longer keep a coward who lacked the courage to defend his own honor by his side.

So Yulian gripped the hilt of his sword, channeling threads of Combat Qi into the Magic Sword that Lin Qi had given him. His deep blue eyes blazed with anger as he reprimanded Beya word by word, “Lord Beya, you’re like a mad dog biting people at random. Is this the glory of being a Noble? You’re the one who has disgraced all Nobles on the Continent! Which Noble acts as crazily as you do?”

Beya was so choked by Yulian’s words that he struggled to breathe. He glared furiously at Yulian, his right hand also gripping his sword hilt, strongly tempted to strike Yulian dead with one swing. Lin Qi, standing beside Yulian, slowly stepped forward. His left foot shifted, and his right hand clenched into a fist. If Beya dared to act recklessly, Lin Qi would not hold back either. Marshal Beian was always stationed at Norman Fortress, and his sons were not in the Imperial Capital. Beya was alone here, and Lin Qi was fully confident he could deal with him without alerting anyone.

What was killing a Noble, after all?

Lin Qi let out a few sinister chuckles. The cold, deadly aura made Beya retreat quickly like a startled sparrow, staring at Lin Qi with alarm and uncertainty. Those sinister laughs and the killing intent coming from Lin Qi made Beya extremely uncomfortable. He felt as if needles were pricking his whole body, as if Lin Qi might attack him at any moment.

After giving Lin Qi a wary look, Beya discreetly stepped back several more paces. Over a dozen big men in silver armor hurried over, tightly surrounding and protecting Beya. Long Cheng suddenly sneered, “What a brave and fearless Noble! Wearing a full suit of armor, yet retreating just because of a few words from us unarmed, innocent common folk!”

Long Cheng’s vicious taunt made Beya’s face turn purple with rage. He angrily wanted to rush forward and teach Long Cheng a harsh lesson, but Yulian had already fearlessly drawn his sword. Combat Qi flowed through the light blade, stimulating the magic arrays engraved inside to release a marvelous magical force.

With a casual, light swing of the sword, the blade created dazzling, dreamlike light and shadow, reminiscent of a child’s fairy tale fantasy. A bone-chilling cold was hidden within the illusion. Although Yulian only swung his sword once, it seemed as if he had thrust forward dozens of times.

The magnificent and elegant sword gleam fully met the Nobles’ current standards for refined sword skills. Several young masters who had just stepped out of their carriages not far away cheered with delight, clapping and shouting praises. A Young Girl in a white-gold cloak giggled and said, “Beya, aren’t you called the strongest Warrior of the young generation in the Imperial Capital? Defeat him! I might agree to a date with you!”

But Beya stood frozen in place, his face ashen. He stared fixedly at the sword in Yulian’s hand, his right hand gripping the hilt tightly.

Yulian was actually using a Magical Weapon. Judging by the strange and beautiful gleam the sword gave off, the magic arrays engraved on it were clearly very advanced, far surpassing ordinary enchanted weapons. How could a declining Baron family possess such a priceless treasure that couldn’t be measured in Gold Coins? None of Yulian’s ancestors had been high-ranking military commanders; such high-quality gear couldn’t possibly be a family heirloom.

Teach Yulian a lesson?

But Lin Qi and Long Cheng exuded a chilling aura that made Beya hesitate to act recklessly. Especially Long Cheng, who stood to the side with a mocking smile—he seemed like a vicious dragon, imposing a terrifying mental pressure on Beya. Beya didn’t dare move, not even a little.

Just as Beya found himself in a difficult position, amid the boos from the arriving spoiled young Nobles of the Imperial Capital, an angry roar suddenly erupted.

“Yulian, you and your despicable, shameless bunch! Where is Enzo? Where is that vile Enzo? Where is that scoundrel Lin Qi? Tell them I challenge them!” A white glove suddenly flew out from the crowd and struck Yulian hard in the face.

Black Horse Haus, who had been fooled by Lin Qi and lost face, causing a group of his close friends to be forced to leave the Army Academy early, charged out from the crowd in a furious rage. Trembling all over, his eyes red, Haus roared furiously and strode straight over to Beya’s side.

Bowing deeply and respectfully to Beya, Black Horse Haus shouted, “Lord Beya, please give me this chance! Let me teach these dishonorable scoundrels a harsh lesson!”

Beya felt a surge of delight inside. He nodded slowly and patted Haus’s shoulder firmly. “Haus, I know of your courage. I grant you this opportunity!”

Black Horse Haus turned around and stared coldly at Yulian. “Tell Enzo and that bunch of cowards—this is my challenge to all you shameless people. After the semester starts, the Army Academy’s final year has a Combat Drill. I challenge you!”

Pointing his thumb at his own chest, Haus looked arrogantly at the sky. “Do you dare?”

Yulian gave a bitter smile and turned to look at Lin Qi.

Lin Qi slowly nodded.

Combat Drill? Who’s afraid of whom?