Chapter 548: Blockade
In response to Su Jiu’s question, the bald youth smiled and did not hide anything, only replying,
“Yes, and I also received favor from the ”Dragon Thief.“ If it weren’t for the foundation she spread her investments into, I might still be a street wanderer, and I wouldn’t be the current Saint Fist Ryan.”
Hearing this, Su Jiu was a little surprised. It seemed that the Phantom might indeed be Queen Maria. The previous clues – “The clock tower is made of the bones of some creature” and “Maria is not a member of the Snow Demon tribe” – both linguistic clues undoubtedly pointed to one conclusion.
The Dragon Thief is the Phantom, who is Queen Maria!
After calming down a little, Su Jiu asked another question: “It seems that this ”Dragon Thief“ is quite famous in the Snow Country’s imperial capital. What exactly did she do back then?”
“Born as the imperial princess of the Western Dragon tribe, yet she took on the name of a chivalrous thief, hiding herself with special cards. She stole the ill-gotten gains of kings, princes, and nobles of various countries, and then distributed them among human and demon commoners.”
Glancing at Su Jiu’s surprised expression, the bald Ryan suddenly spoke with a smile, his eyes filled with a hint of longing.
“Some say she did this to cleanse her karma, but there’s an old saying in Dragon Country: a gentleman judges by actions, not by heart. The orphanage I was in received her funding, which allowed me, with my aptitude for cultivation, to smoothly become a Demigod. Afterwards, to thank this chivalrous thief, I met Levitt, who is now the Snow Emperor.”
“So you were also invited by the Snow Emperor to compete for the National Master position?” Su Jiu felt that everything was now clear. If she hadn’t arrived, perhaps this person would have done everything for her.
But the devilish Pope predicted by the Tarot cards shouldn’t be him.
“More or less.”
Ryan nodded with a smile, then looked at Su Jiu with a puzzled gaze. He took in her special Hanfu, and finally settled on her face, softly saying, “Being able to easily dodge the fatal blow from Elder of the Frost Ghost Tribe, your strength should be that of an elder from Dragon Country’s dark forces, right?”
As soon as Ryan spoke, Green, who was standing beside them,’s expression slightly tightened. He swallowed and looked at Su Jiu with a hint of admiration.
The elders of the Night Watcher are not comparable to elders from other associations; each elder can easily crush an ordinary Intermediate Battle God. Above them are the so-called Grand Elders.
“No, I’m only an elder yet.”
Su Jiu naturally knew what he was referring to. Since the other party was being frank, she wouldn’t be secretive either.
Her strength was indeed still far from that of an elder. Facing an Intermediate Battle God, she basically had no chance of winning. Even fighting an Initial Stage Battle God, she could only barely kill those with low HP and close-combat weaknesses.
“An elder? That’s a bit beyond my expectations. I thought you might be on the same level as my superior, but to have this level of strength at 18 years old is monstrous by any country’s standards.”
Hearing Su Jiu’s words, Ryan was somewhat surprised. Some of her abilities, like “Instant Slash,” looked like something only a Battle God could accomplish.
This made him suspect that Su Jiu was likely playing a role, deliberately revealing her Initial Stage Battle King cultivation to make those monsters let down their guard. It was even possible that using the ”Dream Flower“ was also done to make the opponent let down their guard.
“It was gained through many near-death experiences. Aren’t you going to listen to my experiences?”
Hearing the other party’s praise, Su Jiu chuckled and shook her head. The next moment, she suddenly turned her head as if she had discovered something, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes.
She waved to everyone again, and began to recount some of her experiences appropriately, but omitted many private secrets, attributing them to luck as an explanation.
The students listened to Su Jiu’s story-like experiences with curiosity, but gradually became engrossed. They vowed that they would not have experienced so many things in their entire twenty-plus years.
When it came to the war between the two countries of Yela, even Ryan, who hadn’t paid much attention initially, started listening. The latter glanced at Su Jiu, then looked into the distance. A hint of helplessness was evident on his face, which resembled that of an office worker. He muttered to himself,
“We executives don’t like war either. Those who truly like war are actually just the alchemist families; as long as war breaks out, they gain a lot of money.”
“Perhaps, in this world, there are too many things we cannot control.”
Su Jiu glanced at him, seeing sincerity in his eyes, and sighed.
“Miss, you have already done enough. In this world, even a Battle God cannot truly contend with the state machinery – the seeds of peace have been sown, and our ancient Eastern country will do its utmost to nurture them.”
Bernice’s voice echoed in Su Jiu’s heart, with a faint gentleness, like sunlight carrying a hint of warmth, gently touching the beating heart in the winter.
“After things settle down here in the East, let’s go see how everyone at the International Red Cross is doing. I heard they’ve all been given mandatory paid leave.”
Listening to Bernice’s voice, Su Jiu smiled, exhaled a thin breath, and looked forward to the future with a little anticipation.
After an unknown amount of time, the morning sun was covered by frost mist. Its afterglow fell on the dragon’s back through the energy shield, casting a hazy shadow on everyone’s faces. The story was also nearing its end, and everyone listened with a sense of lingering interest.
At this moment, Su Jiu slowly stood up, her gaze fixed on the sky in front of the giant dragon. She saw storm-like clouds blocking their path, making it impossible to see the way forward.
Before she could speak, the slightly chubby vice principal, standing on the dragon’s head, lightly tapped his cane. The flame giant dragon flapped its wings and stopped, then turned its head to look behind them, smiling faintly,
“You’ve followed us all this way; is it to intercept us here in advance?”
“Heh heh, as expected of Stanford’s vice principal. Your strength should be close to Intermediate Battle God level, right?”
A figure slowly appeared about a hundred meters behind them. Looking at his appearance, he was similar to Kantu’er from before, but his face, like withered branches, bore a sinister smile.
“Hand over the person who killed my grandson, or don’t blame us for being rude!”
The next moment, dozens of tall figures appeared behind him with a “swoosh swoosh!” sound. Their fangs were exposed from their split jaws. They were indeed Frost Ghosts, and their lowest aura was at the Battle King level.
“To capture me, these Frost Ghosts have really gone to great lengths.”
Shifting her gaze away from the ”small fries“ among the Frost Ghosts, Su Jiu could feel the aura of an Intermediate Battle God emanating from them, only slightly weaker than that of the Grand Elder.
The students’ gazes all turned to the slightly chubby vice principal. Green also couldn’t help but look at the latter with concern. In this situation,
The slightly chubby principal clearly sensed this as well, and his expression also became grim. Frowning, he said loudly,
“Kantu’er brought this upon himself by being on the field. Similarly, they signed the Snow Emperor’s life-and-death contract. If you want to make trouble, our principal at Stanford University is a senator from Eagle Country and also a High-tier Battle God…”
The gap between Initial Stage Battle God and Intermediate Battle God is significant, not only in terms of Laws but also in basic attributes, which differ by nearly one and a half times.
“Identity and influence are useless here. As long as you die, those outside will only think it was the Snow Demons… Third Elder!”
Hearing the words of the slightly chubby principal, the strange person chuckled, and as if speaking to himself, he suddenly waved his hand. In front of the dragon, an old man with dark skin appeared, exuding an extremely dense aura. He was indeed another late-stage Initial Stage Battle God.
Feeling the pincer attack from front and back, the students’ faces turned somewhat pale. This was their first time experiencing such a certain-death battle. If they were to fight head-on, they would very likely become cannon fodder with their strength.
“Don’t worry, Stanford will not do anything deceitful.”
Glancing at the stunned Su Jiu, Ryan once again summoned his gauntlets and stretched his neck. The other party’s attitude clearly indicated an intention to fight.
“Since you are being so aggressive, let’s have a fight then.”
The slightly chubby principal’s face darkened slightly. He flicked his hand, and a crimson flame solidified into a mage-like robe that clung to his body. Then, with a flash of white light, a crimson flame staff appeared in his hand.
“Heh heh… it’s not necessarily a fight after all.”
The grandfather of Kantu’er from behind suddenly let out a laugh. His gaze swept over the pale faces of everyone, and finally landed on Su Jiu’s face.
A terrifying smile reappeared on his withered face. He slowly raised his finger, like a withered branch, and pointed at her, coldly sneering,
“Hand her over, and you can leave. After all, we don’t want to offend a major power like Eagle Country.”
