On the Throne: The King of Black and White

After nearly 10 minutes, the natural disaster-like storm disappeared.

The land rolled over, the lawn disappeared, and the playground on the junior campus was in a mess.

Fortunately, the terrifying tornado was artificially locked in place and did not spread or move. There was no major damage to nearby buildings and trees.

On the highest floor of the faculty and staff office building, a stooped old man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He was leaning on a pure wooden crutch, wearing a loose gray nightgown, and his old face was covered with wrinkles.

The old man has gray temples and no beard on his face. On his smooth and shiny forehead, a small lock of hair is neatly combed and lying quietly on the top of his head, showing his final stubbornness.

"Alas..." Staring at the tragic scene of the natural disaster, the old man sighed in a low voice: "Lan Bao is not young, he is already five or sixty years old, how can he still be so impulsive?"

"For an A-level hunter, isn't this the prime of life?"

Behind the old man, there was a tea table.

Above is a game of black and white chess. The chess pieces of both sides are in a stalemate, and the game is in the middle of the game.

On the left side of the tea seat, sat an old man with gray hair and drooping chest. He was dressed in white clothes and a white coat, his eyes were as clear as a mirror, and his rosy face had some wrinkles.

He is the dean of junior year, Ling Sen.

"I didn't get married and have children until I was in my 60s back then. Lan Bao is young and frivolous now. We should understand that."

"Humph!"

The old Mediterranean man on crutches snorted, turned around with dissatisfaction, and angrily yelled at Ling Sen:

"Do you know how troublesome it is to apply for funds!? I have to write a thousand-word report on the playground renovation! Young people are acting recklessly, let me, an old man, wipe their butt!"

"I'm going to deduct her salary! I'm going to deduct all her salary for the past few months!"

The old man waved his cane and bared his teeth and claws at the air.

"Deduct it... Do you think an A-level hunter will be short of that money?"

Ling Sen took a sip of tea, glanced at the other party, and continued:

"Besides, isn't writing reports what you, the principal, should do?"

This Mediterranean old man is Zhong Wenrong, the president of Luzhou Military and Military University, who has been in office for nearly a hundred years.

"I want to retire! This bastard principal no longer wants to work! I want to go back and enjoy my old age!"

The old principal hit the floor with his cane, his face full of anger.

"Old man! You can live for at least 100 years, but don't think about retirement so early."

Ling Sen hurriedly advised him that if this bad old man really ran away, he would be the one to suffer next.

"Hmph! Lan Bao, that stinky brat...I will definitely scold her for an hour at the meeting tomorrow! Let her write a 1-word review for me!"

Principal Zhong walked back to the tea table, picked up the cup, and drank the tea in anger.

Ling Sen chuckled, and while helping the other party refill the tea, he joked:

"If you offend her so much now, aren't you afraid that Lan Bao will really become a monarch in the future... and come back to give you a face?"

"I'm not afraid..." Principal Zhong shook his head and smiled contemptuously: "As long as I die of old age quickly enough! She won't be able to find any trouble with me!"

"And no matter how powerful she is, I taught her her!"

"When the time comes, old man, I will be the monarch's teacher, and I will be engraved on the tomb! Ah...hahaha!"

Looking at the bald old man with a weird smile, Ling Sen shook his head and said helplessly:

"Okay, okay, let's continue the chess game!"

Principal Zhong became quiet, stared down at the chess game, and remained silent.

Snapped--!

"You brat! Did you take the opportunity to secretly change the chess pieces again!?"

The old principal slapped the table and pointed his withered fingers tremblingly at Ling Sen, as if he wanted to poke out his conscience.

"When did I change my chess pieces!? Are you, a bad old man, trying to cheat?"

In response to this slander, Ling Sen was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him.

Principal Zhong had an expressionless face and pointed a chess piece with his crutch.

"This one is obviously a white chess piece! You must have changed it secretly!"

Ling Sen curled his lips and said disdainfully:

"I think you have Alzheimer's disease and your memory is not very good! Let's count the hairs on your forehead first and then talk about memorizing chess!"

"79! I still have 79 hairs on my head, and I count them every morning!"

The elegantly decorated principal's office echoed with the bickering between the two old men, which could not stop for a long time.

……

Looking out at the surface that was swept by natural disasters, the students in the martial arts class looked stunned and couldn't calm down for a long time.

I believe that students in other classes, like them, have the scene just now deeply etched into their minds.

It turns out that this is the true strength of the A-level hunter, which is a monster that is close to the peak of mankind and is like a humanoid nuclear bomb.

"Okay! Now that the various stages of power weaponization have been demonstrated, we have to get down to business."

Lan Bao clapped his hands and focused everyone's attention.

"Ling Xue, did your grandfather teach you the power of martial arts in advance?"

Ling Xue nodded honestly.

"stage?"

"Twist."

Lan Bao showed an expected expression and chuckled:

"Then your progress is much faster than everyone else. The training course must be made separately."

"Are there any students in the class who have practiced entanglement?"

Although she was asking the whole class, Lan Bao's eyes glanced at Zhuang Jianyu. Perhaps in her prediction, only this genius could make advanced progress.

Zhuang Jianyu shook his head slightly. Although he did not come from an ordinary family, his parents had heavy workloads and did not work in the school. He also learned the power martial arts at the normal pace.

Seeing this, Lan Bao withdrew his eyes and just thought of letting it go, but found that several students in the class looked at him a little strangely...

Staying in his seat, Lin Xiao was receiving crazy stares from some classmates.

There are Ling Xue, Bai Shan, Gao Liangxiong, and the three from Class C.

They looked at Lin Xiao silently, with expressions like "How long do you want to keep pretending?"

Lin Xiao pursed his lips and raised his right hand with an introverted and shy smile on his face.

Zhuang Jianyu next to him suddenly looked at him with horror on his face.

"Huh?" Lan Bao looked the student up and down and asked with some surprise: "You also learned the power entanglement?"

Lin Xiao scratched his head and replied shyly: "A little bit..."

As soon as these words were spoken, a few eyes rolled in the classroom, especially Ling Xue who was nearby, with her small mouth curled down into an arch bridge.

"Oh...not bad, not bad!"

Lan Bao crossed his chest with his hands and nodded with surprise in his eyes.

"What's your name?"

"Lin Xiao."

"What's your rank in the year?"

"...382."

Hearing this title, Lan Bao immediately frowned and looked at Lin Xiao with some confusion.

"Your proficiency in power weaponization is so high...it means your mental strength is excellent. Why is your ranking so low?"

"no way…"

With his arm that had just reached 17 points of strength in the morning, he patted his chest with a constitution of 25 points, and a pale smile appeared on Lin Xiao's face.

"I have been weak and weak physically since I was a child, but my mental strength is slightly stronger."

As soon as these words came out, not only Lin Xiao's acquaintances, but also the last enemy's opponents, those from Class F, were also stunned.

The corners of Liu Yuqian's eyes twitched and her lips trembled slightly, as if she was about to spit out some vulgar words.

After enduring more than a dozen disdainful glances, Lin Xiao remained calm and looked at the teacher calmly.

After understanding the student's situation, Lan Bao rested his chin with his fingers and pondered for a while.

"Can you show me the progress of the entanglement? I can plan a course for you."

"Um...full force?"

"of course."

Lin Xiao nodded. It was of course a good thing that the teacher planned a course for him. It would definitely be much faster to gain experience points this way!

But when it comes to entanglement, Ashes mode is not actually a superb ability.

It just relies on the huge energy reserve, overclocking compression and burning power, high consumption and high improvement, and the skills of flying bricks with great strength.

In terms of difficulty, Wu Qinghua, the class teacher, probably asked him to practice, attaching power to external objects and extending it as far as possible...

Lin Xiao put his hand on the floor, and dark gray energy gradually flowed out from his palm.

With the palm as the center, a layer of energy was attached to the surface of the floor, slowly spreading, and then... gray flames swept up!

Bear--!

A circular "sea of ​​fire" ignited in the martial arts class classroom, with a radius of more than 5 meters. The dark gray energy flame yarn burned blazingly, accompanied by terrifying energy fluctuations.

Suddenly there was an exclamation in the classroom. Except for a few acquaintances beside Lin Xiao, the other students within the range of the gray flame jumped up and quickly moved away from this place of right and wrong.

"Ugh…"

Ignoring the frightened swordsman next to him, Lin Xiao sighed heavily as he felt the energy that could no longer be extended.

He shook his head, raised his head, and said to Lan Bao helplessly:

"Teacher, it seems I can only do this one step."

Lan Bao looked at the hell-like ground in silence, and slowly spit out questions in his throat:

"...Only?"