*PINGG!*

*PANKK!*

This was a scorching hot day.

The rays of light were very dense, and they were pressing down strongly against the 'day' area.

*Huff...*

*Puff...*

Under the intense heat, panting sounds could be heard. They were ragged. They were hoarse.

"Tired already?! There's still fifteen minutes before breaktime! Stop before that and yerr gets extra training!" A burly man shouted harshly at the people infront of him, his chest heaving up and down.

His voice travelled across a large region, those who heard it had their bodies shudder a little, and the clashing figures fought with greater fervour, albeit ever so slightly.

Amongst the fighters, some were fighting with their bare arms and legs, while the rest were supported by equipments of their liking.

On the brick grounds were scattered metal pieces. Some people call them tools, and some call them toys.

*CLANKK!*

A young man had just parried a sword strike.

Just when he was about to launch his counterattack, a sense of crisis enveloped his back, forcing him to turn around whilst raising his shield.

His body motioned an arc. Then, he saw a bald monk and his fist flying towards him.

Having luckily completed his movement in time, his metal shield blocked the oncoming fist. Strangely enough, there wasn't any sound of bones getting crushed, but a metallic bang was heard instead. The immense force made him back up a few steps involuntarily.

Looking at the dent on his shield, he was momentarily stunned.

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"Eight level of Qi Condensation......"

At this time, the monk's body glowed with a suppressing aura, the ground beneath him cracked and fragments of brick flew up into the air.

The same thing happen to the young man. His body let off a surging aura, he raised his shield and mace and looked warily at the other party.

At an instant, the young man raised his mace, and the monk prepared his punch.

*PANKK!*  *PENKK!*  *PANGG!*

Few strikes were unleashed in a split second. The young man was focusing his all on his new opponent, completely forgetting about the one before.

The old enemy had let out a frown, but he didn't say anything and scurried to find new matches.

With someone taking the initiative to release his aura, the others all followed on.

The air became more suffocated and the ground started to look miserable.

The battlefield was already chaotic, and now even more so.

Under the hot sun, the reflections from the blades was especially bright, causing flashes of white to appear here and there.

They were striving. They were fighting. They were like flowers beneath the yellow orb, competing for nutrients.

Zooming out, a black outline of a sphere could be seen.

Zooming out even further, one could see a crow gripping onto a thin branch, its eyes looking towards an entangled mess.

Then, it looked away after a short while.

*CAWWW!*

The crow loosened its grip and flew its black body away. It had seen these kind of scenes for too many times already, it was boring to continue watching on.

Without even realising it, one of its feather had lost contact with its body.

The black feather started to fall downwards, yet it couldn't reach the ground. It was being toyed by the flow of wind. When the wind blew, it could only follow.

By the means of fate, it was currently being pinched gently.

Tracing the hands back to the main body, one could see a young man staring fixedly at the black feather, his entire body frozen like a statue. It was only after a few minutes before movement was made.

He turned to his right,

"A'Ran, do you want some furry clothing? I bet it feels good, at least much better than your damned robe."

Leaning against him on the right was another young man clad in yellow robes.

"Nope, I want just you. Baby, you're my best clothing." The latter smiled.

"Uhuh, alright alright." The former chuckled happily and embraced the latter.