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"It’s so lucky that I’ve accumulated some related knowledge in this field, or the missed lessons couldn’t be made up for." Qian Jin took out the Hundred Battle Ranking List from his warrior dimension, turned to the page where Wei Buhuan’s name was recorded and then looked at the upper rankings.

The 39th...the 38th...the 35th...

Hundred Battle Ranking List set limits on the ranking one could challenge in the highest degree, proclaiming that he or she could at most challenge someone who ranked ten seats above. So that means the 30th...

Linguan Youhun? Qian Jin blinked several times. What the hell was with this luck of his? To have run into a rival bearing the surname of Linguan? Qian Jin knew instantly without having to refer to the subsequent introduction that this person was a Griffin Bloodline Warrior.

A Griffin Bloodline Warrior from the first grade? The introduction said this was a Demon Slayer with a height of one hundred and eighty-nine centimeters, a wingspan of one hundred and ninety-five centimeters, and a weight of two hundred pounds.

Qian Jin rubbed his eyes hard. A Demon Slayer? A Griffin Bloodline Warrior who had condensed a Warrior-Heart? In this way, he ought to be a highly gifted warrior who awakened the bloodline power shortly after setting foot onto the awakening altar.

As one of the top ten bloodline warrior families in the Zence Empire, the Griffin Bloodline Warrior was secondary only to the three ultimate bloodline warrior families.

Qian Jin looked through the references carefully, just to find that some of the bloodline warriors from the Qian Family who were of the same age as this Griffin Bloodline Warrior hadn’t condensed a Warrior-Heart. Thus as a Griffin Bloodline Warrior, this one called Linguan Youhun enjoyed great talent.

"He ranks the 30th..." Qian Jin looked at the higher rankings on the list and lifted his hands to rub his chin bemusedly. As far as he was concerned, the 28th and 29th seats weren’t necessarily stronger than Linguan Youhun, so why didn’t the latter challenge them? Didn’t the entirety of the top ten bloodline warriors hold a collective sense of honor toward the ranking?

The 90th seat of the Hundred Battle Ranking List... the 80th seat ...the 70th seat ...

Looking through the record of Linguan Youhun’s ascension, Qian Jin couldn’t help burst out laughing as it turned out that this person was really interesting in that he invariably chose the one whose ranking was higher than him by ten. Was this because he was unable to conquer the 20th seat of the Hundred Battle Ranking List for the moment being?

"Personal Combat Division, class one, grade one?"

Qian Jin felt somehow shocked. Though the bloodline warriors possessed strong individual combat power, they would generally choose the Command Division after coming to the advanced warrior academies for trying to become time-honored generals in the future, especially for the Griffin Bloodline Warrior Family, one of the top ten bloodline warrior families who had cultivated numerous famous generals. Why did this boy choose the Personal Combat Division?

"Excuse me. Is Linguan Youhun in this class?"

Standing outside the classroom of Class one, Grade one in the Personal Combat Division, Qian Jin knocked at the door gently, heart filled with inexplicable excitement. This was his first time taking the initiative to challenge someone else.

The classroom of the Personal Combat Division was extremely spacious, on the wall of which was nailed a big blackboard. Instead of containing bundles of characters, this blackboard was mostly filled with drawings of the breakdown moves for both one-to-one combat and individual practice.

Different from the oil paintings created by art masters that were full of aesthetic appreciation, the drawings on the Personal Combat Division’s blackboard were enveloped in a strong murderous sensation.

The breakdown of fighting techniques and front-line fighting skills constituted the cultural curriculum of the Personal Combat Division.

There weren’t desks, but hassocks woven by cattail used for sitting on for practicing warrior power.

The Personal Combat Division attached sole importance to consummate personal combat power, casting away the indoctrination of any tactics, strategies and even flag signals.

"Who is looking for me?"

A young man with two long golden eyebrows and bumping muscles rose up from the crowd and flashed a look of surprise at the sight of Qian Jin. "Qian Jin? I saw you last night. You were the one who injured Wei Buhuan heavily."

A commotion rippled in the silent classroom. All warrior students in the classroom turned to look this intruder up and down. Was this the so-called Qian Jin who refused the invitation of Linguan Skylan, the strongest student on campus at last night’s ball?

Under the close gaze from all directions, Qian Jin felt as if he had come back to the West Mountain in the endless world and was now being stared at by hordes of demon beasts cloaked behind the bushes.

The students in the Personal Combat Division worshipped and chased after personal martial force frantically, so in the presence of the one who won Linguan Skylan’s favor of incorporating into the retinue group, every one of them was eager to challenge him.

"Hello." Qian Jin nodded his head slightly. "I’m here to challenge you."

Challenge? All students in the classroom looked at Qian Jin with great surprise. Did this bloke know what he was doing now? It was Linguan Youhun! The Griffin Bloodline Warrior who came from one of the top ten bloodline warrior families in Zence Empire.

Though being a freshman, Linguan Youhun had already got the 30th ranking in the Hundred Battle Ranking List. Should he put in the effort, he would very likely be able to defeat the 26th or the 25th bearer of the Hundred Battle Ranking List.

But Qian Jin, being a warrior apprentice who had just won the 40th winner Wei Buhuan, was now dreaming about challenging Linguan Youhun whose ranking was higher than him by ten. Where did his guts come from?

Linguan Youhun also looked at Qian Jin with astonishment. Ever since he had his name listed in the Hundred Battle Ranking List, never had a senior student come to challenging him due to his younger age and thereby he thought that no one in Punitive Expedition Academy would dare fight against him before he defeated his cousin Linguan Skylan.

Linguan Youhun, the Griffin Bloodline Warrior, raised his chin slightly. He couldn’t believe that given his invincible noble bloodline power which was as strong as to hoodwink demon kids to go to bed, there could be someone itching to challenge him. The one who refused the invitation from his cousin Linguan Skylan last night.

Funny. Really funny. Linguan Youhun tried to recall Qian Jin’s bold performance during last night’s party. Thinking of that made him quiver incessantly. To tell the truth, he joined the Punitive Expedition Academy to chase after his cousin Linguan Skylan, and finding fun fights was a part of it. However, no one ever came for a challenge since the first day he was enrolled. But now, on the point of his losing passion and interest, someone came with the aim of fighting with him!

"Great! Let’s go to the battle ring!" Linguan Youhun strode out of the classroom, came to Qian Jin, and patted him on the shoulder gently. "I have been thinking about meeting you someday. I also want to have a look at the long-lost divine fighting technique Latent Thunder."

Qian Jin cast a strange look at Linguan Youhun, who was walking with him shoulder to shoulder, saying to himself that this person was quite different from most bloodline warriors. Even Hoare Tee, the Flame Bear Bloodline Warrior who didn’t come from the top ten bloodline warrior families, was enveloped by a strong sense of superiority in front of ordinary warriors.

As a member of the Griffin Bloodline Warrior Family, a family who ranked top among all top ten bloodline warrior families in the Zence Empire, Linguan Youhun held such a casual attitude, which was in sharp contrast with the other Griffin Bloodline Warrior who behaved quite imperiously last night.

Especially today, when the scramble for Hundred Battle Ranking List was going occur, Linguan Youhun acted very nonchalantly. He was definitely a strange one.

The other warrior students of the Personal Combat Division stared blankly at these two people talking while leaving and then started rushing at the door insanely, fearful that they might miss this most eye-catching fight should they arrive late. For the time being, the small entrance at the door was blocked, triggering an incessant creaking sound on the door frame.

"Damn it! Who is jostling here?! Would it kill you to slow down?"

"What the f**k! Why can’t you slow down? Would it kill you to slow down?"

"Who is putting on airs here? Just fight with me one on one after I squeeze out of the door."

"It’s a deal! But it shall be made after I witness Linguan Youhun’s fight or else I will be distracted."

"Stop jostling! Let me out first!"

"For what? Who do you think you are?"

A dozen warrior students succeeded in making it out of the classroom door, while the formerly delicately decorated door had now been smashed completely, looking like a piece of ruins from the battlefield.

"What’s wrong with these warrior students? What drives them so crazy?"

"You just have to ask. Hey buddy, what are you doing here?"

"Qian Jin is going to fight with Linguan Youhun for the ranking on the Hundred Battle Ranking List. Get out of my way. I have no time to talk with you!"

A student from the Personal Combat Division pushed aside the other classmates standing in his way and rushed toward the direction Qian Jin had just left.

"What? Qian Jin is going to challenge Linguan Youhun, the Griffin Bloodline Warrior, the 30th seat of the Hundred Battle Ranking List today, after defeating the 40th? Is he insane?"

"Yeah, it’s Linguan Youhun! The great Griffin Bloodline Warrior! Does Qian Jin regard him as an ordinary warrior like Wei Buhuan?"

"What are you waiting for? Just follow them!"

Just within a short time, the Punitive Expedition Academy appeared to be in the middle of a storm where the news that Qian Jin was going to challenge Linguan Youhun spread over the warrior division. Even some mage students had heard about this news and began inquiring about the battle ring section Qian Jin had gone to.

Soon, the battle ring was encircled by hundreds of people, some of whom had even brought snacks like melon seeds with them.

"Who do you think will be the final winner?"

"Is there anything to doubt about? It will definitely be Linguan Youhun! He is a Griffin Bloodline Warrior, the bloodline branch that ranks top among the top ten bloodline warrior families in the Zence Empire."

"Don’t say that! I heard that Qian Jin defeated Wei Buhuan effortlessly last night. So when fighting with Linguan Youhun, he might still have some chances of winning."

"So what? How could you compare Wei Buhuan with Linguan Youhun? Wei Buhuan is just an ordinary warrior, while Linguan Youhun comes from the noble Griffin Bloodline Warrior Family. Have you ever heard of a bloodline warrior freshman losing to an ordinary one of the same age in a warrior academy?"

Hearing this, the several warrior students who wished to moralize Qian Jin stopped saying anything, shrunk like leaked rubber balls and exchanged a look filled with hopelessness.

Compared to ordinary warriors, bloodline warriors enjoyed too many advantages. Each time their bloodline power got awakened, they would undergo a period of growth, the quantity and quality of which were unimaginable for ordinary warriors to catch up with. Upon one awakening, the bloodline warriors could draw an unreachable gap in overall strength with the ordinary warriors.