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"Alright, if you don't want to do it, fine! Then I won't force you."

After saying that, Kahn gave Klein a malicious smile before disappearing, leaving Joseph and Quaid looking at Klein with some confusion.

"Just now! Where were we?"

Klein prompted.

"We agreed that we wouldn't meet with that Miss of yours again."

"Miss? Miss Agatha!" Quaid muttered, as if he had forgotten something.

Joseph, standing beside him, stared blankly at Quaid.

"Quaid, what did we come here to do?"

The poker-faced Quaid frowned.

"We came here? Our purpose in coming here is to kill Klein."

"Whoosh!"

Before he could think further, an ice arrow grazed his cheek and flew past. Klein touched his face, which now had some blood on it.

Although he had dodged it, the ice arrow had still cut his skin. It was an ice arrow aimed at his face, trying to ruin his looks!

Klein was both angry and helpless.

"You two, can you sober up?"

But looking at the red glint in their eyes, Klein knew that today's matter probably wouldn't end peacefully.

Facing Joseph's incoming fist, Klein no longer retreated.

"Buzz!"

The scene of Klein being sent flying by a punch didn't happen. His fist stopped in front of Klein, as if blocked by an invisible wall. Joseph was somewhat surprised and asked Quaid.

"The power and battle qi are being neutralized by something here. What did he do?"

"It's a static field, a very special magic."

Quaid didn't finish his sentence. Although the static field was special, it would require at least second-tier magic power to block the fist of a second-tier warrior.

While Joseph and Klein were entangled, a dozen ice arrows floating in front of Quaid shot towards Klein.

"Pfft!"

One of the ice arrows pierced between Klein's two ribs. Although it didn't pierce his lungs, it was still very dangerous.

Forced to this point, Klein was already somewhat unbearable. Regardless of whether the other party was normal or not, he could no longer hold back.

"Damn it, being inexplicably forced to this point, I can't just stand here and take a beating, right?

The reason I haven't lost my temper is not because I don't have one, but because I'm too weak to be angry.

Back in the day, who wasn't a violent old brother, a land-based keyboard warrior? Online arguments were just small potatoes."

At this moment, Klein was filled with a dangerous aura, and his expression was no longer as gentle and refined as before.

The change in aura made the other two somewhat dazed for a moment, as if he had become a different person.

Klein stretched out an arm, and upon closer inspection, one could vaguely see something wriggling beneath his skin.

Joseph was stalemated with the static field created by the Evil Spirit Gauntlet. Quaid behind him shouted a warning.

"Joseph, dodge!"

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Dozens of bone spurs, led by bone tips, burst out, extending endlessly from Klein's arm. Beneath the bone spurs, each bone had sharp bone blades.

These bone blades were connected piece by piece, like countless twisted bone whip blades. From a distance, it looked like countless white tentacles were growing from his arm.

Only upon closer inspection would one discover that these white tentacles were all composed of bones.

Joseph was physically strong, but his agility wasn't excellent. His slow speed meant he had no time to dodge Klein's numerous bone blades.

"Clang!" When the first bone blade pierced his body, he could barely defend himself with his battle qi.

But by the time the second, third… tenth, and dozens of bone blades arrived, Joseph was completely unable to resist.

"Pfft! Pfft…"

This was the sound of sharp blades piercing through the body, coming from Joseph's body.

Each of Klein's bone blades was infused with a large amount of shadow power. The eruption of magic power was like a flood.

Klein freakishly used shadow power to completely envelop all the bones.

While resisting the impact of the bone blades, Joseph also had to resist the erosion of shadow power.

With only second-tier strength, his battle qi wasn't strong enough to withstand the superposition of two magics.

This almost brainless magic-wasting battle style was something only Klein could do.

There was no way around it, he had too much magic power now.

Joseph's chest was pierced by more than a dozen bone blades, and his clothes were already soaked with blood.

The battle in just a few breaths had left him on the verge of death, unable to speak.

…

Klein turned his head to look at Quaid.

"It's your turn, classmate Quaid."

The threat of death made Quaid sober up somewhat.

"This way of using magic, and this outrageous amount of magic power, what exactly are you, a monster?"

"No, classmate Quaid, I want to tell you a truth about strength.

Casting magic doesn't necessarily have to follow the standard quantitative guidelines in magic books. When you have enough magic power!

Big is beautiful, more is strong, caliber is justice.

There's nothing wrong with my way of using magic.

Also, don't overthink it, I'm not a monster, I'm a proper Terrera native."

The bone blades were withdrawn from Joseph's body, engulfing Quaid before him.

Tearing, piercing, Quaid didn't even scream before collapsing in Klein's chaotic blades.

Retracting all the bone blades, Klein felt that his mood was better than ever.

"Practicing swordsmanship lately hasn't been able to calm my mind. The increase in strength has also made my mentality somewhat inflated. Perhaps I really should find some outlets for venting."

Looking at the two half-dead people on the ground, Klein was in a dilemma again. How could he clean this up?

"It's already like this, aren't you going to do it?"

Kahn's voice appeared again from the side.

Klein knew that Quaid and Joseph's transformation was definitely related to Kahn.

Although he couldn't possibly fight Kahn, he could maintain his original intention and choose to refuse.

"I've said that I never hold back when it comes to real battles, but I won't engage in such meaningless slaughter.

Mr. Kahn, you created this matter yourself. I think it's best to leave it to you to solve."

Kahn stared at Klein, seemingly not expecting that Klein could remain firm in this situation. He could only smile helplessly in the end.

"Hmph, stubborn guys are really annoying!"

Kahn walked to Quaid and Joseph's side. Klein seemed to see something and was about to stop him when two thin blades pierced through their heads, killing them silently.

"You made me unhappy, so I can only make you unhappy. The people who died at the door, they always have to be dealt with!"

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Klein's face was very ugly. He wanted to say something more, but Kahn's figure had already disappeared.

This time, Kahn probably wouldn't help him clean up the battlefield anymore. There was no way around it, he had to deal with the corpses himself.

Searching the corpses, only Quaid's magic wand seemed to have some value, so Klein picked it up.

He stretched out his finger, and a ball of cyan-white light enveloped the two corpses, and he snapped his fingers.

"Snap!"

"Arcane - Disintegrate."

In the Burning Magic state, magic power quickly transformed into cyan-white arcane energy, vibrating on the two corpses.

Before long, the two corpses completely disappeared, without even leaving bloodstains. Destroying the evidence, ending all this.

Klein shook his head, and then pressed his temples. Kahn's strange personality made him feel very disgusted, and it also gave him the urge to fight, but the huge difference in strength between the two made him suppress this impulse.

"It's just a suppression of strength, Klein, calm down. What you need is time."

After self-enlightenment, Klein felt better. He took out his door card and returned to his bedroom.

…

After Quaid and Joseph disappeared, Agatha of the Proteni family, the sweet-looking girl who had repeatedly shown goodwill to Klein, was sitting quietly next to her old butler.

"Uncle Seth, I would like to ask you, please don't go looking for trouble with classmate Klein anymore."

"Third Miss, do you know something?"

"I like him very much, but I know that we are impossible, so I won't go looking for him again in the future. I also hope that Butler Seth won't pursue the matter of Quaid and Joseph."

Old Seth narrowed his eyes. The Third Miss's actions were too unexpected. Moreover, how did she know about Quaid and Joseph's matter?

However, since the Third Miss had said it so clearly, his purpose had already been achieved, and Quaid and Joseph were no longer important.

"I promise you."

"Thank you, Uncle Seth."