Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

Chapter 136 You Have a Ghostly Inch of Space

Everyone in the restaurant knew that the Upper Brotherhood's bullying was nothing new.

The students were all afraid of the powerful figures behind those people, and they all swallowed their anger.

Who's as arrogant as Alphonse? He doesn't care about their background at all and just beats them unconscious.

No one dared to speak.

Alphonse received no answer and didn't care. He sighed deeply, "I'm truly heartbroken for Her Majesty the Queen. How could such a thing happen at the Royal Academy? These scoundrels openly beat up their classmates."

Before she could finish speaking, the middle-aged man interrupted her, "You don't need to use sweet words anymore. You injured one of our students, and that's wrong of you!"

Alphonse shrugged. "So, there's no room for negotiation?"

The middle-aged man glared fiercely at Alphonse. "You'd better surrender obediently! Don't force me to take action!"

The longsword in his hand was enveloped in a dense purple battle aura, with faint crackling electricity, and magical fluctuations surged from his body.

Alphonse frowned slightly. "Alright then, let's fight outside. Let's not ruin their business."

The waiters were furious but dared not speak out. The one who caused the most damage was Alphonse, the madman, who seemed to have no regard for the consequences.

Now they're pretending to be good people.

The middle-aged man did not refuse the offer, but he still stared intently at Alphonse, wary of him escaping.

A large group of students had already gathered outside the door, peeking and peering in.

Upon seeing Alphonse walk out the door, they immediately dispersed.

Many students admired Alphonse's courage and secretly applauded his actions.

The upper-class fraternity, relying on their fathers' power, formed cliques and bullied their classmates at will, which had long been deeply hated.

No one thought Alphonse could get away with this under the head tutor, and they all felt sorry for him, but no one dared to speak up for him.

Alphonse strolled leisurely onto the main road and called out loudly, "Students, please step back a bit, so you don't get caught in the crossfire."

The middle-aged man also shouted, "Get out of the way!"

The group of students who were watching immediately moved away.

Alphonse beckoned to the middle-aged man from afar, "Come on, let me see what powerful tricks a magic swordsman has up his sleeve."

I just noticed that the middle-aged man was like a faulty light bulb, with flashes of light coming from his body.

With his keen intuition, Alphonse sensed the fluctuations of several magical elements, including wind, lightning, and earth.

It looks like the head tutor is giving himself a buff.

"You're asking for it!" The middle-aged man grinned maliciously.

Alphonse couldn't tell what kind of magic it was, but the students watching did.

The head instructor has already bestowed upon him many auxiliary spells, such as "Lightning Attack Enhancement," "Slash Enhancement," "Stone Skin," "Iron Body," "Impact Penetration," "High-Speed ​​Recovery," "Dynamic Object Perception Enhancement," and "Wind Dexterity."

They couldn't help but worry about Alphonse.

It's no wonder they offered moral support to Alphonse; this head tutor habitually favored members of the upper-class fraternity. Even if someone complained to him, he would retort, "Why don't they bully others but you? Don't you look at your own reasons?"

Alternatively, it could be, "The dean said that arguing and fighting are the students' personal behavior. The purpose of our education is to teach students to handle conflicts themselves. This is also to train your adaptability and resilience. Don't always think about solving problems through teachers. If serious consequences occur, we will handle it."

Alphonse still had a slight smile on his face as he glanced at the middle-aged man, not even bothering to adopt a proper stance, as if he didn't care at all.

Several circular magic circles appeared in the void in front of the middle-aged man.

In an instant, several beams of light shot out from the magic circles that appeared out of nowhere, hurtling toward Alphonse.

Alphonse, however, seemed stunned and did not dodge at all.

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but let out a low gasp.

Alphonse had no time to dodge.

According to the information fed back by my spiritual senses, the attack wasn't particularly strong.

Instant spell?

That's interesting!

Just as the beam of light was about to hit him, a dark, metallic sheen appeared on Alphonse's palm.

A dark light instantly spread out.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The incoming beams of light were shaken and shot into the sky.

As the magic was unleashed, the middle-aged man also moved. He had anticipated that if Alphonse dodged, he would fall into his attack.

Unexpectedly, Alphonse did not dodge at all, but instead advanced.

Like a ghost, it approached him.

The middle-aged man was startled. The longsword he held in both hands crackled with lightning, leaving a trail of afterimages as he slashed fiercely at Alphonse's head.

This sword strike was both swift and powerful, with immense force.

But it was firmly held in the hand of a hand enveloped in dark light.

Before he could pull his hand back, Alphonse's other hand flashed towards his chest.

The magic shield was pierced through as easily as paper; Stone Skin and Iron Body had no effect whatsoever.

In that instant, the middle-aged man heard a cracking sound coming from his ribcage.

A mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground. He bounced once and then fell still.

Silence fell.

Everyone was shocked and stunned.

No one expected that the battle would end so quickly.

Alphonse gripped the spine of the sword and twisted it with both hands.

Just like breaking a chopstick.

The incredibly sturdy magic sword was broken in two.

He casually tossed the two broken sword pieces onto the ground.

"Is that all you've got? Who gave you the audacity to provoke me?"

Dean stood at the restaurant entrance, speechless with astonishment.

This is insane!

This madman is incredibly powerful!

The head instructor is a powerful figure capable of challenging even a sixth-tier warrior.

They couldn't even withstand a single blow from him!

What level of strength has he reached?

Deans suddenly understood why his father had wanted him to befriend Alphonse.

Suddenly, Alphonse called out, "Hey, Deans, let's go!"

Dean quickly jogged forward and asked nervously, "Where are we going?"

"I'll take you to see the Queen." Alphonse didn't want trouble coming his way.

First, explain the situation to Queen Junorne and see how she intends to handle it before making any further plans.

"Huh?" Deans had never been to the palace before, nor had he ever seen Her Majesty the Queen, and was at a loss for what to do.

I glanced worriedly at the spot where the head instructor was lying, where a group of students had already gathered to help.

"You didn't kill the head tutor, did you?"

"Don't worry, I'll be careful. He won't die," Alphonse said with a kind smile.

But to Deans, that smile looked like the smile of a devil, sending chills down one's spine.

Gods above!

You have no idea what you're talking about!

(End of this chapter)