The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Just as Alice was filled with despair, she saw a figure standing under the moonlight.

His eyes shone with an ancient, dark golden light, and he spoke in an elegant and magnetic voice:

"I am the second son of the Thomas family, the human demon king burdened with the lives of nearly ten thousand, here to uphold the honor of my noble status!"

"You lowly scoundrels, how dare you be so insolent!"

Immediately, the figure leaped high into the air and fell into the demon army like a shooting star.

Seeing this, Alice felt that the boy had gone mad. That was an army of tens of thousands of demons. If he fell into the encirclement, he would probably die soon.

If you rely on transport vehicles for defense, you can survive for a little longer.

Alice recalled how the boy introduced himself. Was he just another pitiful little nobleman going to fulfill his aristocratic honors?

During her three years of military service, Alice had seen far too many minor nobles die on the battlefield while upholding their aristocratic honor.

After delivering his passionate lines, he charged forward and immediately typed "GG".

However, something shocking happened to Alice.

Alice's pupils suddenly contracted, and her fingers, which had been gripping the magic wand tightly and were ready to fight to the death, suddenly froze.

She had imagined countless possible outcomes.

The boy was overwhelmed by the monsters, and his screams quickly faded into the night.

Or perhaps they could only hold on for a short while before finally succumbing to the overwhelming siege of the demons.

Countless noble sons who impulsively went to their deaths on the battlefield met the same fate.

But reality shattered all her predictions.

The figure in the black swallowtail suit did not wither away like a moth drawn to a flame.

Under the moonlight, afterimages rose and fell around Xu Feng, and two ordinary weapons in his hands unleashed a destructive power that surpassed all magic.

At times, she danced with the elegance and composure of a gentleman attending a ballroom dance amidst the demon army.

The cold light of the scalpel moved across the surface, precisely dismantling the monster's limbs and joints.

The blood-stained ruler swung horizontally and vertically, easily shattering the thick demon scales.

In Xu Feng's hands, the two deadly weapons transformed into two arcs of death, each strike precisely taking the life of a demon soldier.

Sometimes it transforms into a great fortune, stirring up towering waves that knock away a large number of demon soldiers, and sometimes it moves to another place to dance gracefully.

The blood-stained suit, the elegant figure, the arc of death—all of this seemed so eerie and unsettling.

Rampaging goblins, ogres running for their lives, trolls beginning to waver...

The seemingly endless, encircling demonic tide was actually driven to the brink of collapse by him alone.

Wailing and screams rose and fell, and the earth was stained with the dark blood of the demons.

"Suffer! Wail! This is the only gift I can give you!"

A deep, magnetic voice resounded clearly in every corner of the battlefield, sending chills down the spines of every living being present.

The demon army finally couldn't hold out any longer and suffered a large-scale rout!

Alice stared blankly at the figure calmly killing, her heart churning with turmoil.

She had seen the blazing flames of a Grand Magister bursting into the air, and the brilliance of a Templar's enchanted spear, but she had never seen such a terrifying yet elegant fighting style.

This wasn't a battle; it was a one-sided massacre!

Without dazzling magical auras, relying solely on flesh and blood, they can easily roam freely among thousands of troops.

Who exactly is this young man?

They were able to dance gracefully amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood without batting an eye.

They routed tens of thousands of demon troops.

The guards beside him also stood frozen in place. The defense line, which was on the verge of collapse, now had a glimmer of hope for survival in everyone's eyes.

"Captain! The demon formation is in disarray! Large numbers of demons are fleeing!" a scout shouted.

Alice snapped back to reality, her mage robes and crimson hair fluttering in the night breeze.

She gripped the fire dragon staff tightly, the previous dejected smile fading from her eyes, replaced by the sharp gleam unique to noble children.

"All team members, listen up!"

A clear female voice pierced through the battlefield's clamor and resounded throughout the transport convoy's defensive line.

"Seize the opportunity, coordinate with that hero! Prepare the flames, snipe the high-level monster attempting to regroup!"

Crimson fire dragon magic gathered in her palm, and the flickering flames illuminated her resolute face.

It must be said that Alice, a veteran of many battles, has a very strategic command style.

The transport fleet, which was originally doomed to perish, unexpectedly encountered such a savior walking among humans in its desperate situation.

In the distance, at the center of the battlefield, Xu Feng keenly sensed the rising magical power of flames emanating from the flank, and glanced at it briefly with his Demon Eye.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the red-haired girl in the transport convoy, dressed in luxurious clothes.

A faint, indifferent smile curved his lips as his hands continued their work, the scalpel slicing open the throat of another troll.

"Trying to run away?"

Xu Feng stepped forward slowly, his swallowtail suit stained with demonic blood, his dark golden eyes indifferently sweeping over the scattered demons:

"I allowed you to wail, but I never allowed you to escape."

The necromancer, who was hiding behind the demon army, was shocked by what he saw and gritted his teeth to unleash all his magic power.

Dozens of necromancer shadow arrows were condensed and unleashed relentlessly towards Xu Feng.

He knew very well that if this person was allowed to continue the slaughter, the demon army would completely collapse tonight and might even be wiped out!

The Shadow Arrow tore through the air, rushing towards them with a chilling aura of death.

Upon seeing this, Stephen cried out in alarm:

"Watch out! A necromancer is attacking from behind!"

Xu Feng didn't even turn his head, his black hair fluttering slightly as he tilted his head and moved nimbly.

The dense barrage of shadow arrows all missed their mark, striking the monster horde and causing chaos once again.

"Hiding in the shadows, is that fun?"

Xu Feng's tone was calm, yet it carried a suffocating chill. He suddenly exerted force with his feet, his figure moving like a black lightning bolt.

Like a stroke of good fortune, it smashed through more than a dozen trolls, broke through layers of obstacles, and sped straight toward the direction where the necromancer was hiding.

The scattered demons hurriedly moved aside, not daring to block his path.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Feng charged directly into the demon army's mage unit. The fate of a warrior getting close to a mage is self-evident.

In just a moment, the demon army's mage force suffered heavy casualties!

Alice seized the fleeting opportunity, and a phantom of a fire phoenix appeared behind her.

He chanted incantations in a low voice, and magical runes radiating red light floated and swirled around him. Then he shouted:

"Fire Phoenix Breath!"

The blazing crimson flames roared out, burning a large area of ​​white land on the battlefield, and the mournful roars echoed across the wilderness.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The sound of the magical heavy crossbows rang out continuously as the soldiers of the transport convoy used them to snipe high-ranking demons who were trying to organize the fleeing demon soldiers.

Under the moonlight, the elegant black-clad demon king continued to dance gracefully.

Xu Feng also sensed that something was wrong.

This...this isn't right, is it?

How come he's still alive after all that effort?

It is said that none of the tens of thousands of demons in Yangyang's demon army could withstand a single blow from him?

Where are the supposedly formidable warriors on the battlefield?

Why haven't I encountered a single decent strong person?