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The two muscular seniors from the diving club also saw the school rules, and their faces immediately broke into terrifying smiles.

"Hey bro, did you see that? Our muscles are finally coming in handy."

"Yes, the time has come to make us stand out. Once we're in the principal's seat, we'll definitely get everyone hyped up!"

Soon, Yamabuki Hanajin met her first group of challengers.

There was a large crowd watching the spectacle outside.

"Ah! You really are a young man! Come on, let me show you what a world-class iron fist looks like." Yamabuki Hanajin reached out and grabbed his black suit, then spread his hands apart, tearing the suit to shreds and revealing a body of steel muscles as hard as granite.

"Don't underestimate me, I'm the freest man in the world!"

Five seconds after the start of the battle.

The two senior students gloriously fell to their deaths.

The students looked terrified. Was this fighting power too strong?

Kitahara Iori trembled like a sieve. Weren't we just planning to ambush the principal? After seeing the principal's fighting power, do you still want to ambush him?

"Anyone else want to challenge me? Look me in the eye, you little brat!" Yamabuki Hanajin's arms were slightly bent, and his terrifying muscles made countless boys in the audience fascinated.

"We'd better run! If we rush up and fight him one-on-one, we'll be killed for sure! I've only just started college, I'm not ready to die yet." Kitahara Iori was about to run when he was suddenly kicked hard in the butt, sending him flying right in front of Yamabuki Hanajin.

"Hmm, young man, we meet again? You certainly have guts, daring to challenge me to a duel even in this situation. Let's begin a battle of true men." Yamabuki Hanajin grinned maliciously.

Kitahara Iori smiled, then turned around and saw Imamura Kohei giving her a thumbs-up.

I knew it was you, you bastard!

Chapter 859 (Main Text, Chapter 862) This world has finally gone mad.

Yamabuki Hanajin looked at Kitahara Iori, who had been kicked out, and a ferocious smile appeared on her face: "Boy, you're pretty brave!"

Kitahara Iori trembled: "Um, would you believe me if I said I was kicked out? I really didn't come out on purpose."

Before he could finish speaking, Yamabuki Hanajin's large hand grabbed Kitahara Iori's face and slammed him against the wall, embedding his head directly into the wall. Just like that, this brave boy fell flat on his face.

"Hahahaha! Serves you right for tricking me! Hahahaha!" Kohei Imamura burst into laughter. Serves you right for making me drink flammable oolong tea.

Suddenly, Yamabuki Hanajin's gaze focused on him: "Young man, are you laughing so happily because you're thinking of something fun? Come and fight me one-on-one."

Kohei Imamura's laughter stopped abruptly. He looked around and confirmed that the other person was talking about him.

"Principal, you can't do this to me! I'm completely loyal to you!" Kohei Imamura shouted immediately, but the students behind him had already pushed him out.

The smiles didn't disappear; they simply moved to the faces of other students.

"Young man, I was once invincible, and eventually I developed a very powerful martial art called the Eighteen Touches! I guarantee you'll be addicted after you get hit by it once." Yamabuki Hanajin stretched his muscles.

"No! Help! Yamete! Which bastard pushed me out here? Come out and fight me one-on-one if you dare!" Kohei Imamura yelled.

But it was too late. He was dragged inside by Yamabuki Hanajin. Let me show you what a teacher's love is all about!

After struggling for a while, Kohei Imamura lay motionless on the ground.

"Alright, who else wants to challenge me to a female duel? Come on up now! I promise I'll grant their wish!" Yamabuki Hanajin raised her arms, displaying her exaggerated muscles.

Seeing the four men who had been knocked down, the other boys all showed expressions of fear. Is our principal a little too good at fighting?

Chisa muttered to herself, "The principal is a good person, but why do I feel like his IQ isn't very high?"

Nanaka quietly approached her younger sister, greedily inhaling the fragrance emanating from her: "Isn't this quite enjoyable?"

"If no one continues to challenge me, I will be the principal today." Yamabuki Hanajin raised his fist, and the surrounding students cheered.

With a principal like this guiding me through my school days, I'm sure I'll have a very happy campus life.

"No, who says no one will challenge you? I'll challenge you!"

An old voice came from behind. Everyone turned around and saw that the school's original principal had appeared out of nowhere, dressed as a ninja.

Dressed in all black, with a headband, a mask, two ninja swords on his back, and a pouch at his waist filled with various hidden weapons.

"To tell you the truth, I was once a ninja myself. Accept the punishment of justice!" The old headmaster looked at Yamabuki Hanajin with a solemn expression.

Yamabuki Hanajin silently walked to the old headmaster's side, turned up the old headmaster's collar, and saw that the clothing tag was still on.

"You didn't rent this outfit, did you?" Yamabuki Hanajin asked.

The old headmaster drew his gleaming ninja sword: "Evil will be punished by me. I will never compromise with you. I still have ten years of loans to pay off. If I lose this job, I'll be homeless!"

The fading of the mountain flowers is a truly respectful sight—what a realistic reason! But this means I must give it my all.

“I respect your dream, but don’t forget, this is a no-rules fight. You can buy some more advanced weapons,” Yamabuki Hanajin asked.

"No, this is the limit. Other weapons are just too expensive; I simply can't afford them." The old headmaster, with his twin swords in hand, prepared to unleash a Crescent Moon Slash, just like the characters in anime.

The students, seeing the seemingly unfathomable yet impressive old principal, couldn't help but cheer for him, thinking, "This is indeed a passionate old man!"

"Don't underestimate me! This is my last Crescent Moon Strike."

Yamabuki Hanajin grabbed the old headmaster's head and shoved it into the wall. What kind of ridiculous power ranking is this, in a silly anime?

"Farewell, old principal! We will always remember you!" The students bid farewell to their old principal with tears in their eyes.

At this moment, the old principal raised his hand tremblingly: "Students, I suddenly feel that I can still be saved. Could you please help me call an ambulance?"

Chisa muttered to herself in the crowd, "Why do I feel like the guys aren't very smart?"

Nanaka gently placed her hand on her sister's shoulder: "It's okay, boys are all like that. There shouldn't be any activities today, let's go home!"

And so, Nanaka returned home with her sister and cousin. As for the final outcome of the competition for the principal's position, we'll find out tomorrow.

Kitahara Iori was so excited when she saw her cousin picking her up to go home that she almost burst into tears. "Great! I'm finally leaving this awful place!"

"Since Iori has joined the diving club, why don't you try diving? It's really interesting," Nanaka asked softly.

Kitahara Iori immediately shook her head: "Let's forget about diving, since I can't swim at all."

At that moment, the two senior students who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead came over and grabbed Kitahara Iori's shoulders: "Young man, you should try more things you've never tried before."

Kitahara Iori shook her head like the undulating waves.

“I think your two seniors are right! Young people should try more new things.” Yamabuki Hanajin appeared behind Kitahara Iori at some point.

Kitahara Iori's face turned green: "Why are you here? This is clearly my way home. Even if you want to help a student, you can't come to a student's house to help them!"

"Well, I've only just arrived in this world, and I don't know much about it. I haven't found a safe place to stay yet! So I'll stay at your place for now!" Yamabuki Hanajin looked at Kitahara Iori with a smile.

Kitahara Iori immediately retorted, "But you're staying at my house, where am I supposed to go?"

"That's beyond my scope of consideration." Yamabuki Hanajin shrugged, indicating that this matter was none of her concern.

Nanaka, who was standing next to her, immediately said, "I don't have any objections. Anyway, the room prepared for Iori is quite big, and it's no problem for two people to stay there."

"No, absolutely not! If I have to share a room with him, I'd rather sleep on the streets!" Kitahara Iori cried out in terror.

And so, through the vote, Kitahara Iori successfully ended up sleeping on the streets.

"Heh, this world is truly beyond saving. Earth, explode!"

Chapter 860 (Main Text · 863) Are Frilian's ears delicious?

a new day.

Shutark groggily opened his eyes and saw a resolute face smiling at him.

Shutark: "...Um...who are you, sir?"

"Don't worry about who I am, just close your eyes," said the middle-aged man across from me.

"Close your eyes... close your head my foot! Are you a robber? I'm warning you, don't hit me randomly. I'm a very strong fighter. Even a dragon might not be able to beat me," Shutark shouted immediately.

"Philen, Miss Frilian, there are robbers!"

Lying beside the fire, Philon rubbed his eyes groggily and then saw the old man next to Shutark.

"This... Shutark, do you want to explain? Why is there a strange old man sleeping next to you? Did you secretly go to a nearby town last night while you were sleeping? And did you find an old man to do something you don't want to talk about... You're not a pervert, are you!" Philon stared coldly at Shutark.

"It's a misunderstanding! How could I be a pervert? This old man was right next to me when I opened my eyes this morning. I'm a victim too. You have to believe me." Shutark was almost in tears.

Philon still looked at Hugh Tarek with distrust.

Frilian, who was next to him, was still sleeping soundly and showed no sign of getting up.

"Hmm... I'll believe you for now. Sir, who are you? Why are you in our camp? You didn't lay a hand on us or steal anything, so I'll assume you're a good person. But please explain your background." Philen immediately adopted the demeanor of an older sister.

It has to be said that he is much more reliable than the one next to him, Shutark.

The man stretched and realized he had ended up in the wild.

It seems we slept in the wilderness last night; no wonder it felt a bit cold while sleeping.

Not only that, he was also wearing a suit of armor.

"Don't panic, let me see today's system interface." The newbie, Yamabuki Hanajin, opened today's system interface.

I feel like I've turned into a strange old man.

However, these are all basic operations for him, nothing special.

Name: Yamabuki Hanajū (Daryus)

Gender: Unknown (Male)

Ability: An everlasting ahoge (Who says a bloodthirsty general has no cute points? If there aren't any cute points, we can create them).

Skills: Devastating Strike, Crippling Strike, Merciless Hand, Noxian Guillotine.

Note: The default level is 18, and the default inventory contains 30,000 gold coins, which can be used to purchase equipment in the shop. Also: Equipment only provides attributes and appearance and does not cause any changes.

Yamabuki Hanajin gasped. "Today I've actually become the infamous Darius, the Hand of the Elementary School Students."

"Let me buy a few pieces of equipment first, and you all stay silent for now." Yamabuki Hanajin casually opened the game store, where rows of equipment were displayed.

Some familiar items include Bloodthirster, Infinity Edge, Trinity Force, and Black Cleaver.

There's also a whole bunch of defensive gear.

As for the specific item build: Black Cleaver, Trinity Force, Mercury's Treads; Sterak's Gage, Spirit Visage, Guardian Angel.

Advance to attack, retreat to defend.

It's absolutely perfect. Finally, enchant the Mercury's Treads with Mercury's Sash to remove all control effects, and choose Flash and Sprint as your skills.

You're doomed if I don't cut you down.

"Alright, I've bought all my gear. I suddenly feel invincible. What did you ask me? Who am I? I'm just an ordinary passerby. You can pretend I don't exist. By the way, is it time to eat? Could you prepare a bowl for me?" Yamabuki Hanajin asked.

Hugh Tarek cautiously remarked from the side, "Why do I feel like this uncle is a bit too familiar with us? We don't know him at all, but he insists on eating with us, even though we haven't made many mistakes."

“Yes, yes, I feel the same way. And Ms. Frilian will probably sleep until the morning, so let’s not provoke her for now,” Philon said softly.

"Could you two keep your voices down a little? I heard everything. I'm not a freeloader; I paid for this." Yamabuki Hanajin placed a gold coin in Shutark's hand.

Shutark looked embarrassed. No matter what, this was a stranger, and he still felt somewhat resistant to eating together.

“No problem.” Philon suddenly nodded vigorously.

"Phiren..."

"Do you know how long one gold coin can sustain us? After all, we don't have a stable source of income, and we're traveling all the way. Plus, there's food, lodging, snacks... it's all a considerable expense." Philon counted on his fingers, calculating the costs one by one.

Just as they were arguing, Frilian, who was sleeping, slowly opened her eyes.

Philon stared at Frilian in shock.

"Ms. Freya got up so early today? We have to give her a good compliment." Philon immediately rushed over and gently patted Freya's head, as if praising his own daughter.

Yamabuki Hanajin silently watched the two young people: "It seems your lives aren't easy either."

"Hmm... how should I put it? I feel like I'm really enjoying it." Shutark muttered to himself, "In that case, I'll start cooking. How about we have mushroom porridge for breakfast?"

“No problem, I’m not a picky eater.” Yamabuki Hanajin realized that her stomach was already growling with hunger.

"By the way, uncle, you're a warrior too, right? How strong are you?" Shutark looked at Yamabuki Hanajin, who was carrying a large axe on his back, with a curious expression.

"I'm not bragging, my strength is terrifying." Yamabuki Hanajin looked at Shutark with a smug expression: "Would you like to spar sometime? Don't worry, I'm very kind to my juniors, I won't go all out during the spar."

Shutark went to cook with a bitter expression: "You should just let me go. I don't want to fight under normal circumstances."

Although Shutark was an excellent warrior, he was also very timid and did everything he could to avoid fighting.

Frilian, standing next to him, remained in a daze.

With both eyes out of focus, Philen gave Frilian a full-body massage while combing her hair and then gently wiping her cheeks with a damp towel.