Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Lin Fu's abilities caught everyone by surprise.

Bazil glanced at Lin Fu a few times before casually pointing to someone in the crowd, "You two, spar with each other."

No one was joking now; the sentinel who was picked watched Lin Fu with caution.

It would be very difficult for Lin Fu to defeat Bazil. His own physical limitations bounded his potential, and moreover, Bazil was a veteran from the battlefield, so his combat instincts didn't offer an advantage.

However, against a military academy student who had never seen battle and had only begun basic training half a year ago, the problem became much simpler.

The dull thuds of their blows resonated between them.

The sentinels watching the duel winced, their faces a mix of pain and existential doubt.

The brief skirmish ended in half a minute, with an outcome that was anything but suspenseful.

Lasting half a minute was purely due to innate physical superiority.

Bazil pointed to another person to step up.

The first one to come forward was a C+ grade sentinel, this time it was a B grade.

A minute later, he returned to the edge of the circle holding his waist, his expression dazed, met with sympathetic gazes.

The lesson ended with Lin Fu beating up the entire class.

When the class was over, everyone stood dumbfounded on the training field, looking at him as if they'd seen a ghost.

Even if the students of Class C9 lacked ambition, they were bona fide sentinels. How could they be taken down by a guide?

Proud sentinels, laid low by a guide! Unacceptable!

It was a disgrace! A low point in their lives! It absolutely could not happen a second time!

One by one, their faces flushed with embarrassment, they went to intensify their training.

Only Albert, rubbing his backside, followed Lin Fu, voicing the doubt in his heart, "Are you really a guide?"

Even Albert, who flaunted himself daily like a peacock, was subdued. At his question, the others also turned their heads in unison, looking towards Lin Fu.

They were curious as well.

Apart from his constitution resembling that of a guide, he seemed nothing like one.

Lin Fu straightened his cuffs, folding them neatly before rolling them up, "I can teach you."

The entirety of Class C9: "..."

Were they feeling a tad... enticed?

This was followed by the tactical lesson.

Having been born and raised on the battlefield, Lin Fu excelled in strategy and combat tactics.

In the tactical simulation training, Lin Fu single-handedly annihilated an entire class. Emerging from the simulation pod, each sentinel was in a daze.

It seemed that, after experiencing the physical training class, this wasn’t so hard to accept.

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His superiority in physical and tactical skills bolstered Lin Fu’s confidence.

The Lin family discovered he wasn't at Cadell Academy a month later.

According to the system's analysis, even if the original host hadn't committed suicide by overdosing in the dorm, he would have died within a year after turning eighteen due to the eruption of mental toxins.

Considering the timing, it was almost due, and the Lin family was preparing to collect the body only to find he had vanished.

The message was sent by Shang Jairui.

The Lin family sent people to Cadell Academy.

This was sooner than Lin Fu had anticipated, and trouble was likely to follow suit.

The end of the month coincided with the monthly training.

Lin Fu couldn't even complete the morning drills, his scores in the usual physical training were alarmingly low. Due to his inability to keep up, he would occasionally miss classes, and unsurprisingly, he remained firmly in Class C9 during the monthly training.

Albert, lacking ambition and a solid A-grade sentinel, was also immovably stationed in Class C9, not stirring an inch.

Lin Fu tripped him to the ground, but he simply lay there, playing possum: "I need a rest, Lin Fu, this is inhumane of you!"

Lin Fu didn't waste words, lifting his foot to kick.

Three upperclassmen came arm in arm, standing by the training field and whistling at Lin Fu, "Hey~ pretty boy is quite fierce, wanna spar with us brothers?"

His companion immediately chuckled, "It's so boring to practice here, let's take it to the bed, that's where the fun is."

Lin Fu looked at them with a chilly gaze, and Albert scrambled to his feet.

He finally understood why Lin Fu disliked being called "pretty boy"; it made him so uncomfortable he wanted to punch someone.

No, wait, he wasn't as sleazy and disgusting as these guys.

The leading sentinel flashed his white teeth, taunting Albert with a sneer, "What's the matter, unhappy? Come hit me then, you little brat."

Albert: "…? Do you know who I am?"

The leading sentinel was taken aback by his question, "Who are you?"

Albert, with an "I thought so" expression, figured they must not know he was the young master of the Harvey family given their boldness.

"I am Albert Harvey, my father is Relandt Harvey."

The name Relandt Harvey was known to almost everyone in the galaxy.

The trio's faces changed slightly, but they still refused to leave, defiantly saying, "I don't care who you are, scram if you don't want to get beaten, today we only want this pretty boy."

Lin Fu understood perfectly; these three were clearly targeting him.

The Lin family had likely discovered he was at the Artemis Military Academy, but being blocked from entering, they had sent people from the school to deal with him.

He smiled, eyes narrowed, the dark orbs hidden behind half-lowered lashes, glinting with ill-intent.

Waving his index finger at them, he proposed, "I'm not opposed to fulfilling your wish, as long as you can defeat me here in the training field. No mechs involved."

The trio agreed without hesitation.

The last condition failed to register with them.

Taking down a guide was a breeze, no need for mechs.

Moreover, they had the advantage of numbers, being three against one.

Albert, positioned close to Lin Fu, could clearly discern the look in his eyes, a shiver running down his spine as he hastily scurried off the platform, patting his own backside.

The trio encircled Lin Fu, aiming to dispatch him swiftly and wrap up their task.

Ideally, they hoped for an 'accidental' mishap during the scuffle that would leave him incapacitated.

Then, the Lin family could logically request the headmaster to release Lin Fu into their custody.

As they plotted their intentions, Lin Fu afforded them no time for further scheming, decisively grabbing one of them to initiate the fight.

He efficiently dislocated the arms of the first assailant, jolting the other two back to reality.

Kicking the first man aside, he used his upper arm to block an incoming attack, the force pushing him back several steps, shaking off the numbness in his hand.

With one opponent down, the remaining two proved to be a greater challenge.

He pinned one of them, the whistling sound of a close punch grazing his ear and brushing past the skin of his face.

A sharp pain suddenly pierced his brain, causing his grip on the assailant's arm to loosen.

From below, an infuriated Albert charged onto the platform, "You motherfucker, using psychic powers! Three against one and still breaking the rules!"

"Lin Fu!"

Rolling away from the assault of the two sentinels, Lin Fu was pulled up by Albert, clutching his head. Tang Qian had arrived at some point, standing alongside Albert on the platform, staring at the opposing trio with a fiery, tangible rage in their eyes.

The two rushed into the fray, instantly turning it into a melee.

It was the first time Lin Fu had experienced a psychic attack, distinctly realizing the differences between the humans of this world and himself beyond technological aspects.

His vision blurred, he slumped to the ground, vaguely perceiving wild beasts locked in a fierce battle, a unique energy fluctuation causing an uncontrollable restlessness within him.

How did it come to unleashing the psychic entities?