Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Out of Control

However, the golden-haired youth clearly has the capital to be arrogant.

At his feet, several young military officers wearing uniforms, obviously older than regular students but under thirty, were lying on the ground whimpering softly.

Anyone familiar with the situation could tell at a glance that these people on the ground were the new short-term trainees set to enroll this year, and they were the most outstanding officers from various fleets.

“Who is this person? So arrogant! How dare he cause trouble at the gate of the Royal Navy Academy?”

Most of the onlookers were students of the academy, and some were indignant. Others, not knowing what was happening, felt that this troublemaker blocking the gate was too arrogant and wanted to teach him a lesson.

“Oh, so it’s him?”

Squeezing into the inner circle of the crowd, Krell let out a light exclamation when he saw the golden-haired youth standing at the academy’s gate, showing a look of interest.

“Krell, do you know him?” Seeing Krell’s expression, it was evident that this local figure was not a stranger to the troublemaker.

While the two were talking, another newly arrived officer, unable to stand by, stepped into the circle and drew his longsword to clash with the golden-haired youth in a series of clangs.

The sound was like thunder!

“I’m Major Kurt Banner from the Second Fleet here to teach you a lesson!”

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Krell quietly explained to Aiven from within the crowd.

“He’s a well-known figure in New Inn Port….”

Soon, combining Krell’s explanation with the current scene, Aiven pieced together the cause and effect in his mind.

The golden-haired youth’s name was Wack Wells, and he was quite known in New Inn Port.

The “farce” he orchestrated at the academy’s gate today was not some cliche plot of a civilian genius oppressed by power, rising up to fight against injustice.

One must know that in this world, ordinary civilian families, without support from the upper echelon and several generations of gradual effort, even descendants with extraordinary talent find it challenging to cultivate an Official Knight under the age of thirty.

Wack Wells was once a young talent who advanced to Official Knight in his early twenties, hailing from a prestigious family of nobles in the entire Kingdom. He was even rated by enthusiasts as the chief among the New Inn’s four young knights.

However, all this glory is now in the past.

The once-glorious Wells Clan collapsed overnight after being accused of worshipping the Evil God. With their reputation already bad when they were thriving, no friends were willing to step forward to offer shelter.

The wealth and industries accumulated over the years by the Wells Clan were quickly devoured and dissected by surrounding wolves.

As the last rightful member left, Wack Wells, although he kept his life through various struggles and some secret reasons during the family’s upheaval, the desire to revive the family and return to the noble class gnawed at his heart like a nightmare.

And joining the short-term course at the Royal Navy Academy, re-entering the upper-class vision and establishing a high-level network was his last chance to restore the family.

However, from when he first applied at 23 until this year’s list announced at age 30, Wack Wells had not received an admission notice for seven consecutive years, and his only hope was finally shattered and turned into complete despair.

But how could he, who had experienced the family’s glory days, be willing to fall into obscurity?

No, absolutely not!!!

At his wit’s end, today he decided to challenge those so-called elite with admission qualifications to prove the academy’s mistake!

By the time Aiven and Krell arrived, five elite officers, who had advanced to Official Knight before 30, had already fallen under his sword. Although Wack had not lost his reason to the point of killing directly, each one was severely injured.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Whoosh—-

Engaging in a knightly sword duel in a dense crowd was a high-risk decision; the mere aftershocks of the battle were not something ordinary spectators and a few curious onlookers could withstand.

The final participant, Major Kurt Banner, was clearly not weak either, and the evenly matched battle made it impossible for both to control the fight’s scope.

Sparks flew, and as the battle circle expanded, so did the retreating crowd, giving them more space.

But indeed, joining in the excitement always entails risks.

“Watch out, get out of the way!”

In their rapid exchange, one party suddenly failed to dodge, being struck by the other’s heavy sword and sent hurtling towards the onlookers with a whistle.

Boom—-

The crowd scrambled to dodge, but how could ordinary people escape a full-force strike from an Official Knight? If hit, the knight might be fine, but spectators could end up with broken bones or even meet their end.

As luck would have it, the impact point landed precisely where Aiven and Krell were standing, making it impossible for them to stand by.

With a light push of his foot, Aiven slipped like a wisp of smoke through the crowd’s gaps to the front, extending his hand gently onto the knight coming like a cannonball.

“Sword Style: Floating Boat!”

Thunk—-

A dull sound, as Aiven’s entire body’s muscles and fascia undulated and trembled in coordination with his Breathing Technique; the strong kinetic energy was absorbed, transformed, and released by his body, and the surging whirlwind seemed like unfolded wings blowing away the crowd unable to dodge.

Whoosh—-

Aiven himself, like a small boat pushed by the wind, slid backward on his tiptoe. After only four or five steps, the knight’s entire kinetic energy had been fully converted and released, dropping from motion to stillness, with Aiven catching him.

“Cough, thank you, friend!”

Staggering to his feet, supported by Aiven, Kurt quickly thanked him, and with no face left to stay, he hurried away without even picking up his fallen sword.

Aiven didn’t mind either, anyone beaten like that would be too embarrassed to stay, except for those few brothers lying on the ground who couldn’t stand up.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a prickly feeling from being stared at by a beast came from the front. Looking up, Wack Wells, with bloodshot eyes and white vapor swirling around his body, was glaring at him, longsword held high.

More precisely, he was staring at the special uniform that signified a short-term program trainee on him.

“Hmph, another kingdom parasite!”

Aiven had no doubt that any movement would inevitably trigger a thunderous blow from Wack Wells.

Watching the clearly unwell-status Wack, Aiven’s nose twitched.

With a sensitive sense of smell and the active Spirituality as a Wizard Apprentice, he seemed to have caught something, hmm, that’s witchcraft, no, it’s the scent of a ritual gone wrong.

Predictably.

The direction the scent was coming from was exactly from the red-eyed, gritted-teeth Wack Wells. Although he had obviously cleaned up, the faint stench and whiff of sulfur lingering on him did not escape Aiven’s perception.

“Did he… did some malicious ritual and accidentally have it go wrong? Is this guy about to lose control?” Aiven pondered slightly, guessing in his heart.

“No wonder it went from an even battle to an overwhelming victory so suddenly, and here I thought he was a misunderstood tragic genius after all?

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