Chapter 874 – Teaching a Lesson
Chapter 874 – Teaching a Lesson
“No! Don’t!”
Claire’s screams did not stop the girls, but instead made them more excited. They tore off her school uniform, revealing her underwear.
In a pond behind the warehouse, a transparent ripple flickered, and a human figure formed at the bottom of the pond. The human figure was Yang Feng.
“This corpse is most compatible with my soul fluctuations. By disguising myself as him, even if it is a Holy Spirit Warlock rank powerhouse, if they don’t use a secret method, they won’t be able to see through this disguise.”
Standing at the bottom of the pond, Yang Feng looked at the body of a graceful-looking boy dressed in the Purple Lilly Academy’s uniform with an enigmatic ray in his eyes and pointed with a finger, and a rune entered the the corpse.
Blood essence as well as the soul that still hadn’t dissipated turned into a rune and flew into Yang Feng’s hand. Yang Feng’s body blurred and turned into the likeness of the corpse. At the same time, the soul breath he exuded became different.
This transfiguration art uses the blood essence and soul extracted from an aboriginal with compatible soul fluctuations to easily blend into a plane. In this way, it is easier to deceive the plane origin will.
The most perfect way to deceive the plane origin will is to separate part of your soul and let it reincarnate as a life form of a plane. In this way, even if it is a Warlock Emperor rank powerhouse, if they don’t use a special spell or secret treasure, they won’t be able to see through you.
As soon as Yang Feng entered the plane, he felt like fetters were placed on him. Before he finished analyzing the plane origin will, he can only display Moonlight Warlock rank strength. Of course, he can also extract the power of the nine small worlds inside him to display supreme infinity Warlock rank fighting strength. However, since this state consumes a lot of world force, he won’t be able to maintain it for a long time.
Yang Feng pointed at the corpse of the boy and used a memory reading spell to easily read its memories.
The boy was called Georges, he was an ordinary second-year student of the Purple Lily Academy. His family consisted of a policemen father, a teacher step mother, and a step sister.
Georges confessed to Dalia, one of the five prettiest girls in the academy, whom he had a crush on. After being rejected, he came to the pond, and then was pushed inside by someone, and drowned.
Yang Feng put George’s body into a jade box, feeling speechless: “To drown after a confession, what a wretch. The aristocrats of this world are really cruel.”
On earth, Yang Feng also had experienced a period of youth. Although he didn’t have a girlfriend, but he had seen his friends being bullied by other classmates due to their cute girlfriend. However, that was limited to shoving, sarcastic remarks, fighting, and so on.
In a world where the aristocracy holds tremendous power, it is no wonder that there are aristocratic youths who easily resort to murder, since for them, killing a person is just a bit of trouble.
The water in the pond suddenly surged, and Yang Feng walked out, not a single drop of water on him.
As soon as Yang Feng emerged from the pond, he heard the screams from afar.
“It seems that I have to solve that problem.”
Yang Feng turned, took a step, and, accompanied by an afterimage, appeared behind the warehouse.
“Stop it! Don’t!”
With her torn off uniform lying on the ground, Claire is covering her chest with her hands and crying pitifully.
The blond girl with a sexy figure and a rather pretty face showed a twisted smile, her eyes flashed with jealousy, and she fished out a paper cutter: “You fucking slut, I’ll cut that face of yours that you used to seduce my boyfriend! You won’t be able to seduce anyone else!”
In Claire’s moment of despair, a very familiar, not tall figure blocked in front of her.
Slap!
Yang Feng slapped the pretty blond girl in the face and knocked out three of her teeth, and her face distorted and swelled up.
“Georges, how dare you hit Big Sister Pauline!”
“You bastard, do you want to die?”
“…”
The eyes of the other five girls flashed fiercely, and they pounced on Yang Feng. Although they are girls, but they are not weak.
Yang Feng rushed towards the few girls at the speed of an ordinary person, slapped the one after another and sent a few of their teeth flying, and then kicked them to the ground.
Yang Feng swept the six girls with his gaze, his eyes flashed with indifference, and he uttered coldly: “Listen up, you six, if you mess with my sister again, I won’t be so lenient. Now screw off, you bunch of trash!”
“Just… you… wait! Georges, you’re… dead. How dare you… put a hand on me. The… Rose Club… won’t let… you off!”
Pauline covered her swollen face with a hand, looked at Yang Feng with eyes full of fear, and screamed a few sentences from her mouth that has a few teeth missing, and then escaped with the other five girls.
A strange ray streaked across Yang Feng’s eyes: “Consider yourselves lucky.”
If Yang Feng had met these scum when he was in his peak condition, he would have squashed them to death like ants without care.
However, in this plane that may have Infinity Warlock rank powerhouses, before he fully analyzed the plane origin will, Yang Feng doesn’t want to expose his identity due to some something trivial.
“Big Brother, Big Brother Georges, uwoo…!”
When Claire saw Yang Feng’s face, she hugged him immediately and cried.
Yang Feng hugged Claire back and waited for her to stop crying. Following which, patted her on the back and said: “Let’s go! Let’s go home!”
“Mhm!”
Claire blushed, sorted out her clothes, and followed Yang Feng out of the campus.
As she walked, Claire secretly stole glances at Yang Feng, and two flushes emerged on her face unwittingly: “When did Big Brother Georges become so manly?”
Although Yang Feng’s appearance is no different from that of Georges, but his temperament and the look in his eyes have undergone tremendous changes. His every move is full of dignity. At the same time, he gives off the feeling of being fused with nature and having transcended the secular.
A person who holds their head high and is full of self-confidence has much more charisma than a timid person who has their head down.
Yang Feng is a supreme Infinity Warlock who grasps many planes and wields the lives of countless intelligent life forms. Naturally, his temperament is not something that the timid Georges can compare to.
“Georges, Claire, my darlings, you’re back? Today’s dinner is steak, white bread, and potato soup!”
When they came to an ordinary single family house, a tall, slightly corpulent woman with purple hair, a bulging chest, and crow’s feet around the eyes, yet still charming, welcomed them enthusiastically. This woman is Anne, Georges’s step mother and Claire’s mother.
Claire cheered: “Steak, that’s great. Mother, your fried steak is the best.”
Beef is expensive in this world. Georges’s family can only afford to eat steak once a week. Every time they eat steak, it is equivalent to a small festival to this ordinary family.
Anne stared at Claire’s eyes, and then suddenly frowned, hugged Claire, and asked softly: “Darling, were you crying? What happened, is someone bullying you?”
Claire replied in a sweet manner: “It’s nothing, some sand got into my eyes.”
Anne looked at Claire worriedly, and then walked to the table with her precious daughter in her arms: “Okay! Let’s eat!”
Yang Feng followed Anne silently to the dining room.
In the dining room, there is a square table with steak, white bread, and potato soup on it. There is a burly, capable-looking middle-aged man with short blond hair sitting at the table. The middle-aged man is Georges’s father, Wiatt.
After dinner, Yang Feng returned to his small room.
“Even if it is a Warlock Monarch rank powerhouse, it is hard to get rid of injuries caused by a Holy Spirit Warlock rank powerhouse. According to the information I have at present, without enough treasures of heaven and earth or special healing secret methods, it will take at least three months for him to recover to the point where he can escape and half a year for him to recover to the point that he can fight me.”
“Three months, this is the best timeframe to kill that Warlock Monarch rank red rhombus race powerhouse.”
Countless runes emerged in Yang Feng’s eyes, and he emitted strange fluctuations of power and began to analyze the plane origin will.
The computing power of each level-5 optical computer is comparable to that of an Infinity Warlock, while the computing power of the level-5 optical computer network is equivalent to that of a Warlock Monarch.
As a result, he rapidly analyzed the plane origin will.
Suddenly, Claire knocked on his door and asked: “Big Brother, are you free?”
Yang Feng left the task of analyzing the plane origin will to the level-5 optical computer and opened the door.