Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 114 The Raptor Crosses the River
The remaining teachers stared at Haven, who was waving his little finger, wondering where this arrogant guy came from.

"Who do you think you are, daring to talk to me like that?"

The seating arrangement in Hall 7 was tiered. Allah and his entourage looked down at Haven, and suddenly, as if they had seen something, Allah's pupils contracted rapidly, and his eyes focused on the badge on Haven's chest.

"That thing...that's...you're from the White Lion family???"

Haven twisted his neck from side to side, walked over to the group with a cold gaze, and cracked his knuckles repeatedly.

"Looks like you're not blind, you guessed right. But unfortunately there's no reward. Of course, it's not entirely without one. For example, you'll receive a very thoughtful sleep-inducing service next."

As Haven drew ever closer, Anda and his companions let out a scornful laugh:

"Hahahaha, another arrogant bastard from the North. Are all you Northerners so arrogant and brainless?"

At this moment, Haven had already walked up to Kubant. Looking at Kubant, who was covered in blood, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Hey buddy, you look like you're in a bit of trouble right now."

Kubant, looking bewildered, stared at the boy who greeted him, somewhat confused. Hearing Allah mention the White Lion, he asked incredulously:

"Are you Haven? You're already here. I thought you'd be a while before you arrived."

He reached out and pulled Cuban up, then patted the latter on the shoulder.

"Yes, I've been in the capital for two days now. I just finished reporting for duty today. Your father asked me to come to the capital to help you. The situation is indeed very serious."

"Lloris, take Cuban away from me, don't let him interfere with my performance."

Hearing Haven call his name, Lori rushed over and helped Cuban to the vicinity of the podium.

"Hey~ Little brat of the White Lion family, this is not the place for you to show off. It seems you're new to the capital and don't know the rules very well. Well then, I can teach you some of the rules among the nobles of the capital."

Seeing the way Allah and the others looked at him like trash, Haven suddenly felt that coming to the capital was a good choice; at least he wouldn't be bored here.

"Well, before I do anything, I have a question: if I beat you up, you won't tell your parents, will you?"

Hearing Havent's reckless words, Anda's face darkened.

"Interesting~ You're much more interesting than that guy. I hope you can bring me more joy."

At this moment, the remaining students in Hall 7 gathered at the front and back doors of the classroom, watching the few people standing by the window with barely daring to breathe.

"In that case, my name is Havente Hyland, Skuyomi!! I hope you won't disappoint me too much~~~~~~~~"

Before the words were even finished, Haven's figure vanished instantly, and the next moment, Haven, who had leaped high onto the desk, was already above the group of people.

Faced with a high whip kick that came down like a battle axe, a burly young man quickly stepped forward, crossing his arms in an attempt to block Havent's powerful kick.

However, it was clear that the burly young man was deceived by Havent's thin physique. He was not fully prepared when blocking, and even when he saw the change in hand shape or the moment he wanted to make contact again, he grabbed Havent's calf and counterattacked.

A miscalculation inevitably leads to a bad outcome. The moment Haven's heel made contact with the burly young man's wrist, there was a loud bang. The enormous force from the wrist caused the burly young man's face to change instantly. His face turned a liverish color from the surge of blood and qi, and he couldn't help but take two steps back before falling to the ground on the steps.

Having successfully used the momentum to his advantage, Haven didn't stop his attack. He spun halfway in mid-air and delivered a powerful, sweeping kick to the young man who was throwing a punch from the side.

There was a muffled 'bang' sound.

The young man, who had taken a solid whip kick from Havent, staggered back a few steps and bumped into a table to steady himself, but he had also successfully blocked Havent's attack.

The two groups of people, now separated again, had completely different expressions.

Supported by Lori, Cuban stared in shock and disbelief at the boy blocking his way, muttering to himself:

"Is this the Havent I know? He's amazing."

Lori, standing to the side, acted as if it were his due and he was very proud, as if Cuban were the one praising him.
"Of course, Brother Haven is the best. No, Sister Serena is the best, and Brother Haven is the second best."

On the other side, Anda and his group were not as relaxed as before. After all, the one who was knocked back by Havent's two kicks was one of the more skilled ones in their group. The burly young man was named Raymond, the third son of Viscount Kosia in the Southern Province. He had received careful training from Viscount Kosia since childhood and was now a level 12 low-level attack-breaking warrior.

As for the other one who was kicked away by Havent, it was his best friend, Count Wendebala's second son, Ihoral. He was also a low-ranking Iron Knight of level 12. Unexpectedly, he was defeated and repelled in just a few breaths of fighting.

Sensing Havent's power, Anla couldn't help but swallow hard. Then he looked at his group of six. No matter how strong this guy was, six of them couldn't defeat one. As long as they could suppress these groups once, Anda was confident that he could continue to harass this guy in various ways until he left the capital.

"Raymond, Ihoral, are you two alright? This guy is pretty tough. Let's go together in a bit. We can't let those damned idiots in the North raise their heads."

The two men, helped up by the others, shook their heads and looked solemnly at Havent, who was smiling. As combat professionals, they had already realized the gap between themselves and their opponent from the brief attack just now, but fortunately, they had more people on their side, so it wasn't entirely hopeless.

"You guys are pretty good. No wonder Cuban got beaten up so badly. Let's continue."

With that, Haven bent his knees slightly and began to gather his strength. Since it was just a small brawl on campus, he couldn't use weapons, so it wouldn't be so easy to really beat these guys up.

However, with the help of the tentacle monster, some memories deep in his mind slowly became clearer, including Muay Thai moves he had seen in his previous life, which were just right for the current situation.

With his charge complete, Haven launched himself forward and, facing Raymond who was blocking his way, raised his knee and delivered a powerful, accelerated knee strike.

Faced with Haven's rapid approach, Raymond dared not be careless this time. After letting out a low shout, he stepped forward in a defensive stance.

Unexpectedly, Haven's seemingly fierce knee strike was just a feint. The moment the two made contact, he changed his move. The attack that was originally aimed at Raymond's chest was quickly changed after getting close, and his shin kicked Raymond in the stomach.

Raymond, who had just been hit in the abdomen, bent over instantly. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Haven raised his right arm and delivered an elbow strike to the back of Raymond's head. The burly Raymond was knocked unconscious and lay on the ground without even making a sound.

The whole process happened in an instant. Ihoral, who originally planned to wait for Raymond to defend before launching an attack, was so shocked when he saw that Raymond couldn't even last two seconds. His eyes almost popped out of his head. Just as Ihoral was considering whether to retreat and reorganize his attack, Havent had already closed in on him.

Although he didn't quite understand why the guy who had charged at him wasn't attacking him, he was already within striking distance, so he didn't think about it too much. He quickly threw a few punches, which landed loudly on Ihoral's arms.

Feeling the immense force and intense pain in his arm, Ihorar couldn't help but gasp and shout:
"Are you fucking watching a show? Come on over here~ Ugh~~~~~"

Before Ihoral could finish speaking, Havent seized the opportunity when Ihoral lost his balance and delivered a perfectly executed front kick to his chest. Ihoral was sent flying backward like a bowling ball, crashing into the people rushing towards him. In an instant, people and things tumbled, and a large number of tables and chairs were overturned.

Haven slowly pulled his leg back and nodded in satisfaction at his victory. Since Serena came, he hadn't had to lift a finger. Today, he suddenly got to do it, and he was a little excited. Sure enough, the feeling of each punch landing was thrilling.

"Ah~ this feels really good, but you guys aren't really funny~ is that all?"

As Havent slowly approached them, Anda and the others, who were struggling to get up from the pile of tables and chairs, began to show somewhat unnatural expressions.

"Damn it! Ihorar! Ihorar!"

Anda called out to his best friend a few times, but received no response. He turned his head and saw that Ihorar's upper body was pinned down by the table and he was not moving at all.

"Don't worry, he's just like the last one, he's passed out. Don't rush, it'll be your turn soon."

Anda glanced at the remaining members of his group. Only Rodro was a level 11 beginner shield and sword warrior, while he himself was just a level 7 magic apprentice. He couldn't be of much help in the fight. As for the other two, they were like him and had not yet become professionals.

"Rodlow, you must hold him off for a few seconds. I have a Banshee's Howl scroll here. Once he's affected by the magic, then... hehe~"

Upon hearing Anda's plan, Rodro's expression changed drastically, and he whispered:

"Hey, are you crazy? What we're doing now is just a brawl between nobles. The school won't care much if they find out. But if you use a magic scroll, the nature of the crime changes. It's a crime of plotting against an imperial noble, and even your father, Marquis Variando, can't easily suppress it."

Upon hearing Rodro's words, Anda's eyes flickered, and after a moment's hesitation, he firmly stated:

"I'll know my limits. This guy is too arrogant. If he beats us today, our hard-won plan might be affected, and those guys who were originally obedient will start to rebel again."

After listening to Anda's words, Rodro remained silent for a moment, but finally agreed with Anda's decision. Originally, under the constant suppression of their group, it seemed that the last troublesome guy, Kubant, was about to be eliminated by them, but unexpectedly, such a troublesome guy appeared at the last moment.

Haven watched the two whisper in front of him quietly. He knew with his toes that they were thinking about how to deal with him. However, Haven didn't seem to care much. After all, only when they had exhausted all means and were still beaten by him would they be afraid when they saw him again, instead of constantly thinking about harassing him.

"How's your discussion going? I'm about to launch my attack. I don't understand why the teacher in charge is taking so long, but we still need to hurry. I don't want to beat you up in front of the teacher. That would leave a bad impression."

Looking at Haven's flippant tone, Anda and the others no longer felt ignored.

"Ready, Rodro!"

The moment Anda shouted, Haven's figure disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, Haven leaped high into the air again and slammed his leg down on Rodro's head. Feeling the force of the wind from above, Rodro quickly raised his hands to brace himself.

But the same scenario played out again. The kick that looked like it was going to smash someone to the ground was just a feint. When it was still a dozen centimeters away from Rodro's arm, Haven's right leg bent back, and his shin brushed past Rodro's nose.

Just as Rodro cried out in alarm, Haven's real attack came. He suddenly raised his right knee and struck Rodro's chin. Rodro only had time to let out a muffled thud before he was sent flying backward, crashing into several chairs before falling asleep peacefully.

"Huh~"

Before landing, Haven saw Anda, who was hiding behind the other two, furtively pull out a magic scroll.

Seeing that the other party was going to disregard martial ethics, Haven raised his hand, and a dazzling magical aura gathered in his right hand. Then, a series of countless light bullets flew towards Anda and the other two.

Just as Anda was about to activate the Banshee's Hero Scroll, having just gathered his magic power, he was knocked to the ground by a barrage of arcane missiles. With his magic power transmission interrupted, Anda spurted blood from his nostrils.

Seeing Haven walk towards them after landing, one of them couldn't stand the oppressive aura and struggled to get up, then tried to run towards the back door of the classroom.

"Hey, don't run away. I, Hai, am a man of my word. If I say I'll make you all lie down, then you all have to lie down. Not one of you can escape."

Under the watchful eyes of the remaining onlookers in the classroom, a wooden chair flew toward the back of the fleeing person. Upon contact, the chair broke into several pieces, and the child fell peacefully asleep.

He walked up to Anda, kicked a soccer ball, knocking the other person unconscious, and then looked down at Anda lying on the ground.

The latter is still a little dizzy from the backlash of magic.

"Well, now it's just you left. Give your acceptance speech."

After shaking his head a few times, Anda finally recovered from the dizziness and looked at Havent standing in front of him, gritting his teeth as he said:
"Damn it, you're something else. But don't think this is the end of it. You bunch of Northern bastards are destined to go back to your North."

Hearing the other party's words, Haven raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but think to himself, "He really is incorrigible. I almost beat the shit out of him, and he's still so defiant. In that case, I, Haven, will teach him a lesson."

Then, under Anda's somewhat hateful gaze, Haven turned around and took out a thick table leg from a pile of scrap wood.

"It seems you don't quite grasp the current situation. Let me show you."

As he spoke, under Anda's horrified gaze, Haven raised the thick table leg high.

With a muffled thud, Adachi, who had taken a heavy blow to the head, lay limply on the ground with his eyes rolled back.

The entire No. 7 central hall fell silent for a moment. The crowd standing at the front and back doors of the classrooms didn't even dare to breathe loudly in the face of Havent's brutality.

A few seconds later, Cuban's slightly stuttering voice came through:

"Hey~Hey~Hevent! You...you...don't kill him."

Seeing the somewhat flustered Cuban, Haven casually shrugged:

"Don't worry, don't worry. I was only careful to knock them out."

However, I think I said before we started that I was going to knock out all three of them. Those three should be fine, but I'll have to finish them off.

As everyone stared in disbelief, Haven kicked the unconscious Anda face up, lifted him up, and aimed the table leg at Anda's head again.

"Hey student, put down your weapon."

Hearing the sound, Haven turned his head and saw the halfling who had just walked past him enter through the front door of the classroom, accompanied by two mages in light blue robes and a large group of guards.

　Happy Dragon Boat Festival, everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)