Dragon Clan: I, Nono! Inherit countless futures!

Chapter 55: Overwhelming everything with absolute strength!

"Damn, would Lionheart be so unscrupulous? Shooting at someone in a one-on-one fight?! And even resorting to ganging up on them? Can't they accept defeat?"

"This is called strategy? You don't know anything about it. Blame this S-class for arriving too late, and without a gun. He just stood there so brazenly, thinking he could take on a hundred people by himself?"

"I also think Lionheart is ruthless enough, even taking down their own president. If they don't win, who will? On the contrary, those student council members just watched the show and didn't even offer any support. They deserve to lose."

On the Night Watchers' discussion forum, countless students were watching this "live broadcast" through the monitors and discussing it animatedly.

Because the vast majority of people bet on the Lionheart Society to win, and for the sake of money, most people understand the Lionheart Society's unethical behavior.

after all----

If you can gang up on someone, who would bother with a one-on-one fight?

Just when everyone thought the outcome was decided and they could happily divide the money, the scene on the screen changed.

As the dust kicked up by countless bullets slowly dissipated, the Lionheart Society members were preparing to retaliate against the Student Council when a figure appeared in the dissipating dust.

The girl was still wearing that dark red combat uniform. She was not only not unconscious, but her posture had not changed either, as if she had not been shot at all.

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, she tilted her head and looked at the people in front of her, asking with a hint of doubt, "Is this all the bullets you have?"

"Holy crap, I missed? How is that possible?"

With a gasp from the vice president, he instinctively pulled the trigger, and the crimson Frigga bullet struck the girl's arm hard.

But then something unexpected happened: the bullet exploded, and the anesthetic inside dripped out, indicating that—

"The bullet couldn't penetrate her skin? Or the anesthetic couldn't get in? How the hell is that possible?"

With that scream, the vice president ordered his men to fire again without hesitation. The other members of the Lionheart Society, not believing in such a thing, unleashed a hail of bullets at Chen Motong.

Some even pulled out large-caliber sniper rifles. Although the bullets were replaced with Frigga bullets, the kinetic energy was still there, and the amount of anesthetic inside was also greater.

Logically, one shot should have brought them down, but when it hit the girl, it had no effect whatsoever.

It's like applying anesthetic to the surface of bronze or steel; it simply can't penetrate.

Everyone looked like they'd seen a ghost. Even the student council members in the distance momentarily forgot to charge. Everyone just watched helplessly as the girl rubbed her wrist and charged towards them.

Then----

One punch, one kid.

There are no fancy moves, no random guns, just simple, unadorned fists. They even look light and airy, but every time one lands, there's always an unlucky guy who gets knocked down on the spot.

It's not that no one is like their chairman, relying on their strong physique to try to catch it with their fists, but the result of doing so is often an immediate fracture.

No one knew where such a petite girl got such strength. She was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, single-handedly defeating a hundred-man team and causing them to flee in disarray.

The student council members standing by were stunned. The vice president couldn't help but swallow hard, his voice stammering from shock, "Should we...should we go and help?"

The others were equally bewildered, feeling as if the guns in their hands had suddenly turned into fire pokers, utterly useless.

Of all the people present, only Gao An burst into hearty laughter.

He pointed at the figure, unarmed and hacking away wildly, and shouted to his teammates beside him, "See that? See that? Back in Greenland, I knew she was extraordinary!"

At just 13 years old, he can snatch people from under the dragon's grasp, and he snatches three at once. How could someone like that not even be able to gain a little freedom for a single day?

No matter how fierce those Lionhearts are, can they be more fierce than a dragon?

What do so-called strategic planning and manpower tactics amount to in the face of absolute strength?

This is probably what they mean by having a long lane but not enough support from teammates.

Meanwhile, the Night Watchers' discussion forum was in an uproar.

"What kind of power is that? Holy crap, that punch must have had the force of several hundred pounds! Is this some kind of incantation?"

"I also think that even if she used the power of words, Frigga's bullets couldn't take her down. Is she even human?"

The problem is, isn't the use of incantations forbidden in the academy? I tried it, but it didn't work; the rule hasn't been broken.

"Could it be that you're too weak? I remember that if your bloodline is higher than the vice principal's, you're not subject to this rule."

"So, this newcomer's lineage is even higher than the vice principal's? Holy crap, is this S-rank?! That's terrifying!"

"Doesn't anyone think she looks incredibly cool taking down kids with one punch?! awsl!"

"I don't think she's incredibly cool. All I see is my lost advantage. Have you all forgotten one thing? She's wearing a deep red combat uniform, and she's joined the student council!"

As soon as this message appeared, everyone immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

If this girl wins, it means the student council wins, and all the chips they used to bet on the Lionheart Club to win have gone down the drain!

In an instant, countless people suddenly felt that life was meaningless and wanted to go to the rooftop to feel the breeze.

But these are things that Chen Motong wouldn't care about.

She didn't care who won or lost; she just saw a business opportunity to make a fortune, so she decided to make a killing.

If the odds are so high for the Lionheart Club, she'll bet on Lionheart Club.

Make money, not shabby.

Just as she was calculating how much she could earn from this, a powerful march resounded throughout the campus, and doctors and nurses rushed out, announcing the end of the day's struggle.

The only problem is that people Frigga knocks unconscious with a bullet can be woken up with just one injection, but those who are knocked down by that girl's fists are all bruised and swollen, and some even have fractures.

They soon discovered they didn't have enough stretchers, and Professor Manstein of the Disciplinary Committee shook his head repeatedly as he looked at the groaning wounded.

He shook his head and sighed as he walked up to Chen Motong.

Chen Motong thought he was going to scold her, so she kept her eyes down, trying to make herself inconspicuous. But the next moment she heard him say, "Chen Motong, right? You did a good job. This kind of pointless fighting shouldn't involve using firearms. How much budget could that save—"

He pointed to the bullet holes in the granite beside him, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper: "This is all money!"

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Just as Chen Motong was about to chime in, he heard him change the subject and say, "By the way, the principal is waiting for you in his office. He's very satisfied with your performance."

Chen Motong was taken aback upon hearing this, and subconsciously asked, "What do you want with me?"

"I don't know," the old man said casually, stroking his shiny bald head. "Maybe it's a reward for you."

"After all—there aren't many good students as strong and robust as you anymore."

Chen Motong, who thought she was actually quite frail, was speechless.