As soon as Reagan's words fell, the water element in the space slowly penetrated into the palm of his hand.
But he was not carried away by anger like what he said. Instead, he thought about it and seemed to be counting the seconds silently.
Iser also noticed the restlessness of the elements around Reagan. Although the distance was not too close, Iser also noticed the elements that were gathering around him from the slight changes in the water elements around him.
He smiled provocatively again, trying to provoke Reagan into making the first move.
The wind elements quickly gathered around his fingertips as he smiled.
Reagan gritted his teeth slightly and looked at Iser's provocation, seemingly ending the countdown.
He immediately stepped back on the chair, turned around and stepped accurately on the table with its smooth surface shining in the sun.
The sunlight shines through the glass on his relatively tall body, and the elongated shadow is reflected on the classroom wall, making him look like a "hero" standing in the light.
But unfortunately, what appears on the face of this "hero" is a murderous intent that only a villain can have.
One step!
Two steps!
Three steps!
Under the glory, the water element in Reagan's hand is still condensing, and the seemingly gentle water ball gives people a hard feeling and is very stable at this moment.
With the fourth step taken, the water elements no longer continue to gather.
Reagan raised the element in his right hand and did not intend to smash it out, but wanted to press it directly into Iser's face.
And it was also with Reagan's fourth step.
Isel stood between the walls, mixed in the darkness with the light from the front and back.
The look in his eyes was no longer ridiculed but numb, with an expression of indifference.
Quickly shaking his hand upward, tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the water ball, and the violent wind in his hand cut the water ball messily along the cracks and even slightly scratched Reagan's palm.
But Reagan didn't care at all, as if he had expected it. He ignored the water balloon in his hand and didn't care about the small wound, and still scratched Iser's face fiercely.
Unfortunately, the moment he raised his hand, the wind element in his left hand not only disturbed the water polo, but also gently pushed Iser's body.
Iser stepped on his left foot and leaned to the right, tilting his head slightly.
Reagan's hand wiped Iser's face and clasped it directly on the podium.
Some of the slightly crushed wood chips were inserted into Reagan's stiff palms.
But he still didn't care. When he raised his hand, he threw away the sawdust in his hand and turned his palm into a fist to hit Iser's expressionless face in the darkness.
But those cold light red eyes in the dark night showed no emotion, and the slight [thunder and lightning] element in his left hand was already entangled.
Iser raised his left hand and lightly touched Reagan's right hand.
A slight feeling of numbness came over, and Reagan's expression suddenly twitched, and he paused for a moment.
And at this moment, Iser leaned forward and stepped forward with his left foot. He formed a fist with his right hand and controlled the wind element to cut through some of the wind resistance, and punched Reagan hard in the abdomen.
Although the force of this punch was not as outrageous as Reagan's shattering of the podium just now, it was still a heavy punch visible to the naked eye.
With the punch, the fire element quietly gathered in Reagan's right hand also disappeared.
In response to the sound of the punch, a breath came out of his mouth like retching, and he knelt down on one knee and put one hand on the ground.
Iser stood up straight and glanced at the crushed edge of the podium under the sun. The sawdust seemed to still be floating in that space.
Fire elements quickly gathered in his hands.
But he lowered his head and glanced disdainfully at Reagan, who was lying on the ground at the moment, smiled self-deprecatingly, and dispersed the flame in his hand.
At this time, the classroom door was quickly pushed open.
Three people wearing dark blue cloaks walked in.
Looking at the scene in front of him, he did not try to control anyone quickly, but asked in the direction of the new student with ease
"Does anyone know the situation and can come with us?"
It was obviously a situation that was easy to distinguish, with a simple origin and development, but no one among the freshmen wanted to say anything, they just looked at the people walking in silently.
Until the person who told everyone to disperse walked out of the crowd again and stood under the sun.
With brown hair and a solemn face, he looks righteous and awe-inspiring in the sun.
"I know the specific situation."
After saying that, he walked to the podium and helped Reagan, who was kneeling on one knee and had not yet recovered.
The three people who seemed to be orderers slowly surrounded Iser and the others and led them out of the classroom door.
Trail looked at the scene in front of him, and of course he knew what the outcome would be. It was obvious that the man with brown hair was in the same group as Reagan.
Everyone present could see it, but no one came forward to state this simple and clear fact.
And he himself was the same, just standing here blankly watching the scene in front of him, even with a little ironic smile on his expression, watching Iser being taken away in front of him.
This is an expression that fits the current image of Teller.
This is the expression that the hatred [world] sequence should have.
This is the expression that a person who is at odds with Iser should have.
It’s an expression that meets everyone’s expectations.
But it shouldn’t be Verdes’s expression.
It shouldn’t be the expression on the faces of everyone around me right now.
A twisted smile surrounded Verdis. This was the first time he truly felt the world's intuitive discrimination against the [World] sequence.
He doesn’t understand why, it’s obvious that Iser didn’t do anything, it’s obvious that he is the victim, just because he is the [World] sequence?
He really wanted to stand up and seek justice for Iser, but he knew that if he stood up now, the real overall situation would be in vain. The enemy would continue to kill Iser in the dark, and it would be difficult to have any room for resistance.
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So now I can only stand there helplessly watching Iser, maybe only he can fight for the so-called justice for himself.
The Isel in front of him never looked at himself, or anyone else, but showed an indifferent expression in line with everyone's performance.
Struggling silently in the darkness.
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The door to the dormitory opened slowly, and Teller walked into the dormitory and saw the apples on the shoe cabinet for the first time.
At this moment, the originally shiny apple under the sun has some slight dust attached to it, covering up its original color.
As the door closed, Verdis punched the wall hard, and a trace of ripples flickered.
Then he looked down weakly at the apple in front of him.
He hated that he had to stand there and echoed people's laughter, hated his ignorance of the world, and hated his naivety and incompetence even more.
He didn't think it was just an accident caused by discrimination.
On the contrary, this is more like a foreshadowing, igniting everyone's hostility towards the [World] sequence through the Reagan incident, coupled with Trailer's two-person challenge letter.
I'm afraid there is still a force here.
Terrell originally thought that the enemy would give them enough time to grow, but now it seems that he is overthinking.
This world will not be naive enough to wait for you to grow up slowly.
Looking back, from the beginning, this world has never let anyone go easily.
Whether it's Xiao Hei's warning or the experience of the Osman family.
Whether it's Engel's decision or Wendy's disguise.
Maybe I have been pushed forward by fate from beginning to end, and I am constantly facing these overwhelming events and cannot escape.
But what happened to Iser at this moment made him completely alert, instead of continuing to cling to vague luck in the fog.
Because it was a killing that almost happened in front of him on a sunny morning.
He knew that he had to be more vigilant, and tried every means to make himself stronger, and to turn defense into success to break his current and future powerlessness.
Otherwise, what you will face may be an unimaginable cruel ending.
The mist is like a bloodthirsty beast that will take advantage of every opportunity to extend its fangs into your neck and drink your blood.
Let you sink to the bottom of the sea again.
Enjoy the remaining warmth of the blood in the sea.