Surviving a time-traveling adventure in a school, I can synthesize everything!

Chapter 87 Silver Armor Descends Upon the Dust, One Person Suppresses the Entire Field!

"Zhao Yanzhi! Have you no shame whatsoever?"

Wei Yuan stood at the front of the crowd, holding a megaphone, spitting as he spoke.

His suit was wrinkled and his tie was crooked, but that didn't stop him from adopting a victim's posture and making vehement accusations.

"We discovered the goblins over at the teaching building first! And we were the ones who attacked first!"

"What you guys do is hide in the back and watch our people go up and take the damage, then wait until the monsters are low on health before shooting in and stealing the kills?"

"Is this the kind of cooperation you were talking about?"

Wei Yuan became more and more agitated as he spoke, and the veins on his neck bulged.

In that last wave, seven or eight male students from their student council died or were injured. They finally managed to whittle down the goblins to low health.

As a result, Zhao Yanzhi led his men out and started firing wildly without saying a word.

Most of the experience points and daily ratings were taken by members of the archery club.

How could he swallow this insult?

"Wei Yuan, that's a harsh way to put it."

Although Zhao Yanzhi felt a little uneasy, he put on a shameless act, like a dead pig that doesn't care about boiling water.

He fiddled with the composite bow in his hand and said shamelessly:

"There's no rule saying that whoever attacks the monster is responsible for killing it, is there?"

"Besides, it's because your damage output isn't high enough. You're struggling to kill even a few level goblins. We were just helping you out, understand?"

"you--!"

Wei Yuan was so angry he almost smashed the megaphone.

"Enough with the nonsense! Hand over what you just revealed! And compensate our dead and wounded brothers for their medical expenses!"

"Otherwise, you won't be leaving this area today!"

At Wei Yuan's command, the more than one hundred student council members around him stepped forward, banging their weapons on the ground and making a noisy, threatening sound.

"Hand it over!"

"Kill these scoundrels who steal monsters!"

Zhao Yanzhi's expression changed.

The archery club members behind him panicked and instinctively shrank back.

After all, the difference in numbers is too great.

If a fight really breaks out, even if their level is higher than the other party, they are likely to be beaten to death with sticks once they get close.

Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control and a large-scale armed conflict was about to break out.

Da, da, da.

A crisp, heavy thud of hooves abruptly pierced through the cacophony of voices, emanating from the outer edge of the square.

The sound wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating power.

The once noisy crowd seemed to have been paused, and the noise began to fade away rapidly from the periphery.

Everyone unconsciously turned their heads to look in the direction from which the sound came.

In the afterglow of the setting sun.

A tall, gray warhorse slowly trotted along the gravel road.

On horseback, the figure clad in full silver armor resembled a steel sculpture returning from a bloody battlefield.

The dark red light reflected off the cold mask, casting a chilling glow.

Most alarmingly, the knight had several strange metal cylinders hanging from his waist, and the black greatsword on his back still bore traces of undried blood.

As the warhorses moved forward, the student council members blocking the road retreated in terror to both sides, as if Moses had parted the sea.

No one dared to block their way.

No one even dared to breathe loudly.

The more than one hundred people who were shouting just moments ago are now as quiet as a flock of quails waiting to be slaughtered.

This is class oppression.

While everyone else was fighting tooth and nail over petty gains, some were already riding warhorses, wearing plate armor, and treating human life as worthless.

Jiang Ming rode his horse straight through the crowd and arrived at the center of the standoff.

He reined in the reins and looked down at the perilous distance before him.

The unwavering eyes behind the mask sent a chill down Wei Yuan's spine.

That arrogant attitude just now was instantly extinguished, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it.

"Jiang... Jiang Ming..."

Wei Yuan swallowed hard, his voice dry.

He wanted to say something to maintain his dignity as student council president, but under that cold gaze, his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Ming's voice came through the mask, carrying a dull metallic echo.

"Do you think you have too much time on your hands?"

A simple sentence.

This made Wei Yuan tremble and subconsciously take half a step back.

He recalled the scene of Jiang Ming beheading the black student with a single sword strike, and the terrifying scene of Jiang Ming chasing down the cavalrymen that the scouts had just reported.

"No...no..."

Wei Yuan stammered as he explained, "It was Zhao Yanzhi and his group... they stole our monsters..."

"so what?"

Jiang Ming interrupted him.

He leaned down slightly, and the hilt of the black iron horse-slaying sword made a slight friction sound with his movement.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

Wei Yuan opened his mouth wide, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

This is blatant tyranny!

That's completely unreasonable!

But would he dare to object?

Looking at the giant sword that could be drawn at any moment, and at the several unknown dangerous explosives at Jiang Ming's waist.

Wei Yuan finally lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out two words:

"No...no objection."

The surroundings were deathly silent.

More than a hundred people were overwhelmed by one person, one horse, and a few words, leaving them unable to lift their heads.

Zhao Yanzhi, watching from behind, was deeply moved and straightened his back instantly.

That's a thigh!

That's fucking thick!

Jiang Ming coldly withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at Wei Yuan.

He had no interest in even lifting a finger against such a useless person who could only show off in front of the weak.

Just then.

Two figures came running from the direction of the school gate, panting heavily.

One was a spy sent out by Zhao Yanzhi, and the other was a student council member in charge of perimeter security.

Both of them wore expressions of terror, clearly having seen something terrible.

"President!"

"Brother Jiang!"

The scout scrambled to the front of the horse, pointed in the direction of the Xingfu Jiayuan residential area, and shouted breathlessly:

"Then...they've started fighting again over there!"

"besides!"

"A large... a large number of monsters are heading this way!"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

The tense atmosphere caused by internal strife was instantly replaced by fear of the unknown outside world.

"A monster? What monster?"

Wei Yuan, no longer caring about losing face, hurriedly grabbed the student council member by the collar and asked.

"I...I didn't see it clearly..."

The officer turned deathly pale and stammered, "Anyway...anyway, he doesn't look human! He's tall and strong!"

A tall and strong monster?

A commotion broke out in the crowd.

Many timid girls started screaming and tried to run back into the dormitory building.

Jiang Ming's eyes narrowed sharply the moment he heard those words.

A monster that doesn't look like a human?

He pulled hard on the reins, and the warhorse neighed, its front hooves rising high and drawing a powerful arc in the air.

"Old Wang, Old Li!"

Jiang Ming's voice pierced through the noise of the crowd.

"Don't you fucking stand there!"

"Grab your weapons and come with me!"