Flap, flap—
In the forest, at an unknown time, a flock of birds was startled into flight. Judai instinctively looked at the birds, a sense of foreboding in his heart.
Somewhere on Duel Academy Island, Moushou looked at Cobra, listening to a surname he hadn't heard for a long time, his brows furrowing together.
He knew Cobra to some extent. Seeing him now, he immediately became wary.
After all, Cobra was not the type to do meaningless things.
Suddenly appearing here, could it be some sort of scheme?
Contrary to his expectations, Cobra seemed to be merely passing by, or perhaps just exercising there. In any case, after meeting with Moushou, he simply reminisced without making any additional moves.
This left Moushou quite perplexed.
Even though his "Spirit Power" wasn't particularly strong, being from a military background, he had some sense of danger. The moment he saw Cobra, he felt a clear life-threatening danger, yet Cobra made no move.
What on earth is Cobra up to?
Confused, Moushou reminisced with Cobra for a while and then left in Cobra's strange smile to continue his patrol.
[I must make this guy die in the most painful state!]
These words echoed in Cobra's ears.
He was somewhat indifferent.
After all, he wasn't particularly familiar with Moushou.
After a whole night's patrol, Moushou supported himself back to the teachers' dormitory. He felt something was off, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was.
To be honest, Moushou's physical condition was still good. Normally, even a few days of patrolling wouldn't tire him out too much. After all, even without adapting to the Spirit's power, with his physical fitness, he could guard checkpoints for days, which should only be easier now.
But for some reason, he was especially tired today.
He returned to his dormitory, recalling the day, feeling that something wasn't right, and lay on the bed, finding everything amiss.
Just as he was groggy and restless, he suddenly felt a faint cold light beside him. He instinctively opened his eyes and rolled off the bed.
Crack!
With a sharp tearing sound, his bed and wall were instantly cut in half by a chilling longsword.
Cold sweat immediately poured from him.
What's going on?
Looking up again, he saw a familiar person—
Paladin!?
At this moment, Paladin was holding a large crimson sword emitting black energy, swinging it down towards Moushou without a word.
Moushou quickly put his hands together, clapped with a smack, and caught the Greatsword barehanded.
To his surprise, even though his hands were imbued with Spirit Power, he still could not completely block the sword, which was pressing down on him.
This sword seemed to carry a massive amount of Spirit Power—no, this sword was his [Spirit]!
This was the Spirit Card of an Equip Spell Card!
No—
Watching the black sword slowly press down, Moushou grew increasingly anxious.
Their Spirit Power difference wasn't significant, but facing an armed Paladin barehanded was almost a death sentence.
"Lü Feng!"
He quickly shouted, and from the deck, a black and gold figure emerged, wielding a Heaven-piercing Halberd, striking towards Paladin.
Paladin, seeing this, couldn't continue swinging, so he had to retreat. But then, he swung his longsword through the air, slashing out a blaze that forced Moushou to jump out of the window.
Despite that, the flames still scorched his body.
For some reason, he was particularly exhausted today, and the flames caused his already reduced Spirit Power from patrolling to drop exponentially.
The explosion, of course, did not escape the notice of other teachers in the building. Many who had just woken up prepared their weapons, fearing an attack by spirits.
Some night watch teachers saw Professor Moushou fall from the sky with a plop and hurriedly went to ask him, wanting to help.
But at that moment, a figure leaped again from the sky, waving the longsword and using flames to force back several other professors.
Bang!
Crack, crack—
The longsword clashed with the halberd, forcing Paladin back half a step, then he steadied himself on the spot.
What's the situation here!?
The teachers on the sidelines were dumbfounded.
Could it be that the Paladin professor is an imposter?
No, that's not it—
Moushou, clutching his chest, the flames continually scorched his body. The black fire seemed to burn his life, making the scene before him flicker. Gritting his teeth, he slowly rose to his feet, questioning, "Paladin, have you betrayed us?"
"No—" Paladin slowly raised his sword and calmly said, "Do you remember what happened when you were in the Middle East?"
What?
"A war journalist died there, deliberately shot—by your unit!" Paladin's face darkened, his voice charged, "She was my angel, my love... I've been searching for my enemy...
I heard that the people from that team later disbanded, and the captain went into hiding to become a teacher at Duel Academy. That's why I came to Duel Academy, to be a teacher, just to one day find that person!"
Several teachers opened their mouths wide.
Such a thing!?
"That person must be from your team! I won't mistake it. The superior of that person was surnamed Meng!"
Moushou clutched his chest, his face puzzled.