The curved blade in the Demon Cultist's hand was about to slash down on Li Jiangchang.
At that very moment—
Thud! Thud!
Amid the screams filling the classroom, a loud and rapid stomping echoed across the floor.
The next instant—
Boom!
A violent gust of wind suddenly swept through the room.
"Aaahhh!"
A shrill, agonized scream followed.
Then came the crisp clang of metal hitting the ground.
Everyone turned to look—and saw the once arrogant Demon Cultist now embedded deep into the classroom wall.
Drip… drip… drip…
Blood trickled endlessly from his mouth.
His spine seemed completely broken, his upper body hanging limply forward.
"You all stay here," Zhao Xuan said coldly. "I'll go take a look outside."
Without another word, he strode out of the classroom, his expression unreadable.
Inside, the class fell utterly silent.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Only after several long moments did everyone finally come back to their senses.
Then came a collective gasp.
"Li—Li Jiangchang, are you okay?"
"Was… was that Zhao Xuan just now?"
"Who the hell is that guy? A lunatic? Or some kind of terrorist?"
"He's from the Demon Cult!"
"The—The Demon Cult!?"
"Didn't the Demon Cult get wiped out ten years ago? How could they be back? Have they revived!?"
"Hiss… If I remember right, even the weakest Demon Cultist is at least Tier Three, isn't he?"
"Then what kind of strength does Zhao Xuan have? He killed a Tier Three cultist with one punch!"
"No idea…"
While the students were still in shock and chatter, Zhao Xuan was already in another classroom—
smashing another Demon Cultist to death with a single punch right in front of everyone there.
After killing him, Zhao Xuan didn't stop. He strode swiftly onward.
One punch.
Another punch.
And another.
Not a single Demon Cultist could withstand even one blow from him.
It was as if Zhao Xuan had entered a state of unstoppable domination.
Within just a few minutes, every Demon Cultist rampaging through the academic building had been annihilated.
When he finished off the last one on the first floor—
Suddenly—
A strange fluctuation of energy rippled from outside the classroom.
Zhao Xuan instinctively shifted his stance.
Paper Art!
The next moment, a black spear wreathed in smoke shot straight toward him, grazing his cheek before slamming into the floor.
The impact was so powerful that spiderweb cracks spread across the tiles.
Then—
From the black spear surged tendrils of shadowy mist, twisting and condensing into a humanoid form.
"The Shadow-Shadow Fruit, huh?"
Zhao Xuan's eyes gleamed as he stared at the figure before him.
At that instant, the shadowy man lunged forward to attack.
"Too slow. Too weak."
Zhao Xuan didn't even bother to dodge.
He simply stood his ground, activating Iron Body as a token defense.
Thud!
The shadow's fist slammed into him—but under the protection of a master-level Iron Body and nearly 400 points of physical strength, Zhao Xuan didn't budge an inch.
With a calm motion, he countered with his own punch.
Boom!!!
The shadow was sent flying, crashing to the floor and dissolving into a puddle of black mist.
The state reminded Zhao Xuan somewhat of the Logia-type Devil Fruit users—
his opponent had essentially "elementalized," making further attacks impossible.
While he was frowning in thought, the dark mist on the floor began to coalesce again.
The shadowy figure reformed, though noticeably thinner than before.
This time, however, it was no longer empty-handed.
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