The First Summoner - Chapter 105

“Aaaagh!”

The white-robed youth screamed as he lay on the ground. It felt as though his skull had been crushed, and the slightest movement of his head sent sharp pain shooting through it.

As he wailed, the sole of a shoe planted itself on his face, reducing his cries to muffled whimpers.

Jiang Xianyue hooked a finger around one of the braids hanging over her chest and toyed with it idly. Her voice was soft and gentle. “I told you to behave. Why wouldn’t you listen?”

“Mmph… mmph…”

She added, “So you can forget about passing the combat test too.”

The white-robed youth raised a hand and tried to struggle, but Jiang Xianyue neutralized him effortlessly. Instead, she kicked him back and forth across the ground.

His wails never stopped.

The spectators could not help reflecting that Jiang Xianyue might look innocent and harmless, but she seemed rather black-hearted beneath the surface.

Zhuge Weiran lasted until the end and passed the combat test.

Naturally, Jiang Xianyue passed as well.

Soon, it was time for the nineteenth round, and Zhuge Youlin was about to enter the field.

Aside from Zhuge Youlin, the contestants included Lu Jing of the Cangyu Sect and others.

The Cangyu Sect ranked third among all the forces in the Pingze Western Region. Its strength could not be underestimated. Lu Jing was the son of its Grand Elder. At only nineteen, he had already reached the first stage of the Earth-rank realm, and he was also a formation master.

Lu Jing had refined, handsome features and faint, sparse brows. He resembled a hazy landscape painting—blurred, yet unable to conceal its beauty.

A small black mole sat on the bridge of his nose, lending his appearance an indescribable touch of charm.

As soon as the referee announced the start of the combat test, the youths began fighting.

Zhuge Youlin had drawn plenty of hostility earlier, so a number of people attacked him.

He merely dodged without striking back.

“Zhuge Youlin, stop being a coward if you’ve got any guts!”

“Come on! Fight us!”

Zhuge Youlin folded his arms and smiled confidently. “Even if you knock this young master down, I’ll still qualify for the next stage. How many of you passed both the aptitude and intelligence tests?”

Their expressions changed.

He had a point. They had come to enter Western Region Academy, not simply to pick a fight.

With that in mind, they no longer wanted to face Zhuge Youlin. He was very strong.

But just as they tried to leave—

“Did this young master say you could go?”

Zhuge Youlin’s languid voice drifted over.

Their eyelids twitched violently.

His brows relaxed, and he gave a soft laugh. “Now it’s this young master’s turn to chase you. You’d better… run fast.”

The youths exchanged uneasy glances.

One of them snapped, “Zhuge Youlin, don’t think we’re afraid to deal with you!”

“Oh? Then come at me.” His tone was careless.

The provocation was difficult to swallow, but his earlier words had reminded them why they were here. They had come to enter Western Region Academy, not merely to fight.

One youth warned, “Zhuge Youlin, don’t push your luck! Angering us won’t do you any good!”

Zhuge Youlin answered arrogantly, “Who provoked this young master first? Go on, tell me.”

Their faces turned ugly.

Zhuge Youlin had not attacked at first because he did not feel like it. Now he did.

The youths looked at one another before fixing their eyes on him. “Everyone, let’s take him down together!”

The spectators shook their heads.

This boy named Zhuge Youlin was far too arrogant. The group would surely beat him miserably!

Just then—

The youths surrounded Zhuge Youlin, who slowly raised his right hand.

Screams erupted the next second!

“Aaaagh!”

The youths fell almost simultaneously!

The crowd gaped in shock, their jaws nearly dropping.

The expressions of the experts from Western Region Academy and the other great factions changed. Their gazes turned unreadable when they saw the translucent filaments connected to Zhuge Youlin’s right hand.

They were called spirit threads.

Only one person used spirit threads as weapons…

That person came from the Santong Organization and was its most mysterious expert. Rumor had it they had lived for over three hundred years and were the founder who had established the organization.

Yet now, on a youth who appeared to have no connection whatsoever to the Santong Organization, they saw spirit threads!

That proved he shared a deep connection with the expert.

No wonder he was so arrogant!

The many experts regarded Zhuge Youlin with complicated expressions. Members of the Santong Organization were scattered throughout the Pingze Western Region, and even the size of its membership remained a tightly guarded secret.

The lord of Wenxin Palace had originally planned to send people to Chifeng Kingdom after the entrance examination, capture everyone connected to Zhuge Youlin, and perhaps even kill them. Now his face darkened, and he had no choice but to change his plans.

He did not want to provoke a force like the Santong Organization.

Besides, Zhuge Youlin undoubtedly shared a close bond with that expert…

The palace lord gripped the armrest of his chair, stifled resentment simmering in his heart.

His gaze settled on Shen Yan in the waiting area. He focused all his hatred on her. He would never spare her!

The loss of his son Zhu Hezhou’s arm could not be treated as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, on the field—

Zhuge Youlin plucked the spirit threads on his right hand. In an instant, the youths’ defensive shields shattered. Amid their screams, numerous cuts appeared across their bodies in less than a moment.

One youth raised a sword to block, only for the blade to nearly be sliced in two!

The youths paled in horror.

What the hell was this thing?!

Zhuge Youlin remained calm.

Soon, every one of them had been brought down, unable even to crawl back to their feet!

The geniuses in the waiting area now looked at him with deep wariness.

Spirit threads were almost impossible to guard against as weapons.

If Zhuge Youlin had intended to kill, every youth who had surrounded him might already be dead.

Lu Jing, also on the field, looked toward him with darkened eyes.

Lu Jing had encountered no real opponents. The only reason he had yet to act was that he wanted to conserve his strength.

The nineteenth round ended.

Zhuge Youlin, Lu Jing, and the others passed the combat test without trouble.

Those who had provoked Zhuge Youlin were full of regret. If they had not attacked him at the start, they might not have failed the combat test.

They might not have lost their chance to enter the next stage.

Zhuge Youlin returned to the waiting area. The geniuses there now regarded him entirely differently. He truly was powerful, although a small number of the top geniuses had also identified the weakness of his spirit threads.

That weakness was—