Chapter 13 Frey, Ranch, and Hyperion walk along the path leading to the Knight Academy.

They didn't talk much on the way, just walked quietly.

Jacaranda trees lined both sides, scattered like guardians, silently proclaiming the mystery and tranquility of this campus. When spring arrives, these trees will proudly display light purple flowers. Their beautiful and vibrant vitality always attracts many students and residents of the royal capital to stop and admire them, making this place extremely lively.

At the end of the path hid a long-standing wooden building.

It only had one floor, but it was as spacious as a small dojo.

From a distance, one could see that many of the windows were broken, and the passage of time had left indelible marks on its wooden walls.

However, the interior of this seemingly forgotten building was full of vitality, with all sorts of chaotic sounds coming from within – laughter, curses, roars, and rumbles, all mixed together, sounding like a stormy brawl.

"This is it. This team left behind a bunch of stubborn brutes. Even the dean has a headache dealing with them."

Frey stopped and pointed to the wooden house in the distance, speaking to the two beside him.

The dean he was referring to was not Loren, the dean of the Sage Academy, but the dean of their Knight Academy.

"Frey, how do we negotiate with them later?"

Ranch looked at the young man who exuded an unruly aura.

In Ranch's view, Frey, with his sunglasses perched halfway down his nose and eyes as sharp as a hawk, coupled with the strong sense of explosive power, looked like a gang hitman.

Although generally, someone like this might not seem like they were going for friendly communication, Ranch knew that during official business, if one negotiator appeared with a tough attitude and another companion appeared with a gentle attitude, using the change in attitude to interfere with the other party's willingness to negotiate and soften their position was a good tactic.

"Let me try negotiating first. I'm more familiar with the rules of the Knight Academy."

Frey first made sure that the weapon in his inner jacket pocket was secure, then looked towards the wooden house.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Ranch nodded. After all, he belonged to the Sage Academy and didn't quite understand the rules of the Knight Academy. He could take this opportunity to learn.

"..."

Hyperion immediately felt a sense of foreboding when she witnessed Frey's habitual behavior like a bandit.

She believed that this was definitely not "Knight Academy rules"!

But then she thought about it carefully.

Among the three, if Ranch went to negotiate, it would most likely turn into trickery and deception, and she, as a half-demon, wasn't very popular either.

In the end, Frey, the "local," was indeed the most suitable.

As a martial artist, he probably understood the way martial artists communicate better.

"If you need any help, we'll make up for it."

Hyperion said from the side.

"Thank you."

Frey nodded slightly and walked forward.

The door was slightly ajar, as if inviting passersby.

In fact, the lock had been eroded by time and could no longer be perfectly locked.

The three members of the student council arrived at the door, their eyes focused on the dimly lit arena inside.

Several burly men were gathered inside, some sitting, some standing, all looking like formidable fighters.

Even Frey, who looked like he could fight, could only be considered a normal young man compared to them.

The oppressive aura emanating from the group of fighters was as unstoppable as a wild wave.

However, among these fighters, the one with absolute command was a woman with long crimson hair, seemingly of a completely different level than the other members.

Although she was tall and slender, she looked quite petite in contrast to the group of strong men. Similarly, she was dressed as a rather wild fighter, her hair tied into a high ponytail, bangs swept across her right eye, wearing a wrapped chest cloth and long pants, with bandages wrapped around her arms and legs.

Her rather aggressive eyes made her look very domineering.

"The leader is Zilwini, a third-year student of the Knight Academy. She has an upright character, but a fiery temper. She is a sixth-tier gold-ranked challenger. The hope of subduing her by force is very small. The main difficulty lies in needing to deal with the fifth-tier fighter at three o'clock and suppressing that group of fourth-tier combatants."

Frey pointed to the target in the house and shared the information with his two companions in a low voice.

Ranch and Hyperion both shifted their gazes to Frey and nodded.

From Frey's words, he wanted to avoid a direct conflict, a point they both strongly agreed with.

Violence would not only not resolve the school's conflicts and disputes but would also deepen them. This would not only violate the principle of harmonious coexistence on campus but also affect the good image of the student council. Today's demolition work might not be completed smoothly and on time.

Therefore, their goal today must be to reach a friendly negotiation with the other party that is convincing to both sides.

"The three of you over there, what are you whispering about!"

A strong man seemed to have noticed the slight movement at the door, his voice like a roaring gale, stirring the air in the arena.

Hyperion was startled and took a step back warily. She wasn't good at dealing with such rude and violent martial artists.

However, Ranch appeared very relaxed. He pushed open the door and calmly asked,

"Excuse me, is this the 'Soul of Fighters' team's clubroom?"

"That's right."

The crimson-haired woman in the wooden house replied with a hint of contempt.

Her facial expression also began to become serious and unkind.

The composed aura of the newcomers, this tone of voice like an inspector, made the fighters in the arena inevitably think of the student council.

"So, what are you here for?"

The thugs in the wooden house asked in unison, their voices seemingly possessing magical power, enough to make the new students tremble with fear and sit down on the ground directly.

However, the three student council members standing at the entrance were obviously not ordinary people. They stood motionless in place, not afraid of the threats from the strong men at all.

"We are the student council staff. Now, according to the academy's decision and the execution order of the Hutton Kingdom's royal capital fire department, we need to vacate this room and demolish it today."

Hyperion put on a businesslike appearance, her tone like a bank clerk coming to collect debts.

Anyway, with Ranch backing her up, she wasn't afraid of anything.

As soon as she finished speaking, a domineering aura instantly filled the entire wooden house, as if directly refuting her words, and roars continued to sound.

"This is an important place for us. You guys who don't have the soul of martial arts, get out!"

(End of this chapter)