Sir Ares, Goodnight

"Bash him up."

Having said that, a boy walked toward Jenson with his hands on his hips.

"Get up, Jenson. I want to fight with you solo."

"I refuse," Jenson said coolly, darting him a perfunctory glance.

"Hey, just look at his eyes. Are you looking down on m e?" Uncertain, the student turned around and asked his friends.

"Logically speaking, this useless piece of junk isn't supposed to have such a sharp gaze, but you're right, Boss, he did look down on you earlier." "Hehe, Jenson, you have a death wish, do you know that?" With that said, the boy lifted his foot without warning and swung it toward Jenson's neck. Like a sharp axe, his kick came slashing toward Jenson at a speed of light.

"Arghhh!"

Suddenly, a tragic cry pierced the sky.

After hearing the scream, the boy's friends who were smiling smugly at first now had their mouths wide open. They turned pale with fright as if they had just seen a ghost.

Jenson had yet to move.

was dislocated and he remained suspended in the air

"What happened, Boss?"

few students hurried up to

He has

"A helper? Where?"

was seen standing in front of the boys

in a silver-white invisibility cloak. At this moment, she took off her invisibility cloak and revealed a pair of wide-leg trousers and a tight-fitting

looked to be about 17 or 18 years old. When she was not smiling,

"Whitney Cornelius?"

girl let out

and asked,

chided the boys, "How dare you bully Jenson? I've taken him under my wing. Do you want me to remove

bodies?"

plastered across the boys' faces. Whitney might look beautiful, but she

the

when it came to fighting-not even when all the martial arts students in