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.

dislocated and he remained suspended in the air as

"What happened, Boss?"

students hurried up to help

see? He has

"A helper? Where?"

girl was

her invisibility cloak and revealed a pair of wide-leg trousers and a tight-fitting crop top underneath. Like a stunner, she had a

or 18 years old. When she was not smiling,

"Whitney Cornelius?"

girl let out a

boys stared at her and asked, "Why are you helping

glanced at the obedient-looking Jenson sitting quietly on one side and chided the boys, "How dare you bully Jenson? I've taken him

bodies?"

boys' faces. Whitney might look beautiful, but she had outstanding fighting skills and was also a top-scorer

was known as the queen of martial

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