NFBE Chapter 138 His Reputation Grows Stronger
Chapter 138 His Reputation Grows Stronger
In my memory, this woman was always an unapproachable, cold person. She was once teased for being pretty, but was always called a good-for-nothing.
Thinking about his remaining memories, Huang Hai curiously followed Feng Jiutian's gaze.
The man in the wheelchair had his face covered by a black cloth, but his gaze was gentle yet proud.
"We won," the Seventh Prince said confidently.
Without needing to look closely, he was certain that Feng Jiutian would win.
"Hmm," Feng Jiutian replied casually, and pushed the Seventh Prince back.
As a result, Feng Jiutian was challenged again as soon as he entered the class the next day.
The number of onlookers had decreased considerably, but the betting was still ongoing.
As the opponent unleashed their ultimate move, Huang Hai watched from a distance.
A hint of amusement flashed in Feng Jiutian's eyes. The spiritual power in his hand slowly condensed, and he unleashed a move.
"Holy crap, Hai-ge, isn't that your move?!"
Someone nearby shouted loudly,
Huang Hai looked at Feng Jiutian with a serious expression.
At that moment, he was certain that this person was a dual cultivator; the martial artist's spiritual power was merely auxiliary and extremely weak, with the power of the techniques being far more significant.
But it's different for mages.
Mages primarily rely on spiritual power to sustain a spell for attack, thus focusing more on cultivating spiritual power than on physical strength.
His move requires a large amount of water elemental power.
This person is not only a dual cultivator, but also a genius of three elements.
Who was it that said he was a piece of trash?
Huang Hai now only wants to strangle those people from back then.
It's unbelievable that such a genius would be considered a waste!
For several days in a row, Feng Jiutian spent his time in challenges and battles.
Although it's a bit tedious, it's not without its advantages. At least his practical combat skills are basically solid, and as long as he doesn't encounter a master, he still has the ability to fight.
Moreover, Feng Jiutian strangely discovered that he seemed to be able to learn the opponent's moves.
This is undoubtedly a decisive advantage in battle.
Imagine if, during a fight, your opponent suddenly used your signature move, especially your ultimate attack. This wouldn't just be catching you off guard, but also a psychological blow.
For those with slightly weaker mental fortitude, defeat is already inevitable.
Feng Jiutian's reputation gradually spread throughout the Royal Academy, and more and more people became aware of her existence.
More and more people are challenging her, wanting to fight her, not just for a challenge, but more for a friendly exchange.
Those who once insulted her gradually came to admire her.
That's how the Royal Academy is; everyone there is a proud and arrogant genius. If you don't have the ability to get in, you'll only be insulted.
However, if you have the power, you will be the person they value most, the person they can submit to.
Let your strength speak for itself, it's that simple.
Feng Jiutian's reputation grew louder and louder, and gradually, more and more people learned about her.
Meanwhile, the seventh prince, who was also her fiancé, became famous.
"Look, isn't that Feng Jiutian's fiancé?"
The Seventh Prince paused in his act of putting away the books, but then continued putting them away calmly, as if he hadn't heard the sarcasm in the words.
"You know, Feng Jiutian is so capable and talented, and she's on friendly terms with those talented men. How did she end up with such a fiancé? Not only is he a cripple, but he's also a prince that the emperor doesn't like. He'll definitely be a burden in the future."
People in the distance pointed and whispered, their faces full of disdain and resentment, as if they couldn't stand the Seventh Prince dragging Feng Jiutian down.
Not far away, a beautiful woman gradually walked over, her pace much faster than usual, as if she were avoiding something.
"All done?" As she approached, Feng Jiutian stopped and pursed her lips.
She keenly sensed something was off about the Seventh Prince, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.
The seventh prince sighed.
"What are you hiding from?"
A hint of impatience flashed in Feng Jiutian's eyes: "Those people are unwilling to admit defeat and always want to compete. I find it annoying."
Although she loves fighting, she dislikes meaningless battles the most.
I've tried again and again, but I haven't made any progress, yet they insist on having me try again. It's so annoying!
The Seventh Prince remained silent, feeling unusually agitated, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Feng Jiutian caught this emotion perfectly.
It's just a pity that due to her status and the fact that she had never asked before, she was too embarrassed to ask.
"Jiutian, you're so diligent in coming to pick up your fiancé. Nobody's as hardworking as you."
Huang Hai walked over arrogantly and ran to Feng Jiutian's side with a grin, glancing at the Seventh Prince with disdain.
Although he admired Feng Jiutian and was willing to befriend him, it didn't mean he looked down on Feng Jiutian, his good-for-nothing fiancé.
On the contrary, the fact that he didn't advise Feng Jiutian to break off the engagement was already a gesture of goodwill.
The Seventh Prince seemed used to it, his expression unaffected, calmly packing his things without uttering a word.
Seeing this, Huang Hai chuckled and tried to pat Feng Jiutian on the shoulder as usual, but Feng Jiutian dodged it in an instant.
Huang Hai sensed something was wrong and stared blankly at Feng Jiutian.
Feng Jiutian's face had turned completely dark, and his cold expression revealed his displeasure.
"Boss, big brother, what did I say wrong?" Huang Hai asked with a pained expression, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Heaven knows he was most afraid of Feng Jiutian's stern face.
Feng Jiutian's dark face was so striking that it was frightening to look at, and people dared not look directly at her, especially not into her eyes.
"If you can't stand me, you're free to leave."
Feng Jiutian said coldly, pushing the cart slowly, as if taking care of the Seventh Prince.
As Huang Hai watched their retreating figures, he felt an unusual warmth in his heart.
Even someone as powerful as Feng Jiutian was willing to stand up for him, and even the usually emotionless Feng Jiutian would get angry for him.
It seems these two people are not as simple as they thought.
The Seventh Prince remained silent until they had walked quite a distance before he hesitated and asked, "Your men?"
Feng Jiutian did not respond, but the Seventh Prince knew that she had tacitly agreed.
He chuckled softly, his voice filled with boundless joy.
As the days went by, under Feng Jiutian's influence, the rumors and gossip surrounding the Seventh Prince decreased considerably.
At least for now, not many people dare to actually go up to him and say anything bad about her.
Meanwhile, the martial arts students became increasingly powerful under Feng Jiutian's suppression, gradually attracting the attention of the academy's teachers.
But Feng Jiutian knew that this was far from enough.
The old man's words are still etched in her heart.
Becoming famous is not the goal, nor is gaining a foothold in the academy.
All of this was because she wanted to enter the advanced mage class, wanted to go to the library, and wanted to obtain that incomplete book on contract magic.