Flet had already trod out for several meters at a speed much faster than their pacing before.

Fanta Family? Qian Jin frowned hard, as he had recalled what their Princ.i.p.al Isabella had said. Rarely did the warriors of Fanta Family come to Punitive Expedition Academy. And for the recent years, the number of the recruited Fanta Family’s warriors totaled zero.

But now, some warrior from the Fanta Family appeared on the arena, for which there was only one explanation. The one who was in the fight was Fanta Kunge! Qian Jin sped up and looked up to the young warrior standing up and straight on the battle ring.

Bloodline Battle Form!

The young warrior in the battle ring had bulging muscles, which made him appear as tall as two meters and a half. A thin layer of visibly brown wrinkle sprawled through his hairy face, and a shallow light of murderous intent flashed out of his black eyes. The bulging muscles made him somewhat a flesh mountain full with explosive force.

Looked from afar, this young warrior under Bloodline Battle Form was more like a bear than Marc Gavin! Or in other words, this young warrior standing in the arena was a bear for sure: Flame Bear Bloodline Warrior!

If t.i.tan Bloodline Warriors, who were respected for their physical strength, were not included in the Top Ten Bloodline Warriors Families, the Flame Bear Bloodline Family might have been listed in this list.

Qian Jin walked toward the battle ring and saw Fanta Kunge who was kneeling on one leg while using one hand propped his body off of the ground. With the other hand covering his lower abdomen, and his eyes locked on the Flame Bear Bloodline Warrior in anger

Obviously, this fight in the battle ring was over. Striking bloodstains were dispersed around Fanta Kunge’s lips and on the ground not far away in front of him.

"I have said that the Fanta Family…no no no! They are just ordinary warriors and good-for-nothings." The Flame Bear Bloodline Warrior opened up his thick arms and looked at Fanta Kunge who was half kneeling on the ground with a gloating face, "I had just used one move of the fist! On what earth do you feel you deserve being a warrior when you cannot even take one hit from me?"

Among the crowd who were standing beside the arena and watching the fight, two young warriors crossed their arms around their chests and looking at Fanta Kunge with a cold sneer. Their eyes were filled with mockery and loftiness.

The other dozen warriors were full of frustration and sadness, and some of them even had their fists closely clenched. The ordinary warriors! The largest warrior group in the world! They used to think that since Fanta Kunge came from the n.o.ble Fanta Family, he could bring glory to the ordinary warriors. However, he was defeated in such a lamenting way.

"You are Fanta Kunge, right?" The st.u.r.dy Flame Bear Bloodline Warrior bent down and moved his big furry face near Fanta Kunge, "I remember that you have a brother called Fanta Kunsa, right? Did you start the fierce fighting with the intent to get revenge for your brother right? Listen to me. As your brother was beaten into a dead dog by my brother years ago, I could do the same. The Energy Reservoir Techniques of Fanta Family are good by all means! But our h.o.a.re Family not only possesses the Energy Reservoir Techniques for more than eighty energy reservoirs but also bloodline power!"

A lofty expression flashed out of Fanta Kunge’s eyes, "Your brother? h.o.a.re Tee, listen! If it wasn't for the despicable means your brother employed the day before the fight, how on earth could my brother get defeated by your brother, h.o.a.re Leve, the dumba.s.s? What are your families capable of, other than using nasty despicable tactics?" Fanta Kunge shouted.

"You…" The hair on h.o.a.re Tee’s face kept fluttering, and the loftiness in his eyes changed into sheer anger. He lifted his thick arms high and flung them down like a huge hammer. All of a sudden, his hands stopped above Fanta Kunge’s head by the distance of three fists.

Cold and murderous spirit! h.o.a.re Tee slowly turned his neck at Qian Jin who was standing not far from the battle ring with his strong bow forged from purified iron pulled into the shape of a full moon. The head of the arrow reflected the light of the sun but radiated a diametrically cold sense of death.

h.o.a.re Tee could sense that if his palm fell on Fanta Kunge just now, the arrow would shot him to death before he could cause any injuries to Fanta Kunge.

First-tier archer! h.o.a.re Tee looked at Qian Jin inquisitively. If it wasn't for the murderous intent exuded from the arrow all of a sudden, he couldn’t have found that he had already been locked onto by somebody with the strong bow.

"My friend…" h.o.a.re Tee slowly took back his arms, feeling afraid that he might be mistaken by Qian Jin, by which time he would be set into great trouble.

What was the definition of first-cla.s.s archers? After knowing that you have been targeted and yet had no confidence in dodge it, your opponent would be a first-cla.s.s archer.

h.o.a.re Tee was sure that he would be shot to death nine out of ten times, with only ten percent odds of escape under severe injuries. As there was an extremely short distance between them, the threat of the shot was enormous.

"I am not your friend." Watching Cech Flet helping Fanta Kunge to get up and walk down the battle ring together, Qian Jin slowly tucked away his Shoot Moon Bow and arrows and pressed gently on Fanta Kunge’s abdomen with his palm. It turned out that no bones were fractured and no damage was caused to Fanta Kunge’s internal organs. Fanta Kunge was just suffering from the pain caused by the brutal force of Flame Bear Bloodline.

A tall and slim gloomy-looking young warrior with squinting narrow eyes, crouching nose bridge, thin lips and green hair walked out of the crow, "Tee, the garbage of Fanta Family has been defeated by you. What’s the point of quibbling with him?"

"Lenz Zarf, you are right." As h.o.a.re Tee took back his Bloodline Battle Form, he seemed to be thirty-centimeter shorter. But still, he looked as strong as a bear even without the fur on his face. The eyes under his wide eyebrows were earthy yellow colored, "It’s really unfair that a good-for-nothing Fanta descendant is granted better resources than us bloodline warriors in every advanced warrior academy. His brother, Fanta Kunsa, received such treatment years ago and it seems that the history will be repeated." He said.

What type of bloodline warrior was this green-haired guy? Qian Jin looked this sullen-looking person called Lenz Zarf up and down and then turned to the young warrior who was slightly stooping by Lenz Zarf. This other warrior was short in height and leaner on the face.

Was he also a bloodline warrior? What type of bloodline warrior was he?

"h.o.a.re Tee, I will say it again." As the pain in Fanta Kunge’s lower belly gradually disappeared, he straightened up his back and said, "If your brother didn’t use the despicable means, my brother could tear your brother apart with a single hand."