37 A Little Spar

Dean rested atop his bed, dreaming about what the next pills Leonard could create would be.

Leonard had locked himself into his room and traded a few Beast's corpses for Contribution Points.

This allowed Leonard to get away with being "Sick" during classes and was fundamentally underhanded trick.

It was nothing more than a suspicion but it was still a surprise for Dean that underhanded methods would slide so easily.

Classes were already finished but a student suddenly died during his trip to the Hundred Thousand Beast Forest.

No one cried as they were too busy carrying on with their own lives.

Those that seemed very close to that student held back their tears and instead prayed for success in the next life

Apparently it was due to an unforeseen poisoning that must have occurred due to family politics.

His family took advantage to paint themselves as heroes of justice while their competitors were now villains without any morals.

Dean chuckled at the abstract accusations thrown about because he already knew the poisoning was most likely done by him.

The reason he could come to that conclusion is because that student was the same student who dueled Dean at the beginning of school.

Compared to Joe who was stuck with Battle Intent for a couple minutes, this student had it much better off.

To realize that his death was used as a spark for his family's profit, how would he feel?

A the end of the day, it wasn't Dean's business

Dozing off closer and closer to sleep, Dean's eyes began to close however the door's knocking refused to allow him to rest.

*Knock**Knock*

Regaining the normal temperament he was known for, Dean walked towards the door to see who it was but he was instead greeted by people he thought he would never see.

Anne and Pierre.

Together they stood in front of his door while creating a commotion for others to talk about.

"Why are they here?"

"You think they're trying to recruit someone?"

"...And why would you ask me?"

Students living close to Dean started to gossip but Pierre was the first to break the ice.

"Follow us."

It was a very direct command that left no sense of context for the rest of the people to understand.

The upright arrogance to command Dean made him feel uncomfortable and have the desire to see what else he was going to do.

Depending on what he did, there was no limit to what Dean would try to do with both of them.

Pierre and Anne left without waiting for Dean's reply, leaving him to follow in their footsteps like a child.

Still clueless, Dean gathered information from his surroundings.

The students became less populated and instead of the towering buildings were now bright green trees in a forest.

It was a boring sight for Dean as he had just came back from a trip.

Eventually, they arrived at a clearing where the trees surrounded a single plain without any other living beings in sight

A desolate place

No witnesses

Dean couldn't help but smirk at the thought that Pierre and Anne were actually going to attempt to kill him

'You want to play this game, hmmph. We'll see the results at the end'

Once entering the center of the plain, Anne and Pierre turned towards Dean

Facing each other and glaring into each other's souls, Dean refused to yield at their tyranny but this caused an awkward silence that lasted an unusually long time.

Anne had obviously noticed this and coughed

"We're here to-"

Dean was paying attention to what Anne was attempting to say however a fist was inching closer to his face that he had to first notice.

It was not out of expectation that underhanded methods would be used but to start the fight like this left Dean confused.

Originally he thought that it was Christian calling the scummy methods but to think that Anne and Pierre started to adopt his tactics was interesting.

Anne held back her words and instead shrugged.

Pushing the fist away from him, Dean took advantage of the situation to kick towards Pierre at full strength

Theoretically he should be incapacitated however for an odd reason he was fine without anything too serious and only a few scratches

The minimum amount of strength to have that capability was at the very least a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

From the last minute aura Dean had sensed he gave an estimate of what strength Pierre contained.

According to his estimation it should at least be Nascent Soul 1 Cultivator

If that was so then it was very likely for Anne to have the same cultivation level.

Dean thought they were her to kill him however they had yet to pull out any weapons

'Either they are naive or they want to toy with me'

Thinking of those conclusions, Dean's eyes gleamed like an emerald.

Infuriated by the belittling, Dean still respected his opponents to not take advantage of them by using a dangerous weapon

Instead they brawled using their fists.

Dean was going to Pierre's legs like Joe's however his speed was unsuspectingly fast.

Now left in an open position, Pierre struck down with his elbow which could have caused serious damage however Dean let his leg flow upwards.

Transforming it into a knee, both clashed and caused a subtle sourness to be felt.

Pierre was still recovering from the unexpected strike and tried to see what Dean was doing.

Seeing a punch coming straight towards his abdomen, there was nothing much he could do.

Dean saw that victory was close and made sure that he wanted Pierre to suffer a little and infused some Battle Intent to the punch.

Anne had enough of the complications and used her Transmutation magic.

Pierre's stomach began to become slippery causing Dean's punch to slide towards his left.

The comical scene left Pierre to laugh

"We just want to talk."

Anne added more detail for Dean

"Nothing more and nothing less. We want an alliance to kill Christian."

"...What?"