Chapter 230 Found Some Trash

While water balls, wind blades, earth spikes, and icicles were thrown toward him, Kyle simply smiled.

Releasing more than a dozen crescent wind blades as a reaction to their attack, he controlled them precisely.

Accurately shooting them out in order to fire two wind blades for one attack of his opponents each, he easily destroyed them.

In fact, Kyle's crescent wind blades didn't shatter even after clashing with the elemental attacks.

They continued to advance and blasted toward the six nobles that eyed the wind blades with surprised looks.

"What?!"

It had been a long time since they had seen someone with an overly high proficiency of an elemental affinity while being just at the Vitae stage.

Because of that, the six nobles had not expected Kyle's wind blades to be unscathed after the impact with their own elemental attacks.

He did not lose control over them, and could accurately control them in a manner only Krysal stage Cultivators were said to be able to move their elemental attacks!

As such, from being fully prepared to attack, the six nobles instinctively shifted to a defensive stance.

They halted their advance and awaited the crescent wind blades that numbered over 20.

However, the moment they reached near them, the wind blades split up, seemingly bursting open as they shot towards the sky and their right and left sides.

This seemingly simple move caused the young nobles to frown deeply as they exerted their own elemental affinity.

Materializing more than a dozen attacks each, they first targeted the wind blades.

Afterward, they shifted their attention to Kyle as he had attacked them seemingly 'without' reason.

He was also a mere stranger on their lands, which made it much easier for them to excuse themselves upon attacking Kyle!

Little did they know that even their title couldn't save them if they were to even touch a single strand of his hair.

But then, for this to happen, they had to reach him first.

And that was far more difficult than they had previously expected.

After all, not only was Kyle's speed higher than theirs by a large margin, but Kyle was not alone either.

He had utilized the wind currents around him to boost himself, and a few seconds later Yasmine and Beatrice had rushed to his aid too.

The two women had more powerful and customized movements technique, and even their cultivation base was higher, allowing them to accelerate faster.

Meanwhile, owing to Kyle's boost, he was even faster than they were.

This led to the team of three to form a formidable team when they reached the six nobles, who initiated their counterattacks without a second's delay.

They completely ignored the fact that foreign races were only allowed to enter the academy ground upon receiving an invitation to attend the Special class for foreign races.

As such, nearly all of them were heavenly prodigies, royalty of the demihumans, or favored by the Lahin kingdom's nobility and royalty.

The six simply believed that it was their birthright to defeat, and possibly even kill the three grand existences that had dared to interrupt their fun time by bullying someone and releasing their frustration and anger.

Thus, brandishing their weapons, thrusting and slashing out, they attacked the newcomers.

Ice-cold eyes started at Kyle and his group, but they didn't even think of evading the attacks.

And this included even the elemental affinity attacks that were released from above.

While Beatrice released a portion of the blood that coursed through her body, she blocked off the attacks from above, while issuing a thrust towards the flat side of the weapons that were supposed to pierce through her skin, flesh and bones.

With rapid movements, she easily blocked off everything, only to continue to advance forward.

Thus, Beatrice emerged in front of two of the six nobles as she used the hilt of her weapons to knock them out.

However, as she was slightly annoyed at the nobles, Beatrice didn't even think of holding back as she smashed the hilt on the temples of the Lohar nobles.

A loud, thump could be heard, and Kyle, who was able to perceive Beatrice's anger could only hope that the two nobles would survive her wrath.

Throwing a short glance towards them, he noticed that they simply collapsed and that a bump was forming on their temples.

'If its just that.' Kyle thought, shrugging his shoulders inwardly before diverting his attention back to his own opponents.

The two nobles he faced were not even worth being called that.

In his opinion, they were no less than a disgrace of the nobility of any kind of possible race.

Their movements were far worse than expected, clearly showing Kyle that they didn't have much or any real combat experience.

Maybe they had fought against some instructors, but it seemed like they had never fought against someone in a life-or-death battle, let alone against beasts that would viciously tear them apart.

Thus, Kyle could simply blast out a powerful gust of wind, targeting the Lohar nobles' eyes.

This forced them to close their eyes, giving Kyle the opportunity to disarm the two Lohars.

Only a second or two later, he also knocked them out, smashing the hilt of the dulled katana into their heads.

Kyle was, by no means, satisfied with this sight, but he really couldn't care less as he brushed past the unconscious nobles.

The condition of the young unmoving Lohar was bad, and Kyle simply ignored the nobles to make use of the Nurture ability on.

When he empowered it with his Soul force, he realized that there was not too much energy.

The Soul storage didn't have any Soul energy left, so he had to use his reserves sparingly as he tended to the young Lohar.

'Please let this be enough!' Kyle could only hope as he reached the unmoving commoner before touching him.

It was only then that he could clearly sense the condition of the young man, and Kyle's eyes widened a little.

'What willpower. He is not even unconscious…'

Based on the bruises, and internal injuries that Kyle was able to perceive, most would have either lost their consciousness or already died!

However, the young Lohar's eyes were open, if only barely, and he had clearly seen everything that happened.

As such, upon hearing what was happening, followed by the nobles finally leaving him alone, he was overjoyed to see Kyle's face.

It didn't matter what kind of race his savior belonged to, as the young man was glad that at least someone had come over to help.

This was not something anyone would naturally do, and risk offending nobles for the sake of a stranger!

Because of that, he wanted to convey his gratitude, but when he opened his mouth to speak, he spit out blood.

"Don't speak, otherwise your condition might worsen. And I didn't really go through all this trouble on the academy's ground, just to rescue a dead man!"

Kyle's words were calm and a smile appeared on his face that reassured the Lohar, who began to breathe evenly.

After Kyle made use of this ability, the young Lohar sensed a soothing energy coursing through his body and, he quickly noticed that his condition was improving.

He was not healing at once, but his worst injuries were slowly being tended to.

The internal bleeding had stopped, giving him the necessary time to take a few deep breaths before he finally closed his eyes without worries.

Having been too worried about dying, his entire focus had been on surviving, and on the hope that somebody would step in and call out his bullies to help him fight back the injustice, he was facing.

And then, someone had really come to his rescue!

It was as if a small dream had come true, allowing him to survive, but a dreadful thought flashed through his mind as he fell into a deep slumber.

'And what am I going to do with the exams now?!'

Meanwhile, as the young Lohar fell into a slumber, Kyle sighed in relief.

Getting up from the ground, he looked over to Beatrice and Yasmine.

There, he saw that they had whisked away the remaining nobles and that too without the use of their relatively newly unveiled special traits.

Not using the blood armor and the portion of the Phoenix bloodline, they were still able to easily knock out the Lohar race's nobles.

Thus, seeing that they were unscathed, Kyle gave them a thumbs up, before smiling lightly.

Carefully picking up the young Lohar, he threw him over his shoulders, while looking around to find any kind of Medic.

He couldn't leave the youth alone, not with the six unconscious nobles nearby.

With that in mind, Kyle was ready to leave, ignoring the fact that he had also somehow warned the entire surrounding of nobles to not exploit the weaklings.

As such, he didn't expect a bunch of Lohars to appear ahead of them, though they were more than a hundred meters away from them.

They circulated primordial energy through their body in order to increase the distance from the approaching group even faster.

However, even then, they had been far too late, which caused a deep frown to appear Kyle's face as he continued to walk ahead.

"Hello, dear Head of the Academy's Council. Nice to meet you. My name is Kyle, and the two women by my side are my comrades.

We just prevented these nobles from killing a defenseless Lohar, who has a lower cultivation base than any of them.

I hope you won't misunderstand the situation!"

He had no intention to avoid the Krysal stage Lohar, who walked ahead of everyone else.

In fact, he simply stared into the noble's eyes, seemingly unbothered by the presence of the sky blue furred Lohar, whose physique looked like it had been sculptured by a master sculptor!

The uniform he wore was tightly enveloping his body, but his ripped muscles protruded out of the thin clothing material, making it strain.

However, after a second of appreciation of the Lohar's hard-earned physique, Kyle saw the cold eyes that were staring daggers at him.

"Eh…if someone has a healing affinity, ability, or possibly even some stronger potions it would be nice of you to help this young fella…please?"

He didn't understand why nobody was moving, and as he looked at them expectantly, he heard the hoarse voice of the young Lohar in the front.

"I do not care who you are, but you do realize that you are not in your own territory, that you fought against the nobility of this kingdom, and that you offended six different families for the sake of an ordinary commoner all at once?"

His voice sounded cold, but Kyle didn't sense any hostility. This was quite reassuring, and Kyle simple nodded his head before answering,

"Well, I do not believe that this young Lohar on my back is as ordinary as you think. After all, what kind of reason is there for more talented nobles that had awoken two cultivation veins to team up, just to punch and kick an ordinary commoner?

Six against one should be a shame for them, and even more so to have been defeated by only three strangers at a lower cultivation base.

Either way, I don't believe that they're nobles. They don't know any manners, act like hoodlums, and are cruel to their own people.

That's simply disgusting, don't you think so, Council Head?"

The fact that Kyle blatantly stated his opinion, caused some of the Lohars behind the Council Head to grumble.

They were ready to admonish Kyle at once, but instead of allowing his people to do anything stupid, the Lohar at the front lifted his hand to stop them.

"You are probably right, but that still doesn't change the laws of the Lahin kingdom. We will have to investigate everything thoroughly.

What works in your favor is the fact that the Lohars are merely knocked out. From the looks of it, they have sustained only one injury, which means that you three could have killed them easily.

And seeing the big difference between how the commoner looks like to what their injuries appear, I can tell that you are not lying."

Turning around, he pointed at one of the woman before moving his finger towards the Commoner.

"Take care of him, and heal him!" His voice didn't leave any place for doubt or retaliation.

And even though the young Lohar didn't want to waste her energy on a Commoner, she followed the orders she had received.

That being said, Kyle placed the young Lohar on the floor in a careful manner, before leaving him to the young woman, only to perceive that the Council Head had stepped forward, reaching out with his hand.

"Merl Lion, nice meeting you, Kyle…or should I call you the Masked Man, or the Overlord of the Brawl?"