fanmtl Chapter 335: The Master’s Fury: The Insurrection Of The Weak
Chapter 335: The Master’s Fury: The Insurrection Of The Weak
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! THAT’S MY GIRL!!!"
Hayatobi violently jumped to his feet, his booming voice reverberated all over the grand Arena. The sheer vibrations rattled the crystal glass of the royal room.
Everyone in the plush, ornate royal room stared at the Master teacher in absolute surprise. For decades, Hayatobi had maintained the unbothered, calm demeanor of a peak cultivator; this was the absolute first time they had ever seen him jump up with this much unbridled joy.
"Hahaha!! Indeed! Mirabella is a blessing to us!" Elrod, the Emperor of the Dragon Empire, said with a booming laugh.
’Now I know why Master Hayatobi refused my challenge. This Girl is a monster.’ Lucas thought, a cold sweat rolling down his face as he stared at the staggering 1.5 billion point total on the main screen. His hands, usually steady from years of martial training, shook subtly against his royal robes.
"Wow! I know Mirabella will win, and I also suspected Hitachi will get a good score, but I didn’t expect Carl... How did that weak young man have such strength?" Princess Delphine asked, her eyes narrowing as she was staring directly at Carl’s name on the display. In their previous academy assessments, Carl was merely an average student, a footnote in the shadow of the elite.
"Haha! Of course, Mirabella taught him well." Hayatobi said with a boisterous laugh, stroking his jaw with immense satisfaction.
"Ahem, did you guys noticed it?"
The joyous atmosphere vanished instantly as everyone turned to the exceptionally beautiful woman sitting gracefully in the corner of the room—the Empress.
"Noticed what, Mom?" Delphine asked in genuine confusion.
"The students’ auras, and their killing intent... it shouldn’t be something kids should have." She said, her voice dropping to a low, serious register. The residual energy bleeding off the returning students wasn’t the chaotic, sloppy spirit energy of academy trainees; it was the cold, compressed, unyielding pressure of hardened slaughterers.
Hayatobi’s smile faded into a sharp line. He turned his gaze back to the screen and spread his sweeping sensory energy all over his returning students and the entire force standing in the arena below. His eyes widened as the raw information flooded his consciousness.
"Lv500, Lv400, Lv300?! The weakest is Lv100! How did they reach such levels in three days?!!" He asked in profound shock, his master-level understanding of cultivation rules completely failing to explain the numerical absurdity. Three days in Earth should have been mathematically insufficient to harvest that much EXP.
"Master Hayatobi, you mentioned handing a military token to Mirabella, what rank do you think she is?" The Empress asked again, her instincts warning her that the geopolitical balance of the three empires was violently tilting.
"She shouldn’t be that high, the last time, she is just a sergeant... Let me check." He murmured, tapping his sleek Galaxy bracelet. The blue, holographic military interface rapidly bloomed before him, pulling real-time data from the central war core. The moment his eyes locked onto Mirabella’s updated badge, his entire body froze, the energy in his veins stalling.
"This?"
"What happened, Master teacher? Is she now a Colonel?" The Emperor asked, leaning forward, staring intently at the older man’s rigid posture.
Hayatobi slowly turned the holographic screen towards them, ensuring the central interface was fully visible. The moment their eyes saw the flashing, blood-red insignia of the Five Stars God General Rank, the whole imperial family was completely horrified.
"Mirabella is now the youngest five stars general in the whole three empires." Hayatobi answered, his voice dropping into an awed, quiet whisper as he turned his head back to the calm, unbothered girl standing in the center of the roaring Arena.
"What type of opponents did she encounter on Earth?" He asked himself, realizing the planet they had sent her to must have been an absolute death zone of high-level entities.
"Dad, Mom! Isn’t Mirabella’s growth too fast?!!" Prince Lucas asked, aggressively getting to his feet, his royal pride completely shattered by her ascension.
"Why do you ask that? Isn’t it a good thing?" Delphine asked in confusion, still viewing the situation through the lens of academic achievement.
"Good thing?! She is now a five stars god general! With that rank, she can command the Imperial soldiers of a whole region!! If she advanced to the Last rank, the rank of Celestial Guardian, even Father, who is the Emperor, will have to be respectful to her!" Lucas stated, his voice laced with venomous jealousy. The hierarchy of the military trumped hereditary royalty once it crossed into that realm.
"You are saying If she has enough influence, my position will be compromised?" Elrod asked, his imperial demeanor turning icy as he turned his gaze to his son.
"Yes!" Lucas said.
"What do you want us to do then?" Elrod asked him directly, the question completely stunning the crown Prince for a brief moment. Lucas’s judgment, utterly clouded by fear and inadequacy, snapped completely as he yelled:
"We can use the soul bond and block her cultivation--"
BAM!!
Before the final word could fully leave his mouth, a localized, absolute force smashed violently into him. The sheer speed of the strike left the Emperor unable to even deploy a defensive barrier. Lucas flew backward across the luxurious suite, his body violently smashing into the reinforced wall, and he fell to the floor, vomiting a heavy mouthful of dark, crimson blood.
"What is this?!" Elrod yelled, instantly releasing his own All-bloodlines aura as he was turning fiercely to Hayatobi.
"Mirabella is my disciple, how dare you have such thoughts! Do you think because you’re the crown Prince I can’t kill you?" Hayatobi asked, his voice no longer that of a jovial teacher, but of a catastrophic calamity.
A suffocating, absolute killing intent spread out from his form, a pressure so dense it threatened to crush the royal room’s structural arrays. Yet, his control was so terrifyingly perfect that not a single drop of this pressure escaped the room to reach the clueless audience outside.
"Master Hayatobi, he’s just a child, please don’t be angry." The Empress quickly said, her regal composure shattering as she rushed to the side of her bleeding son, channeling healing energy into his broken chest.
Hayatobi stared at her with cold, merciless eyes, entirely unimpressed by her maternal panic, and slowly turned his head to the Emperor.
"Elrod... This is a warning to you. If you dare lay a hand on my Disciple, I will take you down from that throne of yours." He said coldly, stating the threat not as an emotional outburst, but as an absolute, factual inevitability.
"Yes, I understand, it won’t happen again." Elrod said quickly, bowing his head slightly as cold sweat rolled down his face.
He was a Lv500 All-bloodlines, theoretically matching Hayatobi in standard stats. But the Master Teachers of Galaxy Fall were entirely different entities altogether. Each of them possessed hidden ancient inheritances and conceptual combat techniques that easily bypassed the limitations of Level 500; the physical laws of the world were the only thing holding them back from ascending further.
"And you." Hayatobi turned his freezing gaze down to the trembling Prince, who was clutching his fractured sternum on the floor.
"You graduate from the Academy, joined the Military, and what is your rank all these years? You aren’t even a Colonel, and you dare plan against a God general, this act alone warrants death! But because of your Father, I will spare you this time..." He turned on his heel and walked towards the heavy double doors, his joyous mood completely ruined by the royal family’s petty insecurities.
"If you offend her in the future and get yourself and the Empire in trouble, I will watch her wipe out your family." With that final, chilling declaration, he walked away, the doors slamming shut behind him, leaving a thoroughly stunned and terrified Royal Family behind.
Delphine swallowed hard, her throat incredibly dry. In all the years she had lived under Hayatobi’s guidance, this was the absolute first time she had ever felt the true, unbridled depth of his killing intent. She shakily turned her head to look at her groaning Brother, whose ribs were completely broken and shattered beneath his armor:
’This brother of mine is truly foolish.’ She thought, realizing that Lucas had just actively tried to plot against a being who could now command armies with a single word.