High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 1004 - 66: Strong Start, Weak Finish

Chapter 1004: Chapter 66: Strong Start, Weak FinishDuring the end-of-term hunting party ceremony last semester, Zheng Qing had experienced such a feeling before.

At that time, a breeze swept past him, blowing toward the prey on the hunting ground. Those demons, originally restrained by magic, charged frenziedly toward the direction of the stands where he was located.

Luckily, he was situated on the safe stands, hundreds of meters away from those frantic creatures, separated by several layers of sturdy magical barriers. Moreover, those demons were bound by the chains used by the hunters of the ceremony. They had charged less than ten meters before being pulled back.

The irritated hunters lashed at them with whips.

Initially, Zheng Qing also wanted to believe that the loss of control by the demons was due to a "magic malfunction." But when he faced a group of unchecked beasts again and those crazed looks once more, he immediately discarded the delusion in his mind.

The way they looked at him, it was like hungry dogs seeing bones.

Or rather, demons seeing a bowl of Monk Tang’s flesh.

In an instant, Zheng Qing’s mind was flooded with many images he had subconsciously ignored—on the entry plane, Nikita licking his ear and whispering into it, the wild struggle of the kappa monster by Lakeside of Bell Lake, the uncontrollable demons during the school hunt, and the uninvited "guests" during the winter hunt.

Particularly, the accident during the school hunt.

Professor Yao had once suggested that he consult with Professor Montreya from First University, who was very authoritative in the field of bloodline re

"Dimly shadowed, thunder rolling faintly!"

"Not trembling nor stirring, neither constrained nor rigid!"

Four spells, four brilliant instances of magic.

The first three spells fell upon the Black Tide, where the magical creatures, initially howling and charging, first appeared disoriented under the Chaos Spell, their formation plunging into chaos; then they struggled laboriously under the Hypnosis Curse, dizzy and disoriented; finally, under the booming threat of the Thunder Curse, they lay softly on the ground, daring not to move.

The fourth spell struck the wizards forming the defensive line.

Neither terrified nor faltering, neither cowardly nor distraught, this could be considered the best spell for stabilizing the morale of the troops.

"Su Shijun??!!"

"God, did you hear my prayers?"

"Tell me, I’m not dreaming!!"

"Is that really Miss Su? What is she doing here?"

"Feels like I’ve used up all my luck for a lifetime today..."

Compared to these uncontrollably excited voices, other more rational ones like ’Can Beta Town still afford Miss Su?’ and ’I think Su Shijun’s husband must be right beside us!’ quickly became drowned out.

Zheng Qing looked up at the witch floating midair, his eyes revealing a glimpse of relief, heaving a deep sigh of relief in his heart.

"Thank goodness..." he murmured softly to himself.

Soon, several figures clad in long robes rose slowly from the position, floating toward Su Shijun, and after a brief exchange—because of the distance, Zheng Qing could only make out that the wizards were bowing and expressing their gratitude to Su Shijun, unable to hear anything else.

"Seems like we can finally sit back and rest," Zhang Ji Xin tightened the knuckles of his gauntlet, his gaze sweeping over the reinvigorated hunters on the battlefield, he sighed deeply, "I wonder if Beta Town will cut our commission because of this."

"What a letdown... I actually wanted to wrestle with that Chisel Tooth," Xin Fat Man exclaimed loudly as he patted his chest, his eyes sneakily glancing upwards—he had somehow transformed into a Blue Giant at his limit again, with his head nearly level with the nearest small building’s rooftop.

Zheng Qing felt that if the Blue Fatty could just jump slightly, he would surely be eye-to-eye with Su Shijun floating midair.