<h4>Chapter 214 Small Episode 3</h4>


    It was like the whole world was going wrong. Cullen cked out and his ears rang. He waspletely clueless as to what was happening. Why did Charles join in their coherence and work so hard to help them y the music, share the pressure, and help Banner toplete the movement? Was it because of his long-time hatred for Ye Qingxuan that he took this opportunity to kill Ye Qingxuan? Or did he want to betray his friends so that he could join in the student council? Or was he going to do something bad?


    No, that was not right. The main control of the coherence was in the hands of Banner. Charles could only help after joining in. If he wanted to spoil it, he would be the one to take the pressure when the music theoretic bnce was destroyed and be the first to die. So why did he do this?


    Cullen’s face paled instantly and every cell of his body was screaming, "Something’s fishy! Fishy! Fishy! Fishy!" There must be something wrong here! They must have some kind of trick! But what was it? He wanted to call off Banner, but Banner was already immersed in the immense power, calling the shadow in the clouds, and had fallen into madness.


    In any case, the fourth movement was nearlyplete! The shadow of the giant dragon would be summoned topletely destroy the Eastern kid. Whatever Charles had intended to do, it was toote.


    In the next moment, in the heavy darkness of the night, a rainstorm fell from the sky. Everything lost its color under the roaring thunder. Mighty was the nature’s power.


    Even people outside were shaken to numbness and were immobilized. They were frightened by the terrible pressure in the clouds. The clouds broke apart, from which the embryo of destruction was finally born.


    Bannerughed because in the next moment, the dragon would descend from the sky and destroy everything.


    "I haven’t seen such a crazy student in decades."


    "He’s only eighteen years old but he dared to challenge the Resonance level and is even able to resonate weakly with the aether sea ..."


    "Is this a skill of the School of Royalty? It’s really impressive."


    "Although this is too bold, but his talent should not be denied."


    On the stands, the professors exchanged views with each other and looked to Ye Qingxuan with somepassion. Perhaps this talented youth who recently became infamous would be Banner’s stepping stone on the path to sess?


    Startled shouts also came from the spectators. Many graduates were pale with the horror of the horrible astronomical phenomenon. They were full of astonishment, fear, confusion, and exmation. Was this the difference between geniuses and mortals? It was like they finally realized how shallow their abilities were. After such a long time, they had barely touched the edge of Deva sensing. How old was he? How was he able to reach the Resonance level?


    Under all the troubled eyes, the clouds, dark as iron, cracked apart. A pair of ice-blue eyes opened within. They lit up with the majesty from the top of the food chain. The eyes were cold, serious, dignified, and high and mighty. It was the emperor sitting on his throne. Everything was only dust before it; all living things were his ves.


    Under the call of the music, the hideous shadow rose from the throne made by those iron clouds. Then it descended from the sky and uttered a thunderous roar, "Meow!" At this moment, whether it was on the field or outside the city, the bleachers or the auditorium, the locker room or even the entire Royal Academy of Music, it was all thrown into silence.


    There was a deadly awkward silence. Everyone stared nkly at each other and could not believe what they had seen.


    Only at the very edge of the field, Old Phil suddenly raised its head, opened its mouth excitedly and began barking.


    "Is it the effect of the fourth movement from Symphony No. 8?" The bleachers were still silent as Egor asked weakly, "Or am I seeing incorrectly? Why do I see a...a..."


    "Cat," Ludwig replied nkly. "Yes, it''s a cat."


    At this moment, everyone felt the limitations of their brain and suddenly felt that their IQ was too low. What the h*ll was going on? There was such a big buildup, such strong aetheric fluctuations, such an awesome prestige and majestic momentum...but all that was summoned was a f*cking cat! Next, was the most embarrassing, most difficult and darkest minute since the establishment of the Royal Academy of Music.


    Countless people began suspecting their own eyes and sanity, asking themselves if they smoked too much mandst night. How could they have such an illusion?


    A cat?


    Why was it a cat…


    The gray cat had four pure white paws and a strand of white at the tip of its tail. It walked back and forth in the arena. Banner''s face was pale as he watched the cat rubbing around himself sweetly.


    The cat’s face revealed a fawning expression. The expression was even more exaggerated than that of a human. It was b*tchy, just like the b*stard standing in the corner of the field, almost passing out fromughter!


    "Hahahaha ..." Charles was now rolling on the floorughing, and had almost lost his breath. He pounded the ground with indescribable joy in his heart. After so many years of disappointment, he finally let others experience how he had felt before.


    This world was like this. After one suffered, watching others suffer again was a great enjoyment. Especially for Charles, who was a b*stard that was best at feeding others sh*t, seeing this scene made him cry tears of joy.


    As Banner’s face twisted, Charles’sughter gradually spread like an infection until, in the end, everyone in the standsughed involuntarily. Both on and off-field were suffused with this light atmosphere.


    To quote Charles’s dream talk aboutputer games, all theughtercked was someone saying "good game!" But this was not the end.


    Three kittens fell down one by one, in the dark clouds which had not dissipated yet. Afternding, they started torturing Banner’s teammates like a windstorm.


    Then came a strange pile of pots and pans, chairs, tables, grilled chicken with cheese and turkey. Finally, a cute yellow mouse fell from the ck cloud. Then the war started...


    As the autumn wind blew the fallen leaves, the yellow mouse and the gray cats began to fight, ignoring everyone else. Armed with various weapons, they frantically beat each other amongst the fossilized yers. They looked so lovely and cute, but each was more brutal and bloody than thest.


    They fought with such intensity that children would cry in fear if they saw. During the fight, the gray cat kicked the ser ball that was in its way, and then grabbed a chopper and iron bar to chase the yellow mouse.


    The ball that was kicked cut a sad arc in the air. It passed over the nk goalie, and finally fell into the. The whistle sounded. The music history department got one more point...


    Cullen’s heart almost broke at the whistle. Two lines of tears rolled down silently and he practically broke down sobbing. Gavin gave his younger brother to him, so Cullen put so many of his best men into this team to help Banner regardless of the cost. But what was the result? They were beaten like dogs by amateurs of the music history department.


    From beginning to end, Banner had not adopted any of his suggestions but held his own stubborn thoughts, aiming all hatred to that Eastern kid. He fought in full force early at the opening, and just now, he even directly absorbed the other''s power.


    This extravagant tactic was like the legend where a man used one-thousand green gold coins to kill a tiger. It was forthright and strong, but he hadpletely hurt himself and it was unnecessary. Moreover, the music history department had a set of strange skills. Ye Qingxuan, especially, was still mysterious. Was this guy trying to imitate the wolf disguised as the sheep? But it did not look like that!


    Cullen still could not figure it out. Even with his years of experience, and was sly as a fox, he still had no idea what Ye Qingxuan was intending to do. He could not help but be so depressed he almost spat out blood.


    Actually, ording to the current situation, there was a more straightforward way—for example, they could bypass Ye Qingxuan directly to defeat the rest one by one, but Banner would never admit that he could not handle Ye Qingxuan.


    Even if Banner tried to be like Gavin and pretended not to care about school matters, he still could not copy his elder brother''s essence. Instead, he was so easily provoked by Ye Qingxuan’s joking words before the game.


    Cullen sighed. He suddenly looked up and shouted, "Referee, request for a timeout!"


    -


    The request was epted and the spectators booed. Banner''s face turned white and green. He looked at the others like a beast looking at its prey. His teammates were too afraid to look him in the eye, but Cullen stood still before him.


    "Why stop?" Banner asked hoarsely. "I just need a bit longer because I…"


    "Before you lose miserably," Cullen interrupted him with a solemn look. "Banner, don''t be childish. You were yed in his hands from the beginning. Don’t you remember how Modifications died in the first round?"


    "That''s because they''re too weak!"


    Cullen frowned. "But you might not be strong either."


    "You ..." Banner fell into rage. He did not understand how the submissive guy who had always obeyed him suddenly be so brave. He wanted to yell but turned speechless in front of Cullen''s eyes.


    In the awkward stillness, Cullen lowered his voice and looked at him. "You are the leader, but don''t drag the others down because of personal reasons. Gavin didn’t tell us to help you embarrass the whole student council!"


    Hearing his voice, Banner face turned white with splotches of lividness. Fury built up in his features, but when he looked at the yers, he was forced to restrain his anger. Those yers had no objection to Cullen''s decision. In other words, they were practically cheering.


    One must know that although the leader was Banner, all the yers were the backbone of the student council. In their eyes, when Gavin was absent, the real leader was Cullen. Banner was after Cullen...If not for Gavin''s orders, these guys probably would not even respond to him.


    Having thought it through, Banner forced his anger back, chewed his thin lip, and lowered his eyes. "I…understand."


    "Good. It''s not toote to fix things." Cullen patted him on the shoulder with a sincere expression. "Don''t be upset. Gavin is my good friend so I’ll definitely help his brother. Don''t worry, this time we’ll win beautifully!" He cheered up and led his teammates to form a circle. He quietly cheered the frustrated students on. He might not have had Gavin’s extraordinary influence, but Cullen''s speech undoubtedly lifted the team’s spirits.


    "The next tactic is to secure the offense. Ignore the interference of the music history department and absolutely do not get affected by them. The best way is to turn a blind eye. Never get caught up in their rhythm, okay?" Cullen looked solemn. "...This time, at the opening, we’ll bypass Ye Qingxuan and go straight to the goal. The white-haired girl is exhausted and there’s no need to worry about Charles. The remaining yers pay attention to the guy with the headpiece Follow our original n and turn the tides in the second half! Are you confident?"


    "Yes!" The yers roared and their muscles bulged. They were energized with their morale lifted.


    Cullen smiled and patted Banner heartily on his shoulder. "This time, Banner, you’re still main offense. As long as you do follow the strategy, the victory will be ours!"


    Banner''s shoulders trembled. He lowered his head and said, "I know." In a ce where no one could see, his eyes darkened. That green in his eyes was like frozen ice, hiding the deep abyss underneath. The manticore beside him felt his inner chaos. It turned its head and looked at him in bewilderment.


    He smiled. "Don''t worry about me."


    He stroked the manticore’s hair and thought, "It’s just there are some facts that they can''t understand…" His fingers were cut by the scales among the hairs, but he did not feel it. He just silently recalled that white-haired youth''s face and chanted in his mind, "No one can look at me like that, no one."