Snow Condenses 1

The long howl also stunned the group of students who had just arrived. They instinctively stopped in their tracks, standing a distance away, afraid to approach. Their primal instincts told them that the waste in front of them was now dangerous.

Among them, Alan and his group had the clearest view. They saw Ryan's eyes change from brown to red at a visible speed. An overwhelming sense of oppression immediately descended upon them. Realizing the situation was turning dangerous, Alan and his group began to retreat.

Just as they tried to turn and flee, they saw the two who had been holding Ryan up, now being grabbed by him—one in each hand—and suspended in the air. With their arms crossed, the two collided heavily with a "bang" and were knocked unconscious.

Ryan casually tossed the two aside and charged toward Alan. Seeing this, Alan couldn't care less about his shock and turned to run.

A strange, devilish grin curved on Ryan's lips as his blood-red eyes exploded with a killing intent.

After a few steps, Ryan leaped into the air and kicked Alan in the right shoulder. Alan was sent flying for more than ten meters before crashing heavily onto the ground.

At the same time, the pendant Alan had been trying to steal slipped from his grasp and flew toward the cliff's edge. Ryan saw it and immediately sprang up, dashing for the pendant.

Grabbing the pendant tightly in his hand, a chill spread from his palm, and a soft energy flowed into every part of his body. The violent bloodlust and other negative emotions that had gripped him earlier slowly faded away.

His blood-red eyes gradually returned to their normal color, and his rationality began to clear.

Now fully composed, Ryan stood at the cliff's edge, motionless, staring at the pendant in his hand. He felt a strange sense of familiarity, but couldn't understand why. His mind was lost in deep thought.

The onlookers from afar couldn't help but gasp. Had they not seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that the so-called waste was not only able to take on three opponents but completely overwhelm them.

The most frustrated was Alan. He never imagined that Ryan would wipe out the entire group with just a few punches and kicks. Now curled up on the ground, clutching his right arm, he was filled with fear.

However, after waiting for a long time, Ryan didn't come to trouble him. Instead, he stood with his back to him at the cliff's edge, motionless. Alan furrowed his brow in thought, sensing an opportunity. He gave a signal to a tall companion nearby, indicating that they should take advantage of Ryan's momentary lapse and push him off the cliff.

The tall young man, already trembling from fear of Ryan, was about to shake his head in refusal when he saw Alan's lips move, threatening, "If you don't do it, you'll die."

In Sweet Spring Town, Alan's family was as prestigious as House Stark, with masters of the highest level stationed there. They were one of the top families.

These so-called young heirs were accustomed to being pampered, and no one dared to refuse Alan's requests. Although Alan's talent was not impressive, his position in the family was high due to his status as a direct heir. Growing up spoiled, he had developed a narrow mind and ruthless personality.

The tall youth knew that, in the family, people like him—those with no remarkable talent—were essentially ignored, and the family would never take any drastic action over a conflict between him and Alan's family.

Under Alan's threats, the tall youth looked at Ryan's back, swallowed nervously, and muttered, "Since these two troublemakers can't be provoked by anyone, I guess I'm just unlucky!" With a yell, he charged at Ryan.

To the astonishment of everyone, Ryan still stood motionless, completely unprepared, and was knocked off the cliff by the tall youth.

The tall youth froze, horrified, and thought to himself, "What's going on? With so much noise, how could Ryan be knocked off so easily? Given his earlier performance, there's no way he would fall so simply. He must have been ready to take a beating like Alan did... Neither Alan nor Ryan are people I can mess with."

"Ryan..." Leah shouted in panic.

Just as this happened, Leah and the short-haired girl, who had just arrived, watched in horror as Ryan was knocked off the cliff. Tears welled up in Leah's eyes as she stood in furious grief.

While the tall youth was regretting his actions, Leah clenched her fists tightly and said in a low voice, "You all will die today."

Immediately, a faint blue glow began to surround Leah's body. A palm-sized water orb materialized in her hand, and a cold light flashed in her eyes. She flicked her wrist, sending the water orb into the air, where it exploded, turning into water arrows that shot toward Alan and his group.

As Alan and his group scrambled in panic, a red curtain suddenly appeared out of nowhere, forming a barrier in front of them. The water arrows collided with the red barrier, creating a sizzling sound before they were neutralized.

At that moment, someone approached from the distance. He wore a long green robe, tall and slender, with delicate and handsome features. A few strands of red hair were mixed in with his dark hair.

This person was Yarr, a genius student from Norton Academy, known for his superior elemental perception.

Yarr clasped his hands in a formal gesture and said, "Sister, nice technique! Alan is my younger brother. I ask that you show mercy and spare his life. After returning, our family will properly discipline him and give House Stark an explanation. How about it?"

Leah had already known that Yarr and Alan were siblings, and she had always had a good impression of him. His arrival made her heart tremble.

Although she was reluctant to antagonize him, she found herself on the opposite side nonetheless.

Alan had dared to oppress Ryan without hesitation, partly because their families were evenly matched in power, and partly because her brother, Harry, was stronger than Leah.

Leah knew that, no matter what, she couldn't back down. She could never watch her brother die in vain. Calmly, she said, "If that's the case, it can only be resolved with a battle. Their lives are mine to take."