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Su Qing stood on the clouds, looking down at the battle below while his hands moved without stopping. He assembled parts one by one, and soon a large, black cylindrical object appeared, with several magical beast cores quickly embedded in it.

The magic energy ring lit up.

Su Qing held the cannon in one hand and supported the muzzle with the other, aiming downwards with his eyes open and closed, waiting for an opportunity.

The battle below was intense. The lord's strength was truly outrageous. He was facing a combined attack from three high-ranking knights and seven or eight full-fledged knights who were close to grand knights.

Instead of being at a disadvantage, they ruthlessly slaughtered the others, leaving them in a very sorry state.

With such overwhelming strength, Alan felt he couldn't wield his sword effectively.

The man in black was slightly weaker than Alan, and since he wasn't good at direct combat, he could only harass from the sidelines.

The one who faces the greatest pressure is the head butler, who also has the highest level of hatred towards him.

No one would show mercy to a traitor. The lord wielded his greatsword with powerful, sweeping strokes, displaying tremendous explosive force.

More importantly, the lord was very familiar with the chief steward. Their decades-long friendship meant they knew each other inside and out.

Coupled with the overwhelming force of pure strength, the head butler was struggling to hold on. If it weren't for the helpers around him, he would have been cut in half by now.

"The Dragon Lord? Why doesn't he dare show himself? He's got guts, why don't you make him come out!"

The lord wielded his greatsword wildly, slashing and shouting as he did so, his eyes filled with an almost tangible coldness and killing intent.

Su Qing was somewhat conflicted. The jet-black cannon barrel was already turning red, and the energy-gathering ring was spinning rapidly, with the energy already accumulating to a terrifying level. More importantly, the guy below had made such a serious request, and he really wanted to grant it.

Forget it, let's wait and see. Under such immense pressure, those guys who are at the peak of the formal knight level should have a chance to break through!

Sigh, being a principal is really not easy, and finding a principal as responsible as him is even harder. He thought to himself with a sense of satisfaction, and looked at Little Iris beside him: "Am I not great? I can even give up my own reputation to train these students!"

The girl nearly exploded when she saw the cannon suddenly pointed at her, and hurriedly nodded.

Su Qing then turned the cannon back down.

The battle below continued. Among the group, Alice was the strongest besides Alan. Facing this pressure, she was the first to break through and enter the realm of the Great Knight, but she still couldn't change the course of the battle.

However, some minor accidents occurred.

In battle, all sorts of unexpected things can happen. Even if you have the upper hand, you must still be careful.

The lord's face darkened as he looked at the wound on his arm, pierced by the black-clad man's sword.

He uses a two-handed sword. With one hand injured, his combat power won't be halved, but it will be reduced by at least 30%.

His opponents, of course, would certainly not let go of this opportunity to kick a man when he's down.

He began to slowly fall into a disadvantageous position, and his injured hand became a major weakness.

Su Qing looked at the red-hot cannon barrel with worry, wondering if he would be able to fire this shot.

However, the lord did not disappoint him in the end, blocking the oncoming attack with a sword and quickly retreating.

At the same time, with a snap, a long golden whip cracked, making a crisp sound.

It is woven from gold thread and has bloodstains that have seeped into it over the years and cannot be washed off.

The moment that whip appeared, an immense fear rose in everyone's hearts—a fear that had no basis whatsoever.

The source of the fear was that whip.

Holding a whip, the lord was no longer the elegant old nobleman he once was; his face was contorted with rage.

This is his trump card; even the second and third brothers don't know it.

In reality, this was just an ordinary whip, the only difference being the quality of the materials used.

But as he used this whip to beat the slaves year after year, some strange changes inexplicably occurred.

Anyone who faces the whip he holds will feel a deep-seated fear, just as a slave will instinctively tremble in the face of his slave owner.

Just like now, these people in front of me feel fear, and their fighting power will be reduced by at least half.

"Go to hell, you all!"

He swung the whip, his first target being the head steward who had betrayed him, and out of fear, he failed to dodge in time.

He took a solid lash, his flesh and blood splattering everywhere, the exposed skin on his chest becoming a bloody mess.

With the addition of battle aura, even a whip that isn't particularly powerful becomes exceptionally terrifying.

After being whipped like that, the head steward's body began to tremble, as his fear was amplified.

"Brother, I was forced into this, please spare me!"

The head steward knelt down, weeping bitterly, and banged his head against the ground repeatedly.

"Now you know you were wrong?"

The lord's face was contorted with rage. He stepped forward and stomped on the man's head, crushing it into the ground as if he intended to smash the man's head apart.

"Weren't you very arrogant when you betrayed me? Didn't you say that a wise person submits to circumstances? Where is that idiot you sided with? Why hasn't he shown up?"

Hearing him say that, Su Qing was a little unhappy, and silently pointed the cannon at him again.

After a barrage of insults, the lord's anger subsided, and he slightly reduced the force in his legs.

Perhaps he remembered their decades-long friendship and softened his heart a little.

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