Chapter 407
by post_apiChapter 407: Slap in the Face
Not only had words been carved into the desk, but the chairs had vanished as well.
However, the two girls paid no mind to the missing chairs; their gazes remained locked on the words etched into the desktop, their eyes radiating a chilling intensity.
“Whoa, those expressions are truly terrifying.”
“Tehe, they genuinely seem angry now, though they acted completely indifferent before.”
“I told you they were faking it. Tsk, always acting all prim and proper—it’s utterly revolting.”
“Not just country bumpkins, but scheming country bumpkins.”
“Scheming bumpkins? What’s that? Pfft… how ridiculous.”
“But aside from the carving, isn’t removing the chairs going too far? Those bumpkins might report it to a teacher.”
“What does it matter? It’s not like we did it. Right, everyone? Hehe…”
…
Nearby, several girls whispered among themselves, sneering as they glanced at the two.
Though their voices were hushed, the silence of the classroom made every word crystal clear to Demon One and Demon Two.
Other classmates witnessed the scene but remained silent, well aware of the influential families backing those girls.
“Who among you carved these words?”
Demon One and Demon Two finally lifted their heads, their words deliberate and icy, laced with a razor-sharp edge.
Had it merely been stolen chairs or insults carved into the desk, they might have endured it. But the moment the taunts targeted Lin Yu, their restraint dissolved.
In truth, it was remarkable they suppressed their killing intent at all.
Were it not for the Ant Clan plan, they might have already dealt with these girls on the spot.
Yet even if killing wasn’t an option…
The two white-haired girls swept their frigid gazes over the group after speaking.
Their chilling stares and frosty tone sent involuntary shivers through the girls, stirring a wave of dread.
“Wh-what are you planning? Don’t tell me you’d dare… dare to lay hands on us here?”
The leader stammered, her voice trembling as she recalled Demon One and Demon Two’s overwhelming strength…
But then, as if remembering something, her composure steadied slightly.
“Do you have any idea who my father is? If you harm me—any of us—it won’t end with mere expulsion!!”
“Exactly! J-just a pair of backwater nobodies! Who do you think you are? Touch us, and you’ll pay!”
…
After the leader spoke, the surrounding girls chimed in, shouting in unison.
Yet Demon One and Demon Two’s expressions remained unchanged as they moved toward the group in sync.
Thud… Thud… Thud…
Footsteps reverberated through the classroom…
“Answer our question—who carved these words?”
Demon One’s heterochromatic eyes gleamed coldly as she advanced toward the girls and repeated her demand.
Hearing the repeated question and seeing both figures approach, the girls grew genuinely frightened.
“Hmph, don’t be afraid! They wouldn’t dare strike us… they wouldn’t!”
Only the leading girl remained defiant, gritting her teeth while reaching toward a magic wand beside the desk.
“If you refuse to answer, we’ll assume you all carved it together.”
A frosty expression settled over Demon One’s face. Her steps halted momentarily before she lunged forward like a loosed arrow.
“Demon Two!”
She called out without turning to the white-haired, green-eyed girl beside her.
“Understood!”
With that response, both girls charged simultaneously toward the group.
They hadn’t intended to draw magic wands from their Magic Backpacks to cast spells.
Though adept at magic, the Ant Tribe remained fundamentally ants. While their close-combat skills might pale before Military Ants or Iron Armored Ants, handling these girls was effortless.
As the leader frantically grabbed her wand to cast a spell, Demon One was already upon her.
A shadow flickered—then came a powerful blow. With a sharp *smack*, the freshly grasped wand was slapped from her hand!
“Agh!”
The girl shrieked, staring down at her palm: swollen crimson and bleeding from the force…
“It hurts! Kill her! Kill that bitch!!”
Seeing her delicate hand mangled, the leader flew into a frenzy, stamping and screaming.
Though momentarily stunned, the other girls scrambled for their wands—but Demon Two had already closed in.
Her hands swept through the air.
First, she struck each with a resounding slap, then kicked every magic wand from their grips.
Disarmed mages became weaker than ordinary humans…
Shrieks erupted instantly…
Yet this was merely the prelude. Mere slaps couldn’t quell the duo’s fury; violence unleashed their pent-up rage.
Before the stunned classroom, they rained blows upon the noble girls…
Screams of pain gave way to curses and threats, then dissolved into sobbed pleas.
These pampered aristocrats had never endured violence—let alone such merciless beating…
Dignity abandoned, they feebly tried fending off Demon One and Demon Two while wailing for mercy.
“Enough noise! Another sound and I’ll rip out your tongues!”
Demon Two snapped impatiently.
The begging and weeping ceased abruptly.
Only then did the two snap from their rage.
They surveyed the battered noble girls: faces bruised, lavish gowns shredded from the brawl…
Superficial wounds only—Demon One and Demon Two had held back. Full force would’ve shattered bones.
Yet the sting of flesh remained unavoidable.
“Hmph! Insulting our mother? Consider this mercy.”
Though sensing trouble brewed, retreating now would betray weakness…
Their sole concern was jeopardizing the Ant Clan’s plans or angering Magic Rainbow—nothing else mattered.
Anxiety churned beneath their stoic masks.
After one last icy glance at the trembling figures, they returned to their seats.
The carved words reignited their fury. Just as they prepared to obliterate the desk entirely—hurried footsteps echoed from the corridor…