Rashu took out something that looked like a water bottle and opened it. It was filled with an unknown brown liquid. Inside the liquid was a soft black fruit the size of half a fist.
Rashu looked at the fruit, and a trace of disgust and helplessness appeared on his face. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the fruit.
The terrifying smell made Rashu vomit several times.
"After eating for over a month, the taste of this Steel Ball Fruit is still so disgusting…"
Apart from strengthening one's physique, the Steel Ball Fruit also had a good effect on physical recovery. Therefore, Rashu would choose to eat one after each training.
After drinking a large amount of water and finally suppressing the disgusting taste in his stomach, Rashu heaved a sigh of relief and prepared to return to the dormitory to take a good shower.
"Vice President, Lord Vice President…"
At this moment, a freckled little fatty ran over hurriedly.
The little fatty was Cook, who had come to the Swordsmanship Association for the first time to time the magic puppet's challenge.
Cook had even invited Rashu to join the Swordsmanship Association. However, he had not expected Rashu to not only join the association but also become the vice president of the association.
"What is it?"
Rashu asked doubtfully.
"The people from the Sword Flower Association came to cause trouble…"
Cook replied anxiously.
Rashu's expression immediately turned serious." Bring me to take a look."”
When Rashu walked to the main hall of the Sword Arts Association, there were already quite a number of people gathered there. Most of them were fourth-years, and there were also a few fifth-years.
A tall, gray-haired young man held a sword in his hand. He looked at the Sword Arts Association with a faint smile and said loudly,"Is there not even a single person who can fight in the Sword Arts Association? It was better to disband as soon as possible so as not to lose face in Orlando!..”
The group of people behind the gray-haired young man burst into laughter. The people from the Sword Arts Association all looked ashamed and angry, but no one dared to say anything.
In a duel between knights, the loser had to leave his sword behind.
There were already four to five longswords piled up under the young man's feet. It was obvious that the Swordsmanship Association had lost four to five rounds.
"This guy is the vice president of the Sword Flower Association, Fowler. He and his brother, Fodi, have always been at odds with President Bowen. The Sword Flower Association and our Sword Arts Association have always been sworn enemies. Their association is a little stronger than me, but even the Fordy brothers combined are no match for President Bowen.
I didn't expect that he would take advantage of President Bowen's absence to issue a challenge to our association. He's too shameless!”
Cook stared at the gray-haired youth and said angrily.
Bowen had gone out to train and would take some time to return. There were also fifth-year students in the Swordsmanship Association, but they were not very strong. They were only level-7 apprentice knights, similar to Maris.
Maris was also defeated. He grabbed his left arm with his right hand, and there was a faint trace of blood seeping out.
He pursed his lips tightly and stared at the gray-haired youth without saying a word.
Rashu suddenly remembered what Bowen had told him before---"When necessary, help the association solve some problems."”
"Looks like this is the so-called trouble…"
Rashu muttered softly to himself. Although he had just finished his extreme training and had not recovered 30% of his peak strength, he still walked out with determination…
"He's actually here?"
On the Sword Flower Association's side, a capable girl with a blonde ponytail had her eyes lit up when she saw a figure that interested her.
Rashu. Lance.
She had not seen him ever since he had shocked everyone in the swordsmanship class.
Rashu had been silent for more than a month, so much so that many people had almost forgotten his name.
"I didn't expect to see him here. It looks like he's from the Sword Arts Association…"
Susan stared at Rashu and muttered to herself,"Perhaps I should find an opportunity to see if I can pull him over…"
But in the next moment…
"Lord Vice President…"
"Vice Guild Leader!"
"The vice president is here!"
When Rashu walked out from the crowd, the fellows from the Sword Arts Association all respectfully addressed him as…Vice president?
This guy was the vice president of the Swordsmanship Association?
Susan's beautiful eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. She even covered her mouth with her hand.
In an instant, Rashu's image in her mind became much more mysterious.
Not only Susan, but the onlookers also exploded.
"This is the vice president of the Swordsmanship Association? He's too young!"
"You look like a third year!"
"Why would the Swordsmanship Association choose a third-year student as the president? Is there no one else?"
"I seem to have heard of it. It is said that he was selected by Bowen because he completed a challenge.”
The people from the Sword Flower Association were even more stunned. Then, they laughed out loud and made all kinds of mocking sounds.
The people from the Sword Arts Association were all in high spirits.
Outsiders might not know, but they knew that their vice president was a monster.
Over the past month, Rashu had already conquered all the association members in the challenge room.
"Let's see if these guys can still laugh when the vice president makes his move.”
" Even if the vice president can't beat Flower, he won't let him win too easily. The key is that the vice president is still a third-year student. Even if he barely wins, he won't be able to look good.”
The members of the Sword Arts Association were all filled with anticipation, hoping that Rashu would make a move to wash away the shame of the Sword Arts Association.
Maris noticed the sweat stains on Rashu's body and said in a deep voice,""Did you just come out of the 5x gravity room?”
Rashu nodded.
Instantly, the people in the association were all stifled, and their emotions immediately fell.
Everyone knew that the vice president was a cultivation maniac who tortured himself with all his might.
Every time he came out of the five-times gravity room, he must have exhausted his physical strength. How could he have the energy to fight, especially against Flower, who was a level-8 apprentice knight?
This time, the Swordsmanship Association had lost their last chance to retain their reputation.
How could they not be depressed?
"It's fine. I still have the strength to hold a sword," Rashu said calmly.”
With that, Rashu strolled out and pointed his sword at Flower. He said casually,""You are the vice president of the Sword Flower Association, and I am the vice president of the Sword Arts Association. This battle is very fair.”
There was a brief silence on the field, and then a burst of laughter.
The gray-haired young man, Flower, looked at Rashu up and down with a mocking expression. He smiled and said,""Third year student…Even the third-year First Seat, Lawrence, didn't have such a big tone.
However, I admire your courage.
I promise I'll be gentler later.”
After saying that, Flower waved his sword and waited for Rashu to come up.
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