"Forget it, I could see from your expression that you don't want to get involved. I'll handle it."
Seeing Ms. Foster's hesitation, the masked man walked towards the figure near the distant grass by himself.
"Wait."
Ms. Foster suddenly stepped forward to block the masked man, saying coldly, "No matter what, you couldn't kill anyone in my territory."
"Heh, little fox, you're overestimating yourself."
The masked man turned back and said mockingly, "We agreed before that the area around Lipbaco University belongs to you, and we won't kill anyone there. But this is the suburbs, not your territory. You couldn't control me."
"You..."
Ms. Foster was so angry that she couldn't speak for a moment, but that was the truth.
The masked man looked at Ms. Foster with a mocking smile and whispered, "You should know one thing: we're giving face to your ancestor, not to you. If you want to interfere, improve your strength first."
"Speaking of which, I don't understand. Your clan advocates entering the mortal world for cultivation, right? Now that a great trend is coming, why are you, the current Sir, choosing to avoid it?"
"I..."
Ms. Foster was completely defeated and couldn't find any reason to refute.
"Heh."
Seeing Ms. Foster's situation, the masked man sneered and walked towards Jett.
"Run quickly."
As the masked man approached Jett, Ms. Foster suddenly shouted and resolutely stood in front of him.
"Anyway, he followed me here. I couldn't let him die here. If you insist on fighting, then don't blame me for being rude."
Ms. Foster's expression turned cold as she stood between the two.
Jett watched from the side, confused and unclear about the situation.
Of course, with his hearing, he could easily understand their conversation, but he didn't know the underlying meaning.
He only knew that the reason why no supernatural events had occurred at Lipbaco University seemed to lie with his teacher.
In short, regardless of who his teacher was, she appeared kind on the surface.
Just now, when Jett heard the masked man approaching, he was ready to fight, but then he saw this scene.
At this moment, a fragrant scent drifted into Jett's nose.
He looked up and saw his teacher's originally tight jeans burst out several tails that stretched, swirling in the air.
A fox?
Jett was surprised. He had seen ghosts, zombies, and monkey monsters before, but this was the first time he had seen a real monster.
"How does Ms. Foster hide them usually? Those tight jeans could actually hold so many tails."
Jett thought to himself as he looked at the fluffy, soft tails.
"A Nine-Tailed Fox?"
The masked man's pupils constricted, and he was shocked. He couldn't help but exclaim, "It's rumored that whenever a great trend arises, the Gilomfa clan will produce a Nine-Tailed Fox. I didn't expect it to be true. If this news spreads, your clan won't have peace."
Saying this, the masked man revealed a cunning smile, almost wearing his scheme on his face.
"Die."
Ms. Foster's nine tails swirled in the air, creating sonic booms as they swung towards the masked man.
"It's useless. You're just an ordinary great monster, while I've already reached the peak of the great monster stage. I'm only one step away from becoming a monster king."
The masked man's clothes suddenly exploded, revealing a black scaled armor.
"Break!"
Suddenly, the masked man's head transformed, and a crocodile head grew to several feet high, biting at the tails in the sky.
Ms. Foster quickly controlled her tails to dodge, but she was slightly slower. Although her tail wasn't cut off, she was injured.
Blood splattered everywhere.
"Not bad, Nine-Tailed Fox. Your spiritual blood is abundant."
The masked man turned back into a human form and licked the blood stains on his teeth with a greedy expression.
"Idiot, why don't you run?"
Ms. Foster turned back and saw that Jett was still there. She angrily scolded him.
She had tried her best to delay the opponent to buy time for this oblivious person, but he was still standing there foolishly. Her injury was in vain. She should have just left him alone!
"Are you a fool?"
Jett didn't expect Ms. Foster, who usually seemed quite scheming, to have such a moment.
If he knew someone was following him, he would never risk his life to protect them. Who knew if this person was good or not? Even if they were good, what did it have to do with him?
"He won't be able to leave."
It was obvious to anyone that Jett was Ms. Foster's weakness, and the masked man wouldn't let Jett go.
Without Jett, it would be difficult for him to deal with Ms. Foster. The Nine-Tailed Fox was extremely precious, but only if one had the ability to capture it. It was rumored that the Nine-Tailed Fox's spiritual blood was not only precious but also greatly helpful for one's strength and talent. If it went all out, even if he was two levels stronger than the opponent, it would still be hard to handle.
"Ms. Foster, do you need my help?"
At this point, Jett knew there was no need to hide anymore, so he walked out directly.
"Jett?"
When she saw the person who had come, Ms. Foster was stunned and exclaimed.
She never expected it to be her student.
"Why did you come here?"
Seeing that it was her student, Ms. Foster couldn't just ignore it. She said angrily.
"I saw him following you after school and was worried that something might happen to you, so I followed you too."
Jett answered honestly.
Hearing this, Ms. Foster felt helpless. What a mess! She never expected her student to be so caring and protect her all the way.
Looking at her honest student, Ms. Foster glanced back and then turned around and rushed over.
"Let's run together."
Several tails wrapped around Jett, and Ms. Foster didn't hesitate to flee towards the distance.
"Don't run!"
The masked man was stunned for a moment and quickly chased after them.
Jett only felt a fragrant scent filling his nose and was a bit puzzled.
Didn't they say foxes had a fishy odor? Why did Ms. Foster smell so good? He couldn't help but squeeze it with his hand.
Ms. Foster suddenly stumbled and turned back with a red face, shouting, "What are you doing!"
"Sorry."
Jett knew he might have made a mistake and instinctively raised his hands.
"Wait until we get back. You're going to fail my class, I swear."
Ms. Foster was so angry that she didn't know what to say and could only make such a threat.
Her tails were the most sensitive part of her body, usually hidden within her.
If it were an ordinary person, she would only help a little. It was only because Jett was her student that she used her tails to wrap around him and run together. She didn't expect this student to be so naughty in this situation.
"Ms. Foster, please don't let me fail."
Hearing this, Jett couldn't help but feel headache. He loved studying, but he didn't like exams. Failing a class felt more troublesome than killing a ghost king.
At least killing a ghost king rewarded him with black mist, while failing a class was purely a waste of time and very torturous.
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