"Oh no, the crocodile monster is catching up fast."
Due to a momentary pause earlier, the masked man had caught up.
At this point, he didn't care about being exposed anymore. He transformed into a giant crocodile over 30 feet long and madly chased after them.
"You go first, I'll hold him off for you," said Ms. Foster.
Without asking Jett's opinion, Ms. Foster flicked her tail, sending Jett crashing into a pile of grass.
However, she didn't see Jett stepping in mid-air, twisting his body around, and grabbing her tail.
"Fuck..."
Before she could finish the sentence, Ms. Foster felt her whole body weaken. Her energy was interrupted halfway through its gathering, and she could only watch helplessly as Jett pounced.
Turning around, she was immediately filled with resentment. She didn't expect to be so badly tricked by one of her own student.
"Just wait for your death. I always thought you were a good kid, but who knew you'd be such a troublemaker when it comes to important things," Ms. Foster said, knowing there was no room for compromise.
"Where could you run to? Give me your spiritual blood, and I'll become a monster king. From then on, I'll roam freely across the world," the crocodile monster roared, opening its huge jaws, intending to swallow Ms. Foster in one bite.
In its eyes, Ms. Foster was now a delicious meal, and it didn't care about the influence of the Gilomfa clan anymore.
"Bang!"
A loud noise echoed, and Ms. Foster closed her eyes, but after a while, she realized she wasn't dead.
Instinctively, she touched her body.
"How did I..."
Before she could finish, she looked up and saw Jett standing in front of her. The crocodile monster, on the other hand, had crashed into the distant ground, struggling to get up.
"This crocodile skin is really tough," Jett muttered, looking at his fist.
Compared to the black zombies he encountered before, it was much harder, and many of the bones on it felt a bit uncomfortable to the touch.
"You..."
Ms. Foster looked at her student and didn't know what to say.
Although she didn't see it, she had almost imagined the scene in her mind.
Apparently, her student was the real master.
"Ms. Foster, I said I would protect you. Why are you running all the way?" Jett turned around and said in a frustrated tone.
His expression was like he was educating a misbehaving child.
"I..."
Ms. Foster didn't know what to say. Did she look down on Jett?
"Ugh, it hurts," the crocodile monster got up from the ground, rubbing its jaw. That punch almost knocked out all its teeth.
"Who are you?" the crocodile monster asked, locking its gaze on Jett after regaining its composure.
It couldn't understand how it could have suffered at the hands of an ordinary guy.
"I am Jett, a Horizontal Cultivation Grandmaster," Jett said with a smile, cupping his hands.
"Impossible! A Horizontal Cultivation Grandmaster couldn't be as handsome as you," the crocodile monster roared in disbelief.
Did this guy really think he was stupid and couldn't recognize a Horizontal Cultivation Grandmaster? He was already ugly enough, but he knew that every Horizontal Cultivation Grandmaster was uglier than him. Where would there be a handsome Horizontal Cultivation Grandmaster like this guy?
Jett's face turned slightly red. Every time he introduced himself, he was praised. He still remembered that the last time he was praised was by a ghost king.
"Sorry, I'm really sorry for being so handsome," he said apologetically. He didn't know how to respond to the crocodile monster's praise, so he apologized first. That way, he wouldn't feel guilty when he killed it later.
"Pfft," Ms. Foster couldn't help but laugh when she heard this. She had never seen such a narcissistic person.
"Ms. Foster, am I more handsome compared to other Horizontal Cultivation Grandmasters?" Although Jett still wore glasses, compared to the Horizontal Cultivation Grandmasters of the past, he stood out easily even in his ordinariness.
"Yeah," Ms. Foster nodded seriously while suppressing her laughter, but then she continued, "But are you really a Horizontal Cultivation Grandmaster?"
Jett shook his head helplessly when he heard this. "Why does everyone think I'm not? The ghost king I killed last time didn't believe it either. He only believed it when he was about to die."
Ghost king?
Ms. Foster was stunned when she heard this. Thinking back, it seemed that a ghost king did die in the Zamnia District a few days ago.
"Was it you who killed the ghost king at the Drunken Dream Bar?" Ms. Foster asked, somewhat incredulously.
That was a ghost king, comparable to a monster king.
"Yeah, Landon was tricked into going there, but I just happened to pick him up and killed it," Jett said.
Just like that?
Ms. Foster wanted to ask how killing a ghost king could be so easy for him.
"Die, you pretentious guy," the crocodile monster saw that the two were ignoring him and took the opportunity to bite.
He didn't believe Jett was a Horizontal Cultivation Grandmaster, so he wasn't afraid.
A crisp sound was heard, and the crocodile monster suddenly retreated, rolling and struggling on the ground.
"My teeth! They're broken, broken," the crocodile monster stood up, opened its mouth, and saw that its teeth were scattered and all cracked.
"How gross," Jett shook off the slime on his body and couldn't help but complain in his heart about his lack of danger avoidance ability.
Just because there was no danger, did it not give any warnings?
What about encountering such a disgusting opponent?
Ms. Foster was completely stunned. She had just watched Jett being bitten hard, but he was as good as new.
Could it be that everything he said was true?
"My clothes are ruined," Jett tore off the bitten clothes and revealed a set of extremely lean muscles. He also took off his glasses.
When Ms. Foster saw Jett, her whole face turned red. She couldn't imagine that her student had such a good figure and such a handsome face underneath his glasses.
"Hold on, Ms. Foster, he's your student," she said to herself.
However, as a fox, she couldn't help but be attracted to Jett's abundant yang energy.
"Let's deal with you first. This crocodile skin will make up for my clothes," Jett walked towards the crocodile monster step by step. He was very upset now and needed to vent.
"Die for me!"
The crocodile swung its tail, and its thick, spiky tail hit Jett hard.
Bang!
Jett didn't dodge and blocked it with just one hand.
The crocodile monster was stunned. This was the hardest and sharpest part of its body. One swing of its tail could flip a truck, but it was blocked by just one hand.
"Come here," Jett flung his hand, and the crocodile monster couldn't stabilize its body and flew backwards.
"For making me feel disgusted!"
"Bang!"
"For having ulterior motives!"
"Bang!"
"For ruining my clothes!"
"..."
In short, the scene was gruesome, and a drama of killing a crocodile with bare hands unfolded.
Ms. Foster, watching from the side, was trembling in the corner, unable to make a sound.
She never imagined that her usually obedient and well-behaved student could be so terrifying when he got rough.
Now she was glad that she hadn't targeted Jett before. Otherwise, who knows if she would have been beaten like this one day.
She decided that even if Jett turned in a blank test paper, she wouldn't let him fail.
Who knows if he would beat her up like this if he was dissatisfied with failing?
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