Supreme Lord: I can extract everything!

Chapter 287 Scheme

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At this moment, Michael's presence was like that of a fierce beast. He towered in front of the Zan Twins, and was looking at them as if he would pounce upon them and end their lives.

His killing intent reached its peak before fusing with the dragon might of his Legendary Ring Artifact, guiding Michael's rage, channeling it straight into the ring to unleash true dragon might.

However, he held himself back from killing the twins, knowing that it would put him in an even worse situation.

"Restrain your killing-intent you idiot! Are you trying to kill your fellow classmates?!? Do you have the slightest idea about what you're doing right now?" Mr. Klein blared loudly, but Michael could only shrug his shoulders. 

He was painfully aware that he fell victim to these dirty bastards' scheming, but he didn't mind – not anymore. 

"I think I was already nice enough to leave them alive. They're not dead…yet," Michael responded coldly, not even bothering to avoid Mr. Klein's gaze.

"How about you spout less nonsense and call a healer? Otherwise, you will be at fault if they cannot get their arms reattached. Or do you want to become my accomplice? Feel free to join me!"

Michael rolled his eyes and turned away. He felt that his anger had not dissipated completely yet, but it would be better if he could avoid fighting a teacher of the Saphirelake Military Academy. It was quite obvious that he was already in enough trouble for attacking the Zan Twins in the middle of the Saphirelake Military Academy's grounds. 

As he turned around, Michael noticed Kaleb, the Barbaric Couple, and everyone else. Their gazes kept flicking between his face and the Sword Qi blades that were still moving around him.

Michael didn't force a smile on his lips. Instead, he stared calmly at his friends.

Kaleb was stunned seeing the blades revolving around Michael, but he snapped out of it quickly. He accessed his crystal watch and called for the Medic team. As long as the twins wouldn't sustain any permanent damage from Michael's attack, everything would be fine. Kaleb was certain that his sister could solve this issue quickly and not let Michael receive any serious punishment.

There was only one big problem; Mr. Klein. 

Kaleb knew that Mr. Klein taught the Zan Twins, but it was unusual for the teacher of the Soul Manifestation Course to be on this side of the campus. Precisely, neither the Zan Twins nor Mr. Klein ought to be on this side. They didn't have a reason to be here. 

Mr. Klein's smile was creepy. It made Kaleb nauseous. Simultaneously, Michael's uncontrollable rage made things more complicated as well.

"Do you think you're something special just because you're Alice's disciple? Nobody in the Saphirelake Military Academy is obliged to pity you just because your brother died. Get down from your high horse and accept reality. Your brother is dead!!" Mr. Klein shouted when he noticed that Michael was about to leave.

The plan was perfect, but Mr. Klein felt that the situation could be worsened even further. Thus, he started where the Zan Twins had stopped. 

Kaleb narrowed his eyes at this. He accessed his crystal watch once again, and said coldly, "Send a team big enough to treat two students and a teacher."

"A teacher? What happened?" The Medic on the other side of the call asked in confusion, but Kaleb didn't answer.

"Just do what I say." He insisted, his voice demanding submission. 

Then he disconnected the call and stared at Michael, who was still contemplating. The fury in his eyes was obvious, but he was still holding back. Severing the arms of two students was already troublesome enough. 

Just as Michael was about to make a decision, Zeke's voice rang out.

"Since you've already started, you might as well continue. Beat the shit out of this asshole!"

Lincoln's right eyebrow rose hearing his childhood friend's words.

"That's quite surprising!" He remarked, only for Zeke to shrug his shoulders, "Since they thought he was an easy target, he might as well use this opportunity to make an example. He should show everyone what happens if you mess up with the wrong person." 

Lincoln smiled at that. 

'So you think Michael can deal with a Tier-3 Adventurer? Didn't you always say that Michael–....' He thought, shaking his head lightly.

Zeke's thoughts were incomprehensible. It was hard to understand what was going on in his mind, and how he thought about certain people. He didn't talk a lot, and he was not known for his great socializing skills either. Instead, he was excessively honest, to the point of sounding blunt if he wished to express his opinion. Most of the time, he would never bother saying something unnecessarily, or something that wasn't true.

While Lincoln wondered about his friend, the ground beneath Michael crackled when he heard what Zeke said. His overflowing rage didn't allow him to concentrate much on his friends, but the words that reached him were more than enough for Michael to agree wholeheartedly.

Mr. Klein might be a Tier-3 Adventurer, but he was alone and didn't seem to bother putting up a defense either.

Thus, Michael planted his feet firmly on the ground, narrowed his gaze, and stared deep in the eyes of his teacher. Until now, Michael had never mentioned anything about Alice nor had this whole fiasco occurred because of him demanding others to pity him for his loss. Mr. Klein was clearly trying to pick a fight and rile him up as well – just like the Zan Twins.

'They're connected. Are their families scheming against Alice…using me as the weakest link to harm her?' 

Michael felt a little bit sorry for Alice because he was dragging her into trouble, but he didn't really care at this point. 

"Don't you think you're a little bit too old to pick a fight with freshmen? Is that how a teacher is supposed to act? Though looking at it, you seem to be nothing more than these freshmen's pawn, either way. I guess it's fine to pick a fight in that case," Michael mocked, his eyes still ice-cold. 

However, he didn't attack Mr. Klein yet, not physically at least. Even though Zeke said that he should beat the shit out of Mr. Klein, Michael was still hesitant to beat up a teacher at the military academy. He didn't know how much trouble it would cause to attack a teacher. 

He had already held back from killing the Zan Twins, so he might as well hold back from attacking Mr. Klein.

But Mr. Klein didn't want to leave it at that. Listening to Michael's mocking words enraged the teacher. He was not as patient and tenacious as Michael and immediately snapped. 

His face turned red and white fog emerged from his back. Yet, before Mr. Klein unleashed his entire Soultrait, he recalled something that caused him to laugh lightly.

"The Sacred Desert was it, right?" He asked, still laughing, "What was it called? Primal…no Primedival Pyramid…what a beautiful yet fierce place…" 

Michael's eyes widened. He stared blankly at Mr. Klein.

How did he know? The Primedival Pyramid was in the Sacred Desert's hidden region. Not many should know about the hidden region, let alone the Primedival Pyramid. 

Michael's blood began to boil and the hair all over his body stood up on its end. 

"Do you know–..." He began, his voice cracking with raw emotion at the memory of his brother, only for Mr. Klein's smile to widen.

"I'm merely a pawn, isn't that what you said? How would a pawn know how your brother died?" Mr. Klein interrupted Michael. He continued to speak with a much wider smile on his face, seeing that he had hit a nerve. "Well…even pawns can get hold of some interesting information. Don't you think so?" 

The instant Mr. Klein's words left his mouth, the ground beneath Michael's feet moved. Michael kicked his feet off the ground after instinctively utilizing several layers of 5-Star Enhancement on his entire lower body. His acceleration was shockingly fast, and he appeared in front of Mr. Klein the next moment.

His left hand shot forward, reaching for Mr. Klein's head while his Soultrait, Mind Reader, was fully unleashed. Michael didn't care about the scheming against him anymore, or the fact that Mr. Klein was a Tier-3 Adventurer and a teacher at the Saphirelake Military Academy.

All he desired was to find out how Mr. Klein knew about the Primedival Pyramid, who told him, and what else he knew.

His fingertips were just about to reach Mr. Klein's forehead when he collided with something hard. His fingers were repelled, forcing Michael to respond by releasing the Sword Qi blades that had been revolving around his body.

The Sword Qi blades shot forward to support his first attack. But Mr. Klein had already reacted. He slapped Michael's hand away and let his Soultrait deal with the Sword Qi blades.

Then he shot forward and punched Michael straight in the stomach, hard. 

Unlike Michael, he didn't hold back and used his entire strength to punch Michael, flinging him several meters through the air. Michael collided against a wall and he felt like his breath had been taken away, but he shot up from the ground like nothing happened.

He ignored the blood that trickled down the corner of his lips, and stared valiantly at Mr. Klein and the Armored Knight that had appeared behind him. It was Mr. Klein's Soultrait [Armored Knight], which evolved his Soul into a Martial Soul that could be manifested outside his body to aid him in battle.

Michael, however, didn't pay any attention to the Armored Knight. All he cared about was procuring Mr. Klein's memories about his brother and the Primedival Pyramid.

Michael forgot about the people around him, where he was, and that he wasn't supposed to attack a teacher. He was not supposed to break the hierarchy in the Saphirelake Military Academy nor disrupt the decorum. But how did that matter if he could find out more about his brother's death?

A burst of energy shot out of Michael's body, forming a sphere of white golden light around him. 

His presence changed entirely, and the ground around him began to tremble while the grass, soil and the surface of the watchtower were removed layer by layer simultaneously.

"Tell me everything I want to know," Michael demanded, his voice as cold as ice.

"Or I will make you."