The Almighty Ring

not a saint.
He did not attack Caylan or Bacca back then because there was no reason to.
Jiang Fei, however, was holding a Primordial Weapon, and that gave every other trainee in the trial every reason to attack him!

He was not worried about his true capability as he had seen his real “potential”.
Even though he had lost more than half of his team members, he still had seven good fighters with him.
Even the weakest had a 400,000 combat level; more than enough to single-handedly beat Jiang Fei to a pulp.

“Chase him but don’t make it look like we are ganging up on him.
I don’t want Caylan and the others to know about him having a Primordial Weapon,” said Tchaikovsky.
Even though the original plan here was to humiliate Caylan, he had been utterly stripped off of his ability to do so by the Prophet.

“Jiang Fei, wait!” Tchaikovsky cried out as he paced quickly toward him.
The others quickly surrounded him in response, cornering him.

“What’s the matter?” Jiang Fei asked, pretending to be oblivious.
He knew exactly what was happening as he had understood why 0541 wanted him to turn off his power-up mode.

Jiang Fei was in the same situation.
Like how Tchaikovsky was unable to attack him without a reason, he could not attack Tchaikovsky first, even with the Primordial Weapon in hand.
However, if he were to come up to him and attack, with the intention to rob the Primordial Weapon, Jiang Fei would then be granted permission to kill Tchaikovsky.

“You have been through a lot and it would be wise for you to travel light.
Allow us to carry the staff for you,” said Tchaikovsky with a thinly veiled provocation.

“No need.
I’ll be fine on my own,” Jiang Fei bowed and declined the “offer”.
Even though Omnisurge was not active, he was not afraid of being gang-banged by the group.
The strongest fighter then had only 750,000 combat level and he was badly injured.
None of them possessed any kind of strength to penetrate his armor.
Even if they had anyone capable of using a psychic attack, it would be useless as Jiang Fei had the power of the Core of Will at his disposal.
Henceforth, no one then could inflict even a paper cut on Jiang Fei.

“Enough pretense! Surrender the Primordial Weapon!” one of Tchaikovsky’s subordinates roared.

“That’s right! And the crystal ball as well! Give them to us or you will be on wheels for the rest of your life!” another chipped in.

“Surrender everything you have on you! A payment for all the troubles you have caused!” said a Decronian as he placed his scaly hands on Jiang Fei’s shoulder, threatening to snap his shoulder blade with his hands.
His combat level was measured at over 680,000, an above-average fighter amongst all trainees.

“Heh, I’ve heard rumors of Decronians but never have I thought I’d actually experience such a stereotype,” Jiang Fei laughed contemptuously.
He was not at all threatened by the Decronian even though he was being physically held by him.

“Do you want to die that bad?” said the Decronian as he snapped open his jaws, ready to bite Jiang Fei’s head off.

“Calm down, the lot of you!” Tchaikovsky suddenly roared.

He then turned to Jiang Fei and put on a understanding expression and said, “Jiang Fei, you have overdone it a little.
I won’t speak of the Primordial Weapon but that crystal ball is invaluable to me.
At the very least, give me something to quell the rage.”

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