Perverted War God

Chapter 8

As they walked towards the entrance, the boy beside Jackson extended his hand with a grin, clearly recovering from the earlier awkwardness.

"I'm Logan—Logan Kane. And you?"

Jackson hesitated for a moment, staring at the extended hand before shaking it briefly. "Jackson… just Jackson."

"Just Jackson, huh? Mysterious. I like it," Logan said with a chuckle. "Guess we're stuck together now. That whole misunderstanding back there? People are probably already talking about it. Welcome to Storm Academy—the school where your reputation precedes you, even if you’ve done nothing!"

Jackson gave a faint smirk but remained silent.

He just tasted a woman's honey pot yesterday for the first time ever and people will think he is attracted to a harden butt man and strong muscular chest man?

Dream on!

Before they could continue their conversation, a loud chime echoed across the campus. A disembodied voice, calm but authoritative, spoke:

"All new students, report to the assembly ground immediately. Attendance is mandatory."

Logan groaned, adjusting the strap of his bag. "Mandatory assembly already? I thought we'd at least get a breather after the gate incident and we are coming to the school for the first time, wouldn't we be welcome warmly, introduced to the do and don't of the school, hold a ceremony and test our potential to see which classes we will be grouped in?"

Jackson didn’t respond even though he also agree to his thoughts, his attention fixed on the path ahead as he felt nervous, his aunt told him that first day was always filled with plot twist one wouldn't expect.

Is this one of those sort of plot twist?

Jackson thought as they followed the crowd of fresh-faced students heading towards the assembly ground—a vast courtyard surrounded by towering stone statues of martial artists and legendary beasts. The space was buzzing with chatter and excitement as students try to familiarize themselves with each other.

As they arrived, Logan leaned closer to Jackson and whispered, "Check it out. That's the son of the Zhao Clan over there—big deal, super talented. Rumor has it he mastered the Crimson Sword Art by the age of ten making them the future head of the family."

Jackson glanced at the tall boy Logan was pointing at. He exuded an aura of arrogance, his arms crossed as lackeys fawned over him. His expression was cold, as if the very air around him was unworthy of his presence.

Jackson thought as he looked away, afraid the boy will catch him looking and suddenly yell: You're courting death for looking at me while breathing! Die!

After all, isn't that how they behave?

"Over there," Logan continued, his voice lowering slightly, "that’s Celeste Dawn—an actual jade beauty if I’ve ever seen one. She’s from the Dawn Pavilion. Crazy elegant, ice-cold demeanor, but deadly. They say she froze an entire river during her awakening ceremony."

Jackson’s gaze shifted to Celeste, whose serene, icy expression and flowing silver hair seemed otherworldly. She stood alone, her piercing blue eyes surveying the crowd with indifference.

Well, isn't that the type of girl reserve for the main character? One who will be poisoned by some sort of hormones boosting drugs and will require immediate sex to heal?

Yup!

It's her.

Jackson thought inwardly, assessing the situation.

"And that guy? That’s Arin Blake," Logan added, nodding towards a muscular youth clad in sleek black robes. "A proud son of the heavens, as they say. He’s got an innate talent for lightning arts. Already has his little crew of followers hanging on his every word."

As Logan spoke, Jackson absorbed the information in silence, his expression unreadable.

The assembly ground grew more crowded, with scions from various clans and sects arriving.

[Note: They already arrived to the school premises and are just arriving to the assembly ground.]

Their luxurious robes and superior attitudes made it clear they considered themselves above the rest. Logan didn’t hold back his commentary, pointing out the flamboyant heir of the Vermilion Society, the twin geniuses from the Iron Fang Sect, and others.

"You sure talk a lot," Jackson muttered, though his tone wasn’t annoyed.

"Someone’s gotta keep you informed, my friend," Logan said with a grin. "Otherwise, how else will you know who’s who around here?"

True, I might end up offending the MC without even knowing.

Jackson thought jokily as a faint smile appeared on his face.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. A sharp gust of wind swept through the assembly ground, silencing the murmuring students.

"Why do I suddenly feel chill in my butt?" One of the guys muttered in confusion.

Swoosh!

Without warning, shadows darted into the courtyard. Figures clad in dark, ninja-like outfits descended from the rooftops, their movements swift and deadly.

Before anyone could react, chaos erupted.

The masked assailants attacked without hesitation, their strikes precise and brutal, striking accurately at the weak spots. Students screamed as fists and weapons clashed. A proud son of the heavens attempted to counter with a fiery technique but was swiftly overpowered, his arm twisted painfully until it snapped.

"What's going on?" Logan yelled, his earlier cheer replaced with panic.

Jackson didn’t answer, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the scene. The assailants were relentless, their attacks coordinated. It was clear they weren’t pulling punches as he could see the students arms being snapped, nose being punched bloody and so on and so forth.

Nearby, Celeste dodged a flurry of strikes with graceful precision, her icy aura flaring as she retaliated. Arin Blake unleashed a thunderous bolt of lightning, knocking one attacker off their feet, but two more replaced him instantly.

"This isn’t a drill!" someone shouted.

"We know! Damnit!" Someone replied in frustration, trying to dodge one of the attackers.

Meanwhile, Jackson’s fists clenched as he scanned the battlefield. Students were falling left and right, some injured, others retreating in fear. A part of him wanted to jump in, but he held back, observing.

Logan grabbed his arm. "We need to move! This isn’t our fight!"

But Jackson didn’t move. His gaze remained fixed on the attackers, his mind racing.

Why would they attack us now?

Just as one of the masked figures lunged towards them, Jackson shoved Logan aside.

"Watch out!" Jackson barked, grabbing Logan and yanking him out of the way.

The kick struck the statue instead, shattering it into chunks of stone. Jackson didn’t hesitate. He lunged forward, his fist connecting with the attacker’s chest. The sheer force sent the masked figure sprawling.

"Whoa," Logan breathed. "You didn’t hold back, did you?"

Jackson didn’t reply. He stepped back, his posture guarded.

"Follow me." Jackson said as he calmly lead Logan and crouched down behind one of the statues.

Logan crouched beside him, clutching his side as they huddled behind a toppled statue. "What’s going on? Are we under attack already? This doesn’t make any sense! Storm Academy is one of the top 20 best schools in the world of China and it's also located right in the city. No attacker will be this bold to strike!"

Jackson didn’t reply. His eyes scanned the battlefield, taking in every detail—the masked figures moving with deadly precision, the proud sons of the heavens unleashing their martial prowess, and the screams of those caught off guard.

Nearby, Celeste Dawn stood unflinching. She sidestepped an incoming strike with a grace that seemed almost ethereal, her frosty aura freezing her opponent’s weapon mid-swing before shattering it into shards.

"She's terrifying," Logan muttered, watching her with wide eyes, "and beautiful."

"Focus," Jackson snapped, his tone sharp but steady and calm. "If we don’t keep our heads, we’re next."

Logan nodded reluctantly.

A masked assailant lunged at a group of students, twin daggers flashing in the sunlight. One of the proud sons of the heavens, Arin Blake, stepped forward, lightning crackling around his fists.

"Back off!" Arin roared, his voice commanding. He thrust his palm forward, unleashing a bolt of electricity that sent the attacker flying.

"Impressive," Logan whispered.

But Jackson wasn’t impressed.

Arin was just relying on a equipment to boost his combat power.

His gaze shifted to another corner of the courtyard, where that scion from the Zhao Clan was engaged in combat. The boy’s movements were precise, as if each steps were calculated, his sword carving arcs through the air with practiced ease. Yet, for all their skill and talent, the student was struggling to hold his ground.

Jackson clenched his fists. His raw strength, honed through years of relentless training, itched to be unleashed. But he knew better than to charge in recklessly.