Everyone else is a trainer, but you are a swordsman?

The night enveloped the earth, it was as dark as ink, only the faint moonlight shone through the clouds, bringing a hazy light to this silent world.

Feng slowly walked out of the main door of a small house. His figure looked particularly slender and cold under the moonlight, holding a blood-stained shield and sword in his hand.

With a casual swing, a string of bright red blood beads splashed out, drew a shocking arc in the air, and then quietly dripped to the ground, merging with the dust on the ground.

Inside the house, a man and his Pokémon were lying in a pool of blood, dead.

Their bodies were twisted and deformed, and the blood gushing from their wounds had stained the originally clean ground scarlet, emitting a disgusting bloody smell.

The man's eyes were wide open and filled with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he was killed in an instant, and he also revealed his fear and unwillingness to die.

"With this little strength, you dare to be a killer for the Alliance."

Feng muttered to himself disdainfully, took out a piece of cloth and began to carefully wipe the surface of the Shield Sword Monster.

Some things in the alliance are not convenient for investigators or police officers to do, so some officials will find more professional killers to do them, which is equivalent to "outsourcing" the work.

The one Feng got rid of tonight was such a "colleague". He had some strength but not much. After Feng got rid of him, he took away all his savings.

In the past few nights, Feng still transformed into a shadow and eliminated several people on the assassination list.

Facing these most elite targets, Shieldsword felt no pressure at all and could cut off both the people and Pokémon with just one move.

However, Feng no longer brazenly publicized himself after the "assassination" like he did last time when he killed Gu Tian. Instead, he was a little more low-key and basically did not use his signature ghost skills.

Junsha and the investigator were not alarmed by the disappearance of these gray figures, allowing Feng to successfully hide among them.

This was of course something he did on purpose.

Ever since Axing and his friends spread the false news about Feng last time, these investigators have been closely protecting the alliance officials, creating a tight internal and loose external situation, making it easier for Feng's next assassination plan.

Because his next target is a gym leader-level trainer who lives in a mansion on the edge of the city.

Feng was not afraid of the opponent's strong strength, but was afraid that Junsha and the investigators would provide support too quickly, resulting in failure in the end and no chance to take action after the mission failed.

Now listening to Xiaoyu say that she was actually the person in charge of the investigators at the edge of the city, Feng felt like laughing. It seemed that he would be able to fight with peace of mind then.

……

During the day, a big thing happened in the school these days.

That means the quarterly promotion exam will officially begin in three days.

The promotion exam is for students in the elementary and intermediate classes, while students in the advanced classes do not have this worry as their graduation exam will be next year.

After more than a month at school, Feng felt that he had almost mastered the knowledge in the beginner class, and the strength of Pokémon was far beyond his reach. Only the Wind Sprite could be his rival in the class.

Although Feng’s own trainer level is not low, his Pokémon can still find some powerful opponents in school to train.

There are also some school benefits, such as the library, the battle hall, the learning points, etc., which make Feng's development really comfortable, except... there is no money.

More importantly, in the intermediate class, not only does he learn more, but he also has fewer classes, so he has more time to himself. Feng can also take this opportunity to visit other places.

……

In the afternoon, after class, Feng took his textbooks to the library to review.

The theoretical examination in the promotion examination is very difficult. You need to score above 100 out of 90. Most students often cannot pass the examination on their first try.

The test questions cover a wide range of knowledge, including knowledge of Pokémon, props, competitions, geography, etc., and even historical knowledge of some celebrities.

Unlike others, Feng was too busy at night, and many of the homework assigned by the teacher were written by Ma-la and the wind elves, so he couldn't do many of the questions.

But after all, he couldn't let them take the exam for him, so Feng had to take the exam himself and experience the pain of reviewing.

There were a lot of people in the library at this time, and the students were also reviewing the knowledge anxiously. Their brows were sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed. Whenever they solved a difficult problem, the corners of their mouths would unconsciously rise, revealing a hint of smug smile.

The evening sunlight shone through the gaps in the library curtains, gently brushing over a desk piled with books and notebooks, as well as Feng's frown.

"How do you solve these questions?"

Feng sat in the chair, his eyes fixed on the question in front of him.

Question 1: What types of venues are available for league competitions?

Question 2: What are the responsibilities of the referee in an official competition?

Question 3: Under what circumstances can a trainer request a game pause?

Question 6: In a 6v match, how many seconds can a trainer last each time they switch Pokémon?

Question 5: ...

Question 6: ...

……

Feng had never paid close attention to these issues before, but for a school that aims to train trainers who will win good places in the future league competitions, these competition rules are basic knowledge that must be mastered.

As a trainer, isn't it ridiculous that you don't even know the rules of the game?

While Feng was still struggling, Ma'la jumped onto the chair next to Feng, squeezed closer to Feng, put her small and clever head over, and looked at the questions on the table curiously.

After just a quick glance, a look of contempt instantly appeared on its face, and its bright eyes slanted at Feng, as if saying "You can't even do something so simple."

Looking at Ma'la's smug face, Feng felt a little angry, but he couldn't lose his temper in the library, so he had to ignore Ma'la's expression and concentrate on listening to its explanation.

As for the wind fairy, it was swaying around in the library just now, and the wind it brought blew away some students' papers, causing quite a commotion.

then……

Feng was warned by the librarian and had to put the wind fairy away after apologizing.

As time passed, the sun set completely and the library turned on the ceiling lights, but the students' concentration did not diminish, and a large number of people were still studying at their desks.

But among these people there is one who doesn't fit in.

"It's almost time."

Feng glanced at the sky outside, silently closed the book, stood up, holding the textbook in one hand and holding Malanla in the other, and walked out of the library step by step, gradually disappearing into the night...