40 Division Heads Meeting

The Refining Division Head's office was now riddled with intense pressure. There were only four people in the room.

It was customary for a meeting of Division Heads to only include them and their Vice Heads.

However, as with most rules, it was typically ignored unless it fits an agenda. Though surprisingly, they actually followed through.

Both of the Division Heads were sitting facing each other, none of them had said a single word. They were just sitting there and staring each other down.

It was as if the first one to look away, would lose an important match.

The two Division Heads could not be any more different. The Medical Division Head had a serious expression and even had a trace of anger in her eyes.

The man opposed to her, the Refining Division Head, was flashing his usual, trademark infringement, smile. Behind his gaze, even an idiot would know that he was planning something terrible.

The same situation could not be said about their Vice Heads.

Vice Head Sheera wasn't looking at the Refining Division Head at all, instead she focused her full gaze on the man standing behind him.

She tried to determine his strength, but she then realized that she couldn't even fathom it. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't put her finger on it.

It was as if this man, was not a Martial Practitioner, but a wolf wearing a sheep's skin. He couldn't feel any aura exuding whatsoever.

But she knew better. She would never underestimate this man. Back then she saw it herself, how powerful this man was.

Six decades have passed. If he had not advanced even a little, it would be going against nature.

This man of course was none other than, Vice Head Faiz. Accounting all of the people inside the room, he was probably the most laid-back person here.

The two Division Heads were sizing each other and sorting out their schemes, the other Vice Head was sizing him and trying to seek the depth of his power.

But he was the only one that was annoyed. It was because his precious nap time was interrupted.

Previously, his, so called 'boss', had promised him that he would not be bothered at all.

Then despite the promise, he was called again. This time, was because a Division Head was coming, and there were customs that could not be ignored.

So while he couldn't do anything about it, he was still glaring at his 'boss'.

This could not help but caused Division Head Syamil to feel pressure on both sides.

Not only was he faced with the cold stare of the Medical Divison Head, he was also being glared at by his own 'companion'.

[At least lessen your pressure, you stupid dog! My back is sweating here!] Not only sweating, his back was drenched.

An expert's glare has aura infused in it, this was the reason why people feel a harsh pressure when someone who was equal, or more powerful than them are staring.

And the worst thing was, Asyraaf did not even hold back his glare! It was as if he was trying to make him pass out.

Sure enough, that was what exactly he was doing! [Hmph! You mess with my nap time, go suck a dick, you stupid dog!]

This meeting had not even begun, and all four people already have their own problems.

The beautiful woman was staring at one man, her enemy, with nothing but anger in her eyes, her

Vice Head, was staring at her own equal, with extreme focus, trying to search the full extent of his power.

The man in question was glaring at his own 'boss' with nothing but utter hatred, because of a petty reason, and the 'boss' was trying his best to not look as if he was feeling extreme pressure.

Division Head Syamil, who couldn't stand it anymore, broke the deadlock, "So, to what do I owe the pleasure, Division Head Nar?"

Division Head Nar lessened her pressure, and replied eloquently, "I'm sure you know very well why I'm here."

"Could it be you miss me?" Division Head Syamil said sarcastically.

Division Head Nar chuckled before saying, "Even a bug is more palatable than you." It was surprising how she could say that as she was smiling so sincerely.

"Let's get to the point then. It's about that boy, right?"

Division Head Nar's smile vanished. "What game are you playing?" Her tone was very different from what it usually sounded. "That boy was mine."

Division Head Syamil was not perturbed whatsoever, [There she is! This is going to be fun.]

"Did he agree to be your disciple?" He had to test the water further.

"Did he agree to be yours? I'm sure with what he told me, he wouldn't agree to being yours either. What did you do?"

Whenever someone disrupts her plan, she would not let it down so easily.

"Hm? How rude. This Noble Old Man would never stoop to something so low.

He was clearly enraptured by this Noble Old Man's charm and elegant self that he begged to be this Noble Old Man's disciple."

(Just by seeing how much he used 'This Noble Old Man' is starting to piss me off. Now I know where Asyraaf gets his narcissism from.)

Division Head Nar's flashed with disdain and distaste. "Don't kid yourself. Your charm and elegance are worth less than dust.

Tell me straight, what are you planning? You are already more than powerful enough to withstand this strife. Why risk taking in a disciple who could cause the other Division Heads to gang up and go at you together?"

This was one of the main reasons why she hated this man so much. She could never figure out what his plans were.

She took pride in herself for her intelligence, but against this unpredictable man, she couldn't even hold a candle.

Division Head Syamil still kept his smile. He looked at Division Head Nar right in her eye and said,

"You think I care?"

Division Head Nar eyes showed disbelief. It was impossible for this man to not care. This strife was not a small matter. When it begins, chaos will fill the entire academy, and there will be bloodshed.

No matter how powerful a Division is, they will not escape from this calamity. So how could he not care?

[This must be a bluff.]

"No matter how powerful you are, you think you can face the combined might of all the other Division Heads?!" She wanted to know. No. She NEEDED to know.

Why is this man so confident, why is he so sure that he won't face any consequences?

She couldn't rattle her brain enough to comprehend.

Division Head Syamil finally replied with seriousness, "Little girl. What makes you think you can beat me even if all of you came together?"

With those words, for the first time, he released his very own pressure.

This caused Division Head Nar to widened her eyes in disbelief.

[Since when?!]

"You-you-you! Level… 9!"

That's right. Division Head Syamil had already reached Level 9 Martial Practitioner!