The Queen Who Fights Back (by Lily Hastings) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

“Holy crap! Who’s this reckless guy? Doesn’t he know SLRA is called the ‘Combat Academy’ for a reason? Charging in all alone like that? He’s definitely here to stir up some trouble!” someone shouted excitedly.

The boys in Freshman Year Class A instantly erupted into a frenzy of excitement. Almost immediately, a crowd surged out of the classroom—partly driven by curiosity to witness the unfolding drama, and partly eager to teach this audacious intruder a lesson he wouldn’t forget.

“I really want to see who this bold guy is!” one exclaimed.

“Even if he’s going to get his butt kicked, it’s been ages since anyone dared to storm into SLRA like this,” another added.

“SLRA is the real deal—a true Combat Academy. Every student here knows how to defend themselves, and together, we’re not to be messed with,” a third chimed in proudly.

The girls were just as fired up, their eyes gleaming with anticipation for a fight.

Students poured out of classrooms in waves, all desperate to catch a glimpse of the action. Before long, only a handful remained seated inside, and it was clear other classes had emptied out just as much.

“This is kinda exciting,” Sophia said, standing beside Nova’s desk, her own enthusiasm growing. “Nova, should we—”

Before Sophia could finish her sentence, Nova was already rising from her seat, moving toward the door. “Let’s go check it out.”

One hand slipped casually into her pocket, a faint, knowing smile tugging at her lips. Nova thought to herself, *Half a year apart, and Ghost-Hammer hasn’t changed one bit—still just as reckless as ever.*

“Huh? Oh, yeah, let’s go,” Sophia stammered, caught off guard.

Nova’s usual cool detachment made Sophia assume she wouldn’t care about something like this. After all, very little ever grabbed Nova’s attention. Yet here she was, volunteering to go without hesitation. It was unusual, to say the least.

Sophia hurried to keep pace with her.

When they reached the academy’s main sports field, they found it packed with a dense crowd. The air buzzed with excitement as students jostled for position, their voices rising in cheers and shouts.

“Come on! Take him down!”

“Grab his legs! Attack from the side!”

In the center of the field stood a towering foreign man, built like a sledgehammer. He was well over six feet tall, with a broad, muscular frame, a thick beard framing his fierce face, and muscles so defined they seemed carved from stone.

Several SLRA students had rushed forward, clinging to his legs and arms, but none could slow his relentless advance.

This was Ghost-Hammer—a man forged in countless battles, as tough and unyielding as iron itself. With casual ease, he grabbed the students clinging to him and flung them aside like rag dolls.

Compared to the brutal fights he had survived on the battlefield, dealing with these students was barely a challenge, requiring far less than his full strength.

From brazenly ignoring the guards and storming into the academy to the one-sided “battle” sparked by the students’ defiance, Ghost-Hammer remained completely unfazed.

The crowd buzzed with comments. “Damn, this guy’s way too strong!”

“Looks like it’ll take all three prom kings working together just to bring him down.”

“He’s solid as a hammer. No way anyone can take him down!”

Though Nova had won the duel tournament, that achievement hadn’t made a deep impression on most students. To them, the only reliable way to handle a threat like this was the combined might of the three prom kings.

Few even considered Nova as a serious contender. After all, they assumed her real combat experience couldn’t compare to the three guys’.

“Look! The three prom kings are here!”

“The saviors have arrived!”

Three powerful kicks landed simultaneously on Ghost-Hammer’s abdomen and both sides of his waist, an attempt to weaken him before delivering a decisive blow.

Everyone expected Ghost-Hammer to stagger back, but he didn’t budge an inch.

His expression darkened ominously. Those familiar with him on the battlefield would recognize this as the moment before he unleashed his lethal power.

Ghost-Hammer was meticulous and patient, but that patience was reserved only for the mercenary king, Bloodforge. To everyone else, he showed no mercy.

After absorbing the kicks, Ghost-Hammer lunged forward with terrifying speed. Zane, Maxwell, and Ethan, unable to retract their legs in time, lost their balance and fell hard to the ground.

Ghost-Hammer roared in Zoriaien, his rough voice echoing across the field. “I’m just here to find someone. Once I do, I’ll leave. But you keep getting in my way. You’re asking for trouble!”

He swung a heavy punch at the nearest attacker—Maxwell. The force behind it was deadly.

The entire crowd froze, holding their breath.

At that critical moment, a figure darted through the crowd like lightning. Before the punch could land, a slender yet powerful hand grabbed Ghost-Hammer’s fist firmly.

It was Nova.

She seized his forearm, twisted smoothly, and executed a flawless shoulder throw, slamming the massive man to the ground with effortless grace.

The entire move flowed like water, precise and fluid.

Standing over Ghost-Hammer, now sprawled on the ground, Nova crossed her arms and smiled warmly.

“Old friend,” she said softly, offering him a hand to help him up. “Long time no see. I’m really glad you’re still alive.”