The Heavens: Man Covers the Heavens, Refines Treasures to Become an Emperor

"In the Bloodthirsty Camp, there are no companions, only prey."

Before he finished speaking, his spear shot out like lightning!

"you,!"

Fang Song was shocked and instinctively pushed the girl away to avoid her, but he was still a step too late.

The spear grazed his shoulder, spraying blood.

The girl managed to break free, but Fang Song's blade still left a bloody mark on her throat.

She staggered backward, clutching her neck as she fell into the mud, blood seeping from between her fingers.

"Madmen. You're all crazy."

The girl was breathing heavily, her eyes filled with resentment and despair.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fang Song endured the pain and turned to flee, quickly disappearing into the dense miasma.

The man with the gun did not give chase. Instead, he bent down to pick up the nameplate and glanced coldly at the seriously injured girl.

"The weak do not deserve to live."

After saying that, he turned and chased after Fang Song in the direction he had fled without looking back.

The swamp fell silent again, save for the girl's faint breathing. Blood stained the surrounding muddy water, and her vision began to blur.

"Am I going to die?"

The girl thought resentfully.

"That's how it ends."

Just then, a figure silently emerged from the swamp.

Jiang Xuan appeared like a ghost, his gaze calm as he looked at the dying girl.

"Feel sorry."

The girl spoke with difficulty, her eyes pleading.

Jiang Xuan did not respond, but simply reached out and took the nameplate from her waist, his movements swift and decisive.

He turned and left, quickly disappearing into the miasma as if he had never been there.

The last glimmer of light in the girl's eyes went out. Moments later, a treasure ship landed at the edge of the swamp, and the camp servants carried her away expressionlessly.

Jiang Xuan moved swiftly through the dense forest, his soul perception spreading outwards like ripples on water.

Everything happening within a hundred meters was clearly reflected in his mind.

The rustling sound of scorpions crawling, the sounds of students fighting in the distance, and even the subtle trembling of leaves in the wind.

"There's fighting 300 meters to the east."

With a thought, Jiang Xuan changed direction and quietly approached.

Soon, he saw the gunman chasing after the seriously wounded Fang Song.

Fang Song's abdominal wound continued to bleed, and his face was as pale as paper, but his will to survive sustained him as he continued to flee.

"Can they escape?"

The gunman sneered repeatedly, thrusting his spear forward and inflicting new wounds on Fang Song.

Fang Song leaned against a large tree, panting heavily.

"We have no grudge against each other, why must we be so ruthless?"

"Rules are rules."

The man with the gun raised his rifle.

"The weak should be eliminated."

Just as he was preparing for his final blow, a dark shadow attacked from the side!

"What."

The man holding the gun felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the gun slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

He turned his head in astonishment and saw Jiang Xuan appear beside him at some point, a short knife pressed against his throat.

"you"

The gunman's pupils contracted; he was completely unaware of Jiang Xuan's approach.

Without wasting words, Jiang Xuan swiftly pulled the nameplate from the man's waist with his left hand, while simultaneously slashing the man's neck with his short knife, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

"roll."

A single, simple word sent the gunman plummeting into an icy abyss.

He had no doubt that if he made the slightest move, the next strike would slit his throat.

The man with the gun stepped back, his eyes filled with fear.

Jiang Xuan did not pursue him, but calmly watched him disappear into the jungle.

He weighed the nameplate in his hand and put it into his pocket.

This is the third one today.

"Jiang Xuan!"

A weak voice came from behind.

Jiang Xuan turned around and saw Fang Song leaning against a withered tree, with a hideous wound on his chest, blood staining half of his body.

Fang Song's face was deathly pale, but his eyes burned with fury.

"You arrived a while ago, didn't you?"

Fang Song gritted his teeth.

"You only intervened after seeing me get beaten up like this, just to take advantage of the situation?"

Jiang Xuan walked slowly closer, looking down at Fang Song.

"If I hadn't arrived in time, you would be a corpse by now."

Fang Song's face turned even uglier.

Jiang Xuan was right. The man with the gun was far stronger than expected. If Jiang Xuan hadn't intervened, he would have been in grave danger.

But the humiliation of being rescued made him unable to calm down.

Stop pretending!

Fang Song struggled to stand up, but fell back down due to excessive blood loss.

"You're in cahoots with Xin Wenbin and his gang, you're just waiting to see me make a fool of myself!"

Jiang Xuan looked impatient.

"I don't know them well."

He crouched down to examine Fang Song's injuries.

"You're badly injured; if you don't stop the bleeding, you'll die."

Fang Song slapped Jiang Xuan's hand away.

"It's none of your business!"

Jiang Xuan sneered and stood up.

"as you like."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"etc!"

Fang Song suddenly shouted, his voice filled with panic.

He looked around; the swamp was fraught with danger, and in his current state, he would surely die if he encountered any wild beast or opponent.

Jiang Xuan stopped, but did not turn around.

Fang Song lowered his voice.

"Help me get out of here."

Jiang Xuan turned around and looked at Fang Song expressionlessly.

"Why?"

"I don't want to be eliminated."

Fang Song said with difficulty.

"This monthly performance review is very important to me."

Jiang Xuan remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Sure, but I have conditions."

"What conditions?"

"I will keep your nameplate safe."

Jiang Xuan said calmly.

"In your current state, you can't save it."

Fang Song's expression was sinister, but he quickly concealed it.

He managed a weak smile.

"Okay, but you have to carry me out; I can't walk anymore."

Jiang Xuan stared at Fang Song for a while, then suddenly laughed.

"make a deal."

He crouched down, his back to the other person.

Fang Song's eyes were fierce, but he quickly returned to his weak state.

He slowly climbed onto Jiang Xuan's back, his right hand quietly reaching for the blade hidden in his sleeve.

“Hold on tight.”

As Jiang Xuan spoke, he stood up and supported Fang Song's legs with both hands.

Fang Song lay on Jiang Xuan's back, feeling the other's steady steps.

His heart raced, his right hand gripped the blade tightly, searching for the perfect moment.

By slicing Jiang Xuan's throat open, he could not only retrieve his own nameplate but also obtain the three items on Jiang Xuan's body.
It's now!

Fang Song suddenly raised his right hand, the blade flashing coldly as he slashed towards Jiang Xuan's throat.

However, just as the blade was about to touch his skin, Jiang Xuan suddenly bent over and rammed backward!
"boom!"

Fang Song felt a sharp pain in his chest, and was thrown back by a tremendous force, crashing heavily into the mud. Mud and water splashed everywhere. He struggled to get up, only to find Jiang Xuan already standing in front of him, toying with his blade in his hand.

"really."

Jiang Xuan sneered.

"Having hung out with Xin Wenbin and his gang for so long, even their sneak attack methods are exactly the same."

Fang Song's face turned ashen. "You...you knew all along?"

"It all started when you asked me to carry you on my back."

Jiang Xuan squatted down, the blade spinning between his fingertips.

"Monthly performance reviews allow for cutthroat competition; how could you possibly let such a great opportunity slip by?"

Fang Song looked flustered, but quickly regained his composure.

"I just wanted to test your reflexes."

"Yeah?"

Jiang Xuan chuckled.

"Then I'll try yours too."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Xuan suddenly made his move, and a blade flashed silver in front of Fang Song's eyes.

Fang Song closed his eyes in terror, only to feel a chill by his ear as a strand of hair was shaved off.

"Don't kill me!"

Fang Song finally broke down.

"Take the nameplate! You can have it all!"

Jiang Xuan put away the razor blade and shook his head.

"Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier?"

He took the nameplate from Fang Song's waist and then pulled out a small cloth bag from his pocket.

"Here's some hemostatic medicine; treat your wound yourself."

Fang Song was stunned.

"You're not going to kill me?"

"Not interested."

Jiang Xuan stood up, took a whistle from his waist, and blew it. The sharp whistle echoed through the swamp.

"A distress signal?"

Fang Song's expression changed.

"you."

"In your current state, you won't escape this swamp."

Jiang Xuan interrupted him.

"Let's wait for the rescue team."

After saying that, he turned and left, quickly disappearing into the thick fog.

Fang Song sat motionless in the mud, staring in the direction Jiang Xuan had left, his eyes filled with resentment.

But soon, the dizziness from excessive blood loss struck, and he had to struggle to crawl to a dry area to treat his wounds with the medicinal powder left by Jiang Xuan.

About half an hour later, a treasure ship landed on the edge of the swamp.

An obese middle-aged man jumped off the boat, saw the disheveled Fang Song, and shook his head.

"Another unlucky guy."

Fang Song weakly raised his hand.

"Help me!"

The middle-aged man examined his injuries and marveled at them.

"The injury was quite serious, but it was handled very professionally. Who sent you the signal?"

Fang Song's lips trembled, but he did not answer.

The middle-aged man didn't ask any more questions, and carried Fang Song onto the treasure ship.

"Consider yourself lucky to have encountered someone who follows the rules. Last time, a trainee had both legs broken by his companions and was thrown into the swamp; by the time we found him, he had already been half-eaten by crocodiles."

The treasure ship took off, carrying Fang Song away from this dangerous swamp.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Poison Scorpion Ridge, Ning Meng was rampaging through the damp forest.

His bare upper body was covered in wounds, but it didn't hinder his movements. The battle that had just ended had earned him his third nameplate, and he was now excitedly licking the blood from his fists.

"Too weak!"

Ning Meng laughed heartily.

"You dare to participate in the monthly assessment with such limited skills?"

He casually hung the newly acquired nameplate on his waist, where two similar nameplates were already dangling.

Ningmeng loves to hear the crisp sound of their collisions; it's proof of victory.

The sound of a branch snapping came from afar.

Ning Meng suddenly turned his head, his expression excited.

"Another group coming to their deaths?"

Three figures emerged from the dense forest. The one in the lead was a tall woman, Lei Xinyue from Camp 40.

Two students followed behind her; all three bore injuries of varying degrees, yet their imposing presence remained undiminished.

"Ningxia and Inner Mongolia?"

Lei Xinyue recognized this combat maniac who was famous in the training camp.

"What a small world!"

Ning Meng grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"Lei Xinyue, I heard you've been acting really arrogant lately?"

He flexed his wrists, his joints making a cracking sound.

"Perfect, I'll take care of all three of you at once, saving me the trouble of searching for them one by one."

Lei Xinyue sneered.

"Arrogant!"

She winked at her two companions, and the three of them quickly spread out, forming a triangle that surrounded Ning Meng in the middle.

……

Shi Yu's breathing became more and more rapid, and his chest felt like it was on fire.

He kept moving, using the Flowing Cloud Chasing Star Step to its fullest extent, his figure like a wisp of green smoke weaving through the rocks of Poison Scorpion Ridge.

But the dark shadow behind him remained like a persistent thorn in his side, impossible to shake off.

"Gong Ming, what exactly do you want?"

Shi Yu couldn't help but turn around and roar, his voice echoing through the canyon.

Gong Ming's cold face was expressionless, with only his eyes fixed on Shi Yu's back.

His steps seemed simple, yet each step precisely followed the footprints left by Shi Yu, as if he could predict Shi Yu's every move.

"Defeating you is enough."

Gong Ming's voice was deep, as if he had already decided that this was the only target.

Shi Yu cursed inwardly, sweat trickling into his eyes and causing a stinging sensation.

He had to admit that Gong Ming's defensive capabilities were simply abnormal; his previous probing attacks had been easily neutralized.

This guy is like a stubborn rock, impossible to break or get rid of.

"The assessment has only been going on for an hour, and you've already set your sights on me?"

Shi Yu tried to distract Gong Ming while secretly adjusting his internal energy.

"There are still five hours left. Aren't you afraid someone will take advantage of the situation?"

Gong Ming did not answer, but suddenly accelerated, and the distance between the two instantly shortened to three zhang.

Shi Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly changed direction, rushing towards a narrow mountain crevice. He brought the "Star Shift" move of the Flowing Clouds Chasing Stars Step to its limit, his figure almost turning into a blur.

However, just as he was about to disappear into the mountain crevice, a cold light flashed from the side.

Shi Yu instinctively dodged to the side, a short knife grazing his cheek and sending sparks flying across the stone wall.

"There are more helpers?"

Shi Yu's pupils contracted sharply as he saw a student dressed in gray emerge from behind the rock wall, forming a pincer movement with Gong Ming.

"People from Camp 40?"

Shi Yu recognized the mark on the man's cuff, and his heart sank.

Now we're in big trouble.

Gong Ming stopped and, together with the gray-clad student, blocked Shi Yu's path from both sides.

Admit defeat and hand over the nameplate.

Gong Ming's voice remained calm, as if he were merely stating a given fact.

Shi Yu knew that things could not be resolved peacefully today.

He drew the soft sword from his waist.

"Want a nameplate? Come and get it yourself!"

In the makeshift camp, Xiao Ke's fingers traced the smooth surface of the diffraction disc, and the image on the disc changed accordingly.

Her gaze was fixed on the scene of Shi Yu being attacked by the two men.

"Crippled Wolf, is this the kind of student you trained? Bullying the weak with numbers?"

Xiao Ke's voice was clearly filled with dissatisfaction.

In the corner of the tent, a lean man raised his head, his eyes gleaming with a wild light.

"Wolves never act alone; it's their way of survival."

"But this isn't wilderness survival; it's an assessment!"

Xiao Ke suddenly turned around, her long hair drawing an arc in the air.

"The goal of training is to enable each trainee to work independently, not to teach them to rely on numbers!"

The wolf grinned, revealing its gleaming white teeth.

"The rules don't forbid teamwork. Survival of the fittest, elimination of the weak—that's the rule of Scorpion Ridge."

Xiao Ke pointed to the projection disc, where Shi Yu was struggling to defend against the two men's attacks.

"Look at the students in Camp 39; at least they're still upholding their martial arts. And your students? They're like hyenas hunting down lone survivors!"

"hyena?"

The wolf's smile vanished, replaced by a dangerous glint in his eyes. (End of Chapter)