Transformed into Hyper Zetton, the school beauty was terrified in the second playthrough.

Early the next morning.

Banners were unfurled at various colleges and universities in Longyuan Base City to announce the start of the selection competition.

When Lin Chengfeng arrived at the classroom, he found it already in an uproar.

"Hey, if we beat the combatant team from Sacred Heart Base City, our combatants will receive S-level resources for training. What about us? Are we just going to be runners-up?"

"Didn't you see the notice the school sent out? It says at the end that although we can't cultivate, we can get a set of the latest research and development equipment that ordinary people can use for self-defense, as well as a fortune that we could never spend in three lifetimes!"

"That's really generous. This is probably the best episode ever for us autopsies."

Just then, everyone saw Lin Chengfeng enter the classroom and immediately asked with a grin, "Class monitor, are you going to participate in the preliminary rounds?"

Lin Chengfeng raised an eyebrow and said, "Of course, why wouldn't we go with such great benefits? What about you guys? How many people from our class signed up?"

The group exchanged glances and sighed.

A chubby boy stepped forward and said, "We only have one class monitor in our class. We know our limitations. We can't even outperform the class monitor, let alone the senior students in the first year of high school or the talented students from other colleges."

Lin Chengfeng was slightly taken aback; he hadn't expected his classmates to see things so clearly.

After the fourth-year system was abolished, the original fourth-year students were temporarily reclassified as third-year students. This means that these experienced senior students, who have an extra year of experience compared to the original third-year students, will also participate in the preliminary selection.

This is true not only in Monster Hunter Academy's Corpse Dissection Class, but also in other academies.

They're just letting the original fourth-grade students participate; the other students can just sit back and watch.

There are indeed unfair things, but there are many unfair things in this world.

"Alright then, once I secure a spot at Monster Hunter Academy, I'll treat you all to a big meal," Lin Chengfeng joked with a smile.

The class immediately erupted in chaos.

"oh!!"

"Our class monitor is so generous!!"

"Wishing our squad leader great success in the military!"

…………

noon.

Three platforms were set up on the Monster Hunter Academy playground.

One platform provides autopsies to dissect monster corpses, while another platform offers contestants an elimination-style competition.

Another option is a platform-based PK mode where players defend their title.

Those with the ability can go up and defend their positions. As long as they can remain undefeated, they are guaranteed at least one spot in the end.

Standing atop the teaching building, Zhao Fengyun looked down at the vast crowd below and, without turning his head, said to the attendant behind him, "Bring me my grand master's chair."

"Young Master, the armchair is here."

Two servants bowed and moved the armchair to his side.

Zhao Fengyun slammed his palm on the back of the armchair, and the chair flew off on the spot.

It landed precisely in the center of the defending platform.

In an instant, it attracted everyone's attention.

Immediately afterwards, he ran through the air and jumped onto the grand master's chair.

He crossed his legs, leaned against the armrest of the armchair with one hand as a pillow, and silently surveyed the crowd with cold eyes.

"It's...it's Zhao Fengyun, one of the two supreme masters of Monster Hunter Academy!"

"He actually came back."

"It looks like he's going to defend his title. He's already decided on the spot, unless the other supreme beauty, Gu, steps in."

"Impossible. Both of them are B-rank combatants. Their spots in Monster Hunter Academy are basically already decided. The so-called preliminary rounds are just a friendly competition to see who can hold their own."

At the melon-eating table, the younger combatants discussed the matter, one after another.

The combatants in the graduating classes of third and fourth grade are not stupid; they naturally know that they cannot get a spot, but they will still step into the ring.

With the college's board members and president present, even if you don't get a spot, as long as you demonstrate outstanding abilities, you still have a chance to gain favor with the school leaders.

Zhao Fengyun's eyes swept over one head after another, finally settling on Gu Wanxue, who stood calmly in the crowd.

Gu Wanxue noticed his gaze, glanced at him, and then stopped paying attention.

"Aren't you going to spar with me? Fine, there will be plenty of opportunities later," Zhao Fengyun said disdainfully.

He was very confident that his strength was superior to Gu Wanxue's, and that defeating Gu Wanxue would be a piece of cake.

After shifting his gaze from Gu Wanxue, Zhao Fengyun turned it to Lin Chengfeng, who was surrounded by a group of people in the corpse dissection area.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Heh, enjoy your last moments. It won't be long before you leave this world forever."

……

The sudden malice made Lin Chengfeng subconsciously glance at the platform where he was defending the arena.

Upon seeing Zhao Fengyun sitting up there, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

At this moment, a classmate who usually didn't talk much came to Lin Chengfeng's side with a glass of red watermelon juice.

"Squad leader, the monster's corpse is about to be revealed. How about you have a glass of watermelon juice to soothe your throat? It'll be your turn to show off your skills soon," Zhou Jingxuan said with a smile.

The instant he uttered those words, Lin Chengfeng sensed a faint killing intent.

He turned his head to meet Zhou Jingxuan's gaze, the killing intent sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

It can be confirmed that the murderous intent definitely came from Zhou Jingxuan.

Zhou Jingxuan's clothes were thin, making it easy to tell whether he was concealing a weapon. Since the clothes clung tightly to his skin, there was clearly no weapon hidden there; that left only the bright red watermelon juice in front of him.

"Thank you." Lin Chengfeng smiled as he accepted the watermelon juice, his killing intent fluctuating between light and heavy.

It's as if the other party is hesitating about whether to kill you, or it's a helpless act.

Unfortunately, the killing intent perception can only detect killing intent and malice, but not other emotional fluctuations.

As Zhou Jingxuan watched Lin Chengfeng accept the watermelon juice, a complex emotion flashed across his stiff smile.

Lin Chengfeng wasn't foolish enough to drink watermelon juice. Looking at the PK arena ahead, he asked softly, "Why?"

Zhou Jingxuan's body trembled, and his pupils widened.

I never expected that my little trick would be seen through so easily.

His body trembled, and he lowered his head in shame, saying in a hoarse voice, "I...I'm sorry, class monitor."

"I had no choice; they threatened my family."

Zhou Jingxuan didn't mention who "they" were, but Lin Chengfeng guessed it immediately.

"What a fine tradition of such a large family! It's time to clean up these parasites in this city." Lin Chengfeng's eyes immediately turned cold.

He handed the watermelon juice back to Zhou Jingxuan and said, "Go home. Your family will be back tonight. Remember to prepare a meal in advance."

After saying that, he strode towards the two arenas that were surrounded by combatants.

"Class monitor..."

Zhou Jingxuan stared blankly at Lin Chengfeng's retreating figure as he disappeared into the crowd.

He was confused and didn't know what to do.

Lin Chengfeng was just an ordinary person. Even if he stood up for himself, a few words wouldn't change the opinion of those in power.

On the contrary, they will just make fun of it.

Zhou Jingxuan clenched his fists unwillingly, enduring the sharp pain of his nail clippers digging into his flesh, but he did not let go.

"If I can become a combatant, my family won't be threatened, and I won't implicate others," Zhou Jingxuan thought.

This is something many autopsies have fantasized about.

However, the reality is that unless they are top-tier combatants, they will still be treated unfairly.