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

On the high platform, in the leadership seat.

The ten board members watched the students compete with great interest.

"Hua Zhijie is a decisive kid, with a bit of the old-fashioned air about him. He's a rare find in the graduating class, not bad at all!"

"Li Jianmei from the third grade is not bad either; her swordsmanship is quite similar to yours, Principal." A school board member smiled and looked at the silent Bloodthirsty Swordsman in the main seat.

Others may not know, but the board members are well aware that Li Jianmei is his personal disciple.

At this moment, another board member jumped out and sighed, "What a pity. Although Li Jianmei has good talent in swordsmanship, her aptitude for heterogeneous cores is a bit lacking. In terms of talent and aptitude, it has to be Chairman Zhao's son."

Sitting next to the Bloodthirsty Swordsman, Zhao Kaishan, also an A-level combatant, smiled broadly and said modestly, "Hehe, it's just my son's own hard work, it has nothing to do with talent or aptitude."

Another director lamented, "If no dragon-level monster had appeared that day, Chairman Zhao, your youngest son would surely have shone brightly on the stage."

After he finished speaking, the other directors were secretly worried for the director who couldn't speak properly.

At the same time, observe Zhao Kaishan's expression.

I discovered that he was indeed angry, but not at the director.

"Hmph, that idiot didn't come back, ultimately because he was too weak! Such trash is dead and that's that; he doesn't deserve to be a son of the Zhao family!"

Everyone was shocked by Zhao Kaishan's ruthlessness.

He didn't show the slightest emotional reaction when his own son died.

In his eyes, only his son Zhao Fengyun could make him proud.

"Huh? Someone's gone up to the arena to challenge Zhao Fengyun!"

Upon hearing that someone was challenging his eldest son, Zhao Kaishan immediately perked up and looked over.

I wanted to see which powerful person had such courage, but instead I saw a completely unfamiliar face.

"That person... he looks unfamiliar. Are there any combatant students among us?" Zhao Kaishan looked at the other directors.

They looked at each other blankly, clearly not recognizing each other.

Seeing that they were unreliable, Zhao Kaishan turned his attention to the principal, the Blood-Drinking Swordsman.

The Blood-Drinking Swordsman always wore a blank expression, but after learning the identity of the person taking the stage, his face showed a slight change.

"He is... Lin Chengfeng, the class monitor of the third-year autopsy class."

Upon hearing this, all the directors were stunned.

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"The preliminary rounds are almost over, aren't you going to participate, Sister Gu?"

The green-haired little girl sitting next to Gu Wanxue blinked and asked curiously.

Before Gu Wanxue could answer, she suddenly slapped her not-so-bright head: "Oh dear, how could I forget that? Sister Gu is a B-level combatant, she's already been chosen!"

Gu Wanxue smiled and patted her head, saying, "Silly child, do you think I wouldn't know if it was pre-selected? It's not pre-selected yet, I'll go one last time. But you, aren't you going?"

The green-haired girl shook her head: "No way. What's so fun about fighting people? Fighting monsters is much more fun."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd erupted in uproar.

"Look! Someone's gone up to the arena to challenge Zhao Fengyun!"

"Oh ho? Which warrior is it?!"

Hearing that someone was challenging Zhao Fengyun, Gu Wanxue glanced at him curiously.

The next second, when they saw Lin Chengfeng appear on the stage with his hands in his pockets, their eyes widened like saucers.

"Huh? That person... isn't he the class monitor of the third-year autopsy class? Why would an ordinary person like him run up there?!" The green-haired loli was very puzzled.

The question mark above Gu Wanxue's head had practically pierced the sky.

Why did this happen...?

"He's always been so rational, why would he do something so stupid?!" Gu Wanxue screamed inwardly in despair.

In her past life, Lin Chengfeng saved her life, and she has always been thinking about how to repay him.

Gu Wanxue realized that she couldn't see through Lin Chengfeng's heart at all after her previous invitation to help him fuse with the alien core was rejected.

In his previous life, Lin Chengfeng was at least his personal autopsy specialist, but he didn't understand him at all.

"Nonsense! What are you, a necropsy specialist, doing on the combatant's stage?!" one of the directors shouted angrily.

The third-year autopsy students were completely dumbfounded when they saw Lin Chengfeng on the stage.

The homeroom teacher of the third-year autopsy class was even more anxious and jumped up.

"Lin Chengfeng! What are you doing?!"

"Get down here right now! That's not a place for an ordinary person like you!"

"Know your place, and don't embarrass me everywhere!"

Lin Chengfeng ignored the nagging homeroom teacher and stared intently at Zhao Fengyun, who was sitting in the armchair.

Zhao Fengyun was somewhat surprised, but that surprise quickly turned into excitement.

"You actually dared to come up here? Don't you know the rule that once you're on the ring, you can't surrender? Don't think you can just walk away unscathed."

"If you want to stay in the ICU, then kowtow three times and I'll consider reducing the number of days you need to stay."

Faced with his sarcastic remarks, Lin Chengfeng silently raised three fingers.

Zhao Fengyun raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean? You want to lie in the ICU for three days? Well, that depends on your sincerity."

In the audience, Gu Wanxue silently gripped the hilt of her sword, ready to decisively save Lin Chengfeng if things went wrong.

As for the consequences?

She never thought of it.

Just like when Lin Chengfeng saved him, he never considered the consequences of saving him, which would lead to his death.

Lin Chengfeng spoke, his voice cold and clear: "The first punch will knock your stinking mouth crooked. The second punch will pulverize all 206 bones in your body. The third punch will make you glued to the ground, impossible to pry off."

With each punch Lin Chengfeng uttered, he retracted one finger.

He defeated Zhao Fengyun with three punches; that's what he wanted to express.

These words caused an uproar in the room.

"Holy crap! He openly yelled at Zhao Fengyun in front of the entire school leadership?!"

"Did that kid drink fake alcohol this morning?!"

"It's also possible that he took the wrong medication."

Of everyone present, only Zhou Jingxuan knew why Lin Chengfeng was standing there.

At this moment, he was already numb.

"Squad leader... I'm sorry, you shouldn't have stood up for a coward like me." Zhou Jingxuan squatted down, burying his face in his hands and sobbing. He was filled with remorse.

On the high platform.

Zhao Kaishan's face darkened when he heard Lin Chengfeng's harsh words.

He abruptly turned to look at the Bloodthirsty Swordsman and said in a deep voice, "I shouldn't have agreed to your request to open the Corpse Dissection course in the first place. See for yourself!"

"That's the kind of low-level autopsy workers they're talking about. Openly insulting the future heir of the Zhao family—he won't leave Monster Hunter Academy unscathed today!"

The Blood-Drinking Swordsman remained silent, merely gazing at the arena platform.

Monster Hunter Academy was built through a joint venture, with the Zhao family being the largest shareholder.

His position as principal was merely nominal; he had no real power whatsoever.

Zhao Fengyun's eyes immediately turned cold, and the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees.

He slowly stood up and left the armchair.

"You're the first person in all these years to dare talk to me like that."

"I've made up my mind. I'm going to spread your blood evenly across the platform beneath your feet!"