The entire school embarks on a survival journey, starting from a primeval rainforest.

Noticing the movement ahead, Jiang Fan immediately lowered his body and, using the thick fog and the giant tree trunk as cover, quietly crept forward.

As he approached, he used the Heavenly Cloud Vine to reach a giant tree and look down.

A clearing in the woods came into view.

In the center of the open space, a mutated beast resembling a mastiff, but with a shoulder height exceeding 1.5 meters and covered in dark purple crystalline scales, was roaring angrily.

It occasionally spews out tiny sparks of electricity from its mouth and nostrils, and its four claws dig at the ground, scattering humus soil everywhere.

Facing it was a tall and agile woman holding a metal javelin.

She had her hair tied in a neat ponytail, her face flushed from the intense exercise, and a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth. But her eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and although her movements were slightly sluggish, she always managed to dodge the attacks of the mutated beasts and their electrified claws at the last second.

Not far behind the woman, seven or eight international students with unusual appearances and different skin colors were supporting her.

"Senior Yang?" Jiang Fan's gaze sharpened as he recognized the woman as Yang Wanjun, their class's assistant.

She was also his senior in her third year, and the only girl besides Tang Qingyu who consistently ranked in the top ten of the points leaderboard.

"Has she joined the Honglu Society? Is she leading a hunt?" Jiang Fan wondered.

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

Rather than saying that the group of young people were protecting Yang Wanjun, it would be more accurate to say that they and the mutated beasts had subtly surrounded her.

On the Honglu Association's side, the leader was a burly, dark-skinned African student who spoke broken Mandarin.

At that moment, he was leisurely watching the battle unfold, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The people around him subtly formed a circle, blocking Yang Wanjun's escape route.

"Hey Yang, give it your all," the black-faced boy said slowly. His voice, carrying an unsettling undertone, pierced through the thick fog and reached Jiang Fan's ears. "I estimate this Thunder-Patterned Mastiff's spiritual energy is at least 30 points. Kill it, and you'll be one step closer to the 100-point mark, won't you?"

Yang Wanjun was gritting her teeth as she swung her javelin, deflecting a bite from the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff. Her arm was numb from the recoil, and she gasped, "Duan Biao, I just don't want to join the Honglu Society. Did you have to be so ruthless?"

"That's a hurtful thing to say." Duan Biao cracked his neck, his smile unchanged. "Whether you join or not is always your freedom; no one will force you. But the rainforest is treacherous, and accidents are always possible. Even if you're a top ten expert on the leaderboard, if you accidentally stumble and fall, who can you blame..."

Jiang Fan hid behind a tree, observing calmly.

Yang Wanjun's strength was indeed remarkable; her movements were concise and effective, clearly demonstrating her practical combat skills. However, under the ferocious attacks of the mutated mastiffs and the subtle restraint from the members of the Honglu Society, she was already struggling to cope, and her defeat was only a matter of time.

Her breathing became increasingly labored, clearly indicating that she had exhausted a great deal of energy, but the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff, though also injured, became even more ferocious.

Jiang Fan and this senior student didn't actually have much interaction.

They spent almost the entire first month of school in military training.

Yang Wanjun, as the class assistant, only met them once on the first day of school and introduced herself.

After that, the only time she was involved in a physical education class was during a military training session near the end of the training.

She paid for ice cream for her younger schoolmates out of her own pocket.

With this thought in mind, Jiang Fan slowly took out the Twin Masks from his pocket and gently pressed them onto his face.

The Chinese characters on the transparent panel flash, and options such as gender, body type, clothing, hairstyle, facial features, and voice appear one by one.

Jiang Fan felt a chill run down his spine; he hadn't expected this thing to be so troublesome to use.

He randomly selected a few items, barely finalized the body shape and appearance, and finally finished the tedious "face-shaping" process.

Fortunately, this thing only requires selection the first time you use it; after that, the character is fixed.

Minutes later, he transformed into a long-haired young man with a sinister appearance, dressed in a long robe.

[The Twin Mask effect has been activated: Identity "Zheng Daoguang" successfully created. Remaining usage time: 1 hour 55 minutes 27 seconds.]

Jiang Fan has made his decision.

The actions of the Honglu Association were truly despicable.

If they can force Qi Ran to explore the path today and persecute Yang Wanjun, they might very well harm their own friends next time.

Such a menace is like a ticking time bomb if left unchecked.

Moreover, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Yang Wanjun is quite capable. If she escapes today, she will definitely seek revenge against the Honglu Association in the future.

Before long, the situation on the field suddenly changed.

Yang Wanjun scrambled to dodge, leaving her back wide open.

The Thunder-Patterned Mastiff's eyes flashed with ferocity, its body crackling with purple lightning, and it pounced down...

"call out!"

A wooden spear, like a lurking venomous snake, suddenly shot out from the thick fog, not directly stabbing the mutated mastiff, but precisely nailing it half a foot in front of the point where its forelegs were about to strike.

The powerful force stirred up a patch of mud, perfectly interrupting the beast's attack rhythm.

"who?!"

Duan Biao's expression changed, and he abruptly turned his head to look in the direction from which the wooden spear had been thrown.

The members of the Honglu Society tensed up instantly, weapons in hand, their eyes scanning the surroundings.

A young man with long hair, dressed in an ancient-style robe and a sinister expression, slowly emerged from behind the tree.

His hands were empty; he merely flicked his wrist casually, as if he hadn't been the one who had just delivered that stunning shot.

"The light of righteousness." A soft, feminine voice came from afar. "I can't stand this beast."

Taking the opportunity, Yang Wanjun created some distance, breathing heavily, and looked at the strange man who had suddenly appeared with suspicion and uncertainty.

"What the hell is this 'light of righteousness'?" Duan Biao cursed instinctively. "I'm asking you what your name is!"

But then he narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly sized up the newcomer.

For some reason, he vaguely sensed a dangerous aura emanating from the man in front of him.

A white boy stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "Brother Duan, what he means is that he's from a respectable sect, and we're from a heretical sect."

Duan Biao cursed inwardly, wishing he could slap his companion across the face. How could he not hear the teasing in Jiang Fan's tone?

But he quickly composed himself, putting on a humble and polite smile: "My friend, you have excellent skills. We are from the Honglu Society, handling some internal matters here. We discovered this Thunder-Patterned Mastiff first, so please be lenient and don't interfere."

He deliberately emphasized the "Honglu Meeting" and "first discovery," both to highlight his reputation and to justify his position.

Jiang Fan tilted his head, a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Internal affairs? Seven or eight grown men watching a woman fight a beast, and you call that internal affairs? If that's convenient, then forget it."

The faces of the people from the Honglu Association immediately turned ugly.

A burly man with a bad temper stepped forward, pointed at Jiang Fan, and cursed, "You coward who doesn't even dare to give his real name, you think you're so great? You'd better get lost, or I'll take care of you too!"

Duan Biao raised his hand to stop his men. He was a meticulous man. The force and timing of the man's javelin throw showed considerable skill. Without knowing his background, he did not want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

"Friend, let's not beat around the bush. This Thunder-Patterned Hound is likely stronger than 30 points of spiritual energy, and it's quite valuable. If you really want a piece of the pie, you can wait until Sister Yang is tired of fighting, and then we can clean up the mess together. But for now, please don't interfere with us."

He emphasized the word "interference" slightly.

Jiang Fan sneered inwardly. Duan Biao was trying to appease him first, and then deal with him slowly after Yang Wanjun died in the mouth of the strange beast and he lost his main force for sharing spiritual energy.

He stopped wasting words and walked straight to the center of the field, his goal clear: to retrieve the wooden gun he had borrowed from Ding Hang to conceal his identity.

"Stop him!"

Duan Biao's eyes turned cold, and he gave the order.

Immediately, two members of the Honglu Society pounced on him from the left and right, one wielding a knife and the other an axe, working together seamlessly to slash at Jiang Fan.