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

A warm current, stronger than before, surged through my body, quickly relieving muscle fatigue, and the Heavenly Cloud Vine mark on my wrist pulsed with pleasure.

[Psionic Power: 82/100]

"Only 18 points away from the 100-point mark."

Jiang Fan felt a slight stirring in his heart, and he became even more eager to see the changes that might occur after his spiritual energy reached 100.

The battle ended, leaving only Jiang Fan, the seriously injured Yang Wanjun, and a scene of carnage.

The atmosphere was subtly tense.

Yang Wanjun forced herself to stand up straight, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and spoke first, her voice hoarse: "Thank you... classmate for saving my life. May I ask... how should I address you?"

"Zheng Daoguang".

Jiang Fan gave a false name, his voice still low and effeminate.

He quickly cleaned up the battlefield and found several scattered white cards on the corpses of Duan Biao's men. Without even looking at them, he stuffed them into his clothes.

But he didn't touch the weapons or other supplies carried on the corpses, and he didn't even disturb the corpse of the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff.

To avoid revealing our true colors later.

"Should we deal with these corpses?" Yang Wanjun asked hesitantly from the side.

"It's alright, the strange beasts will take care of the funeral." Jiang Fan's tone was calm and even. "This place is not safe to stay for long. Duan Biao has escaped, and he will definitely call people back. Your injuries are quite serious and need to be treated as soon as possible."

Yang Wanjun nodded; she naturally understood this principle.

However, she remained wary of this "Zheng Daoguang" who had saved her but whose strength and origins were unknown.

She had just glanced through the top 100 of the points leaderboard, and there was no one named Zheng Daoguang at all.

Although points cannot fully represent an individual's strength, a person with extremely strong abilities would not be able to remain unknown on the leaderboard simply by killing monsters.

Also, why did the other person save him?

Is it really just because he "dislikes the Honglu Society"?

Or is there another picture?

But these questions cannot be explored at this moment.

She quickly cut off several of the most valuable pieces of meat from the Tibetan Mastiff, then retrieved her metal javelin, her movements slightly unsteady as she aggravated her wounds.

"Come this way." Yang Wanjun pointed to a direction behind the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff and took the first step.

She dared not completely entrust her back to Jiang Fan, but she had no choice but to rely on their current "alliance".

Jiang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he followed with his gun.

He had been wondering why the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff didn't run away when it saw so many people.

Yang Wanjun is very powerful, so why has she fallen into a dilemma?

Now, it seems there is an explanation.

Before long, the two arrived at a strange beast's nest.

Yang Wanjun pulled out a purple beast egg the size of a rugby ball from it.

"I came to this area by chance and saw this egg. I wanted to take it, but I accidentally angered the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff that had just returned to its den, which is why we started fighting."

"Duan Biao noticed the commotion on my side and led his men to surround me. At first, they politely invited me to join the Honglu Society to hunt down the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff together."

"But I'm used to being alone and didn't want to join the organization, so I politely declined. However, I still invited them to hunt the Thunder-striped Mastiff together."

"But I didn't expect that Duan Biao would immediately change his tune. Not only did he not help, he wanted to wait until Lei Wen Ao killed me before cleaning up the mess and reaping the benefits."

"It's a shame he worked with me in the student union for a year when we were sophomores." Yang Wanjun sighed as she finished speaking.

Although she knew that a harsh environment could lead to a rapid distortion of human nature, she still did not expect that her former classmate, who used to greet her with a smile, would try to kill her in less than three days.

Jiang Fan suddenly realized what was going on and understood the situation in an instant.

He arrived just as the two sides had fallen out.

Just then, Yang Wanjun presented the purple beast egg to Jiang Fan with both hands: "Zheng, thank you for saving my life. Consider this a token of my gratitude."

Jiang Fan didn't know if she was being sincere or if she was injured and forced to explain herself and give him a gift due to the situation.

After all, he had not received any gratitude feedback from the other party until this point.

However, he still refused: "I'm not interested in this stuff. If you want to thank me, you can send me a few cards."

This beast egg might be a valuable item for others, but for him, it was nothing short of a hot potato.

Unless you take it back and eat it, it's no different from "self-disclosure".

Yang Wanjun wasn't sure if Jiang Fan was being sincere. She bit her lip lightly and probed again, "I can give you the cards I have and this beast egg."

"No need, I only want the card. You should put the egg away quickly," Jiang Fan refused again.

At this point, Yang Wanjun finally confirmed that the effeminate man with a sinister appearance in front of her did not actually want the beast egg.

"Okay." She took off her backpack and quickly put the beast egg inside.

During this process, her wounds were inevitably aggravated, but Yang Wanjun only frowned slightly and endured it.

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the nearby jungle, and a group of people quickly emerged from the mist.

"This way." Jiang Fan reacted quickly, grabbing Yang Wanjun and dragging her into the shade of the giant tree next to them.

"Damn it, that little brat stabbed them to death, that's ruthless!" Duan Biao's curses came from behind.

"Search the area; they may not have left yet." This time it was Peter Feng's voice, still calm, but Jiang Fan could sense the anger about to erupt from it.

The entire school traveled through time together, and the international student camp was already at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. Losing five elite students at once was a significant blow to him.

A cacophony of footsteps arose as members of the Honglu Society began searching the vicinity.

Jiang Fan secretly peeked out and saw at least fifteen or sixteen people.

"He was indeed killed by a wooden spear," Peter von's voice came again, as if he were examining the body.

"Logically speaking, someone who has the strength to withstand an attack from six or seven of you all by himself must be at least in the top ten, or even the top three, of the rankings."

"But Li Qingfeng is skilled with a sword and has never been active in the West District. Tang Qingyu is skilled with a bow and arrow and is a woman. As for the other person, Xiang Tian, ​​he is even less likely to be involved..." He said, a hint of doubt in his voice.

Then he asked, "The Thunder-Patterned Mastiff has been killed. Did you notice that someone in the top twenty of the leaderboard suddenly rose in the rankings?"

Jiang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly checked his points ranking.

Fortunately, after killing the mutated Black Armored Crocodile, he had risen to 7th place in the standings, and he remains in 7th place now.

Clearly, none of the top ten are idle; they are all working hard to accumulate points and improve themselves.

At least Shen Gaoyuan, who was ranked 6th at the time, was still ranked one place ahead of him.

Of course, this is partly due to the "half the benefits" side effect of the Twin Masks.

He had already asked, and Yang Wanjun had received 17 points of spiritual energy from the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff, but he himself had only received 11 points.

The total is only 28 points.

However, the strength shown by the Thunder-striped Mastiff was significantly greater than that of the mutated leopard with a score of 22.

Therefore, Jiang Fan estimated that he should have gained 22 points of spiritual energy from killing the Thunder-Patterned Mastiff, but 11 points were "swallowed" by the Twin Mask.

Duan Biao's voice came again: "Boss, after I left here, I kept an eye on the leaderboard. Hu Qian, who is currently 9th, Lu Hao, who is 12th, and Shi Jingcheng, who is 18th, have all risen in the rankings."

"Remember these three," Peter Feng said in a deep voice. "Also, besides them, thoroughly investigate anyone in the top 20 whose background we don't know, especially those skilled with guns!"

At this moment, Jiang Fan and Yang Wanjun's bodies were pressed tightly together. Jiang Fan could even feel the warmth and elasticity of her delicate body and smell her faint fragrance.

But he had no time for such thoughts.

Peter Feng's meticulous thinking startled Jiang Fan; in just a moment, he had narrowed down the suspects to himself.

In his nervousness, he tightened his grip on Yang Wanjun's arm.

However, this action inadvertently aggravated the wound on Yang Wanjun's arm, and she had never had such close physical contact with any man before.

My body couldn't help but twist slightly.

"Click—"

She accidentally broke off a small section of the tree branch.

"Who?!"

A sharp shout rang out like a thunderclap, and footsteps rapidly approached.

Jiang Fan and Yang Wanjun held their breath instantly, their bodies tense as if on stringless strings.

In the shadows, life and death hang by a thread.