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

Thick fog whistled past his ears as Jiang Fan sped along the muddy road leading to the East District like an arrow released from a bow.

The "Level 1 Spirit Body" brings not only an increase in strength, but also a leap in all aspects of physical fitness.

He could clearly feel the force feedback from each push of his feet and hear the increasingly clear and noisy voices in the distance.

Lin Feng's roar was tinged with pain, Ding Hang's curses were hoarse and desperate, and a gentle yet authoritative female voice was trying its best to dissuade him.

"Stop! I said stop! Anyone who lays a hand on me again will face consequences!"

Jiang Fan's heart sank, and he increased his speed by three points.

Passing through a sparse woodland, the East Campus dormitory buildings came into view in the fog.

The open space between the buildings was packed with people.

The situation was worse than he had anticipated.

The twenty or so students from the West Campus were surrounded by at least thirty or forty students from the East Campus.

Lin Feng had bruises on his face, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and his left arm hanging unnaturally, clearly injured, yet he was still being supported by Ding Hang, glaring angrily ahead.

Ding Hang wasn't in much better shape; he had a gash on his forehead, blood smeared half his face, and his chest was heaving violently.

Most of the others in the West District were injured, standing back to back in a circle, holding crude weapons, their faces a mixture of anger, humiliation, and a hint of despair.

Between the two stood a woman who appeared to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

Her simple shirt was slightly wrinkled, her smooth long hair was a little disheveled, and her face showed a tired but determined expression. She was spreading her arms wide, like a mother lion protecting her cubs, forcefully separating the two sides.

Several broken wooden sticks lay at her feet, clearly indicating that a conflict had just been forcibly stopped.

Qin Muyao.

Jiang Fan recognized her; she was one of the youngest lecturers in the School of Literature. Someone in the class group had posted her photo when discussing this teacher.

It seems that it was her forceful intervention that prevented Lin Feng and the others from being completely ganged up on.

"Teacher Qin, are you really going to see this through to the end?" A short-haired, lean young man was clearly the leader of "Jianghu" this time.

His tone was extremely cold: "Those guys from the West District came to our East District territory and attacked and injured our brothers first. We were just defending ourselves. Now you're stopping us; aren't you being too biased?"

"Wang Chao!" Qin Muyao raised her voice, with the authority of a teacher, "I saw with my own eyes that it was your people who surrounded us first!"

Although the matter originated from a transaction dispute, once it escalated into a fight and robbery, its nature became completely different!

"As your teacher, I now order you to stand back immediately, return what you stole, and then have representatives from both sides sit down and have a proper talk!"

"return?"

Wang Chao scoffed.

He pointed to several other injured but arrogant boys behind him: "Teacher Qin, look, our people have been beaten up too! Even if we're going to settle this, they have to compensate us for our losses first! As for those cards and stuff...? I didn't see them!"

Behind him, the scarred man who had broken Chen Qingquan's arm and the tall boy who had smashed Zhao Yi's head were hiding in the crowd.

The two men's faces were full of sarcasm.

"Wang Chao! I'll fuck your mother!" Ding Hang's eyes were bloodshot as he was about to rush forward, but Lin Feng held him back tightly.

"Ding Hang! Calm down!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth, forcing out the words, "Don't fall for their trap!"

Qin Muyao once again stood in front of the group from the West District. Facing the pressure from the approaching "Jianghu" group, she refused to budge, but a hint of anxiety flashed deep in her eyes...

She alone cannot suppress both sides indefinitely.

Seeing this, Wang Chao's eyes hardened, and he was about to wave his hand to have someone forcibly break through Qin Muyao's obstruction.

Just then.

"Bang!"

A fist-sized rock flew from outside the crowd and landed precisely on the ground in front of Wang Chao's feet, splashing gravel and mud all over his trousers.

Everyone was stunned and looked in the direction of the sound.

Jiang Fan parted the crowd on the outskirts of the East District and slowly walked in.

He held in his hand a rusty iron sword, the very one he had borrowed from Chen Qingquan.

With the tip of his sword pointing diagonally at the ground, he walked steadily, his gaze sweeping over the injured Lin Feng, Ding Hang, and the people from the West District, his eyes instantly turning icy cold.

He nodded slightly to Qin Muyao, and finally fixed his gaze on Wang Chao's face.

"Brother Fan!" "Fanzi! You're here!" The people in the West District clung to the driftwood like drowning people, their voices choked with emotion.

A commotion broke out among the crowd in the East District.

"Jiang Fan from the West District is here!"

"The only student from the West District among the top ten on the leaderboard!"

Wang Chao's eyes narrowed, and a look of apprehension flashed across his face.

But seeing that his side outnumbered them, and glancing at the injured men from the West District, his courage returned: "So you're Jiang Fan, kid? Perfect timing! Look at what you West District people have done! Coming to our East District and injuring our brothers, you're not leaving here until you give us an explanation!"

Jiang Fan ignored his shouts and went straight to Lin Feng and Ding Hang, quickly checking their injuries.

Lin Feng's left arm hung limply, a large, horrifying bruise swollen around his shoulder joint, clearly indicating a severe blow from a blunt object. He also had multiple soft tissue contusions on his face and blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Ding Hang's clothes were torn open, and a deep welt ran diagonally across his chest, his skin ripped open and blood seeping out continuously. He also had a wound on his forehead, but the bleeding had gradually slowed down.

"Fanzi...I'm sorry...I'm so damn useless..." Lin Feng said in a low voice, enduring the pain.

"As long as he's not dead, that's good." Jiang Fan interrupted impatiently.

Although his voice was calm, those who knew him well could hear the suppressed anger beneath that calm.

He turned around, raised his rusty sword an inch, and pointed the tip at Wang Chao.

"I'm here to do only two things." Jiang Fan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, drowning out all the noise.

He held up one finger: "First, return the cards that were stolen from my brothers Chen Qingquan, Zhao Yi, Lin Feng, and Ding Hang, exactly as they were."

Then he raised a second sign: "Secondly, everyone who hit someone or stole anything, step forward. Those who hit someone, apologize; those who stole, return the items, then slap yourself ten times, kneel down and kowtow three times, and that will be the end of it."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty, as if stating a fact that was bound to happen.

Lin Feng and the others were suddenly jolted by Jiang Fan's aura, their blood boiling instantly, and they stood up straight as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

The onlookers were all in an uproar. No one expected that this freshman from the West Campus, who had become famous in the East Campus since the points rankings appeared, would be so arrogant.

"This freshman is seriously crazy!" someone couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

"It would be great if we could kill a few of them, then I might be able to break into the top 100 on the leaderboard." Some people thought to themselves, their faces showing anticipation.

"This guy's such a show-off, isn't he? He's not going to get beaten up later..." someone whispered sarcastically.

Qin Muyao's face turned deathly pale instantly.

This isn't mediation; it's adding fuel to the fire!

Wang Chao seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and exaggeratedly picked at his ear: "Jiang Fan, have you fucking got your brain slammed in a door?"

Are you coming to our East District to issue orders?

Return the card?

Apologize and get slapped?

Kneel down and kowtow?

I'm telling you, there's nothing there!

People are beaten, so be it!

Now, take all of you remnants from the West District and get the hell out of here!

otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Fan moved.

The rusty sword suddenly rose, slicing through the thick fog with a cold glint.