What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Today marks the end of the hunting competition.

The main venue for the Youth Martial Arts Tournament in Nanjiang Prefecture. Under the enormous semi-circular dome, all 100,000 seats were filled.

However, the expressions on the faces of these spectators were not very pleasant.

"After buying this ticket, I feel like I'm just a complete clown!"

The man wearing a baseball cap pointed at the dark screen in mid-air and banged an empty water bottle on his chair.

"A whole month!"

"I took leave from work, and I sit here every day, just staring blankly at these few black screens! What am I doing this for?"

Sitting next to him, a man in a short-sleeved shirt raised his right hand, paused in mid-air, and then swung his arm around hard, slapping himself hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

They hit really hard; my cheek swelled up instantly.

"Stop talking."

The man gritted his teeth, his eyes reddening.

"I heard that a hunting competition has been added, and I spent 50 times the price to get front-row tickets from scalpers."

"I feel like I'm a complete and utter victim!"

In front of him, a retired veteran who was missing an arm suddenly stood up.

He stepped onto the seat, raised his only remaining left arm, turned around, and faced the dark mass of people behind him.

"Everyone, shout it with me!"

The veteran took a deep breath and shouted out four words with all his might.

"RNM! Refund!"

These four words acted like a fuse, instantly igniting the anger that 100,000 spectators had suppressed for a month.

"Refund! Refund!"

"RNM! Refund!"

One hundred thousand people roared in unison.

The sound waves rose up like a tsunami, one after another, crashing against the dome of the venue, causing the black screen hanging in mid-air to sway slightly.

Since the first day of the competition, students from various martial arts universities have been ambushed by foreign tribes. Subsequently, students from Cangyun Martial Arts University and Shangjing Martial Arts University, among others, have taken refuge in the resort.

The system intervened, forcibly blocking all the monitoring arrays that the Academic Union had placed on the students.

This resulted in the 100,000 spectators who came to the venue full of expectations completely losing sight of the battlefield for the next half month.

They could only sit in the stands like fools, staring blankly at the dark screen.

The combined resentment of 100,000 people, enough to sustain a multitude of ghosts, further diminished Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's hope of attaining Buddhahood.

"Refund what?! What good is a refund anyway!"

On the other side of the stands, a middle-aged female martial artist stood up and shouted in the direction of the podium.

"Stop talking!"

"Today is the end of the hunting competition! Let's see what kind of explanation the Academic Union can give today!"

"that is!"

The man in the baseball cap kicked over the chair in front of him and stepped into the aisle.

"They forcibly sent hundreds of elite students to their deaths in the B-level zone of the All-Heavens Battlefield!"

"The screen has been black for a month, and they haven't said a word!"

"We need an explanation today!"

"I want to see him alive or dead!"

The sentiment is indignant.

The gazes of 100,000 people, like sharp swords, were all directed at the empty stage at the front of the venue.

Right there in the electrifying audience.

In the second row of the VIP seating area, Zhou Bin sat quietly in the large leather seat.

He was wearing a well-tailored, bespoke suit and gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

His hands were folded on his knees, his posture relaxed, even somewhat comfortable.

As Zhou Bin listened to the deafening shouts of anger, a faint, cold smile appeared on his lips.

If we say, in the first few days of the competition.

When he saw Qinglan and Haichuan Martial Arts University students die tragically at the hands of the Thorn Feather Clan because their life-saving jade tokens failed.

There was still a trace of apprehension and panic in his heart.

After all, he secretly instructed someone to tamper with the jade tablets at Cangyun Martial Arts University, rendering them ineffective and turning them into a pile of waste powder.

But now.

More than half a month has passed.

He sat in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the angry audience, completely unconcerned, and even feeling a little amused.

Zhou Bin silently calculated in his mind.

"It was the higher-ups in your university association who insisted on changing the rules and choosing such a dangerous place as a Class B area for the competition."

"Is that better now?"

Zhou Bin picked up a cup of hot tea from the table next to him, blew on the floating tea leaves, and took a small sip.

"The alien races have come out in full force. The Thorn Feather Clan, the Bloodweb Spiders, the Fallen Knights..."

"With this kind of force, let alone students at the Thousand Jun Realm, even a team of martial artists at the peak of the Flying Heaven Realm would be devoured without leaving a trace."

Zhou Bin put down his teacup and tapped his fingers lightly on his knee.

For the past two weeks, he has used all the connections in the Zhou Clan Chamber of Commerce to inquire about the situation in the Battlefield of the Heavens.

The hunting competition had just begun when two hundred rescue teachers were trapped in Meteor Valley by the Mirage Clan.

Subsequently, Lord Wei Peng, the prefect of Shangjing Prefecture, personally descended and swiftly annihilated the Illusion Moon Mirage Clan, thus rescuing the rescue teachers.

and then?

Thinking of this, Zhou Bin's smile deepened.

Then, the two hundred rescue teachers at the Flying Realm level withdrew directly to the rear base camp!

What does withdrawing it signify?

Zhou Bin sneered inwardly.

What else does this prove?

This means there are no targets in the Class B area that require rescue!

They're all dead!

Not only the Cangyun Martial Arts University, which he had tampered with, but also those established and powerful academies, Qinglan and Wangchuan, and even the students of Shangjing Martial Arts University, the highest academy of humankind.

None of them survived; they all perished inside!

If everyone is dead, then there's no way to verify the story.

Who would bother to investigate whether a few broken jade plaques were actually invalid?

Under that level of alien encirclement, whether the jade tablet works or not, the result is the same.

"It's a pity that the Chamber of Commerce trained such a powerful warrior."

Zhou Bin stopped tapping his fingers and sighed softly.

The Zhou Clan Chamber of Commerce secretly invested a huge amount of resources in preparation for this competition, training more than a dozen students at the Thousand Jun Realm level and inserting them into the Nanjiang Martial Arts University team through various channels.

As a result, it all went down the drain.

If he had known it would end like this, he wouldn't have put in so much effort and wasted the Chamber of Commerce's resources.

However, on second thought...

Zhou Bin narrowed his eyes slightly, a glint of light flashing behind his glasses.

This might be an excellent opportunity!

A crazy plan gradually took shape in Zhou Bin's mind.

He observed that the emotions of the entire audience had reached a breaking point.

The university association's reputation plummeted and it completely lost the support of the people because of this major mistake.

"feasible!"

A glint of light flashed in Zhou Bin's eyes.

If someone could step forward at this time.

On behalf of these 100,000 angry citizens, they launched an attack on the federation.

That person will surely gain immeasurable prestige and public support!

This is the greatest asset!

In the next election, what will Liu Yunjin have to compete with me?