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

Zhou Bin finished speaking.

The 100,000 spectators looked at each other in bewilderment, and the angry outcry paused briefly.

"I...I think I understand Zhou Bin a little better now."

In the front row of the stands, a young martial artist wearing a jacket lowered his voice and frowned.

"Put yourself in their shoes. They've worked hard at the university for decades. Even if they haven't achieved great things, they've certainly put in a lot of effort."

"Just when you're about to take over the job, a new boss suddenly pops up. Who could stand that?"

The man in the short shirt next to him also hesitated. He scratched his head and grasped another key point in Zhou Bin's words.

"No, what did he just say?"

The man pointed at the arena, his voice full of doubt.

What does it mean to use students as bait?

"Could it be...?"

The man in the baseball cap gasped, his face changing color.

"Could it be that the hunting competition, which was specially added to this grand competition, was a scheme planned by the higher-ups of the Academic Association from the very beginning?"

"No wonder!"

"No wonder they set the competition area in the perilous Rank B zone of the Heavenly Battlefield!"

"Was the blackout of the surveillance array also part of the design?"

"But, using over five hundred of the most promising talents from various prefectures as bait? If it's bait, shouldn't we try to catch something?"

"What exactly are they trying to do? The price they're paying is way too high!"

Questions, doubts, and even dissatisfaction with the university's leadership began to spread in the stands, converging into a buzzing sound.

On the arena.

Xiao Qiong heard every word of the audience's questions and discussions.

He turned around, his back to Zhou Bin, and looked up at the excited audience in the stands, their expressions varied.

The Yuan energy within Xiao Qiong's body began to surge uncontrollably, and a furious light flashed wildly in his eyes.

"Don't you guys think what he said makes a lot of sense?"

Xiao Qiong spoke up.

His voice wasn't deliberately raised, but it carried the powerful Yuan energy of a peak-level Dao Fusion Realm cultivator, instantly drowning out the discussions of 100,000 people.

Xiao Qiong suddenly turned around and strode up to Zhou Bin.

"Bang!"

Xiao Qiong stepped on the floor in front of Zhou Bin, and the hard obsidian slab instantly cracked open.

"Any military achievements?"

Xiao Qiong gritted her teeth and repeated Zhou Bin's words slowly and deliberately.

His gaze swept over the 100,000 audience members, and his voice boomed like thunder.

"Have you all forgotten the bloody battle of Liyue City ten years ago?!"

Bloodbath at Liyue City?

Upon hearing these five words, the retired veterans in the stands trembled and suddenly stood up straight.

That was a brutal siege by an alien race that took place ten years ago.

"Have you all forgotten who stood guard at the very front of the south gate of Liyue City all by themselves?!"

Xiao Qiong's eyes reddened, and she spoke faster and faster.

"An alien army is pressing in! More than twenty blood-scaled behemoths at the Ninth Heaven Realm are leading the charge!"

"Who is it, clad in tattered armor, wielding a dulled sword, standing firm against the odds, guarding the city gates?!"

"Five days and five nights straight! Not a drop of water, not a moment's rest!"

"When your Yuan Power is exhausted, burn your Qi and Blood! When your Qi and Blood are depleted, burn your Divine Soul!"

Xiao Qiong's voice echoed in the hall, carrying a suffocatingly tragic atmosphere.

"He used his last ounce of strength to slay the alien race from the Nine Heavens Realm! He managed to hold off the alien army for five days, protecting the 800,000 civilians behind him, and ensuring their safe transfer to the rear camp!"

Xiao Qiong took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"That person is the principal he mentioned, the one who was parachuted in after only achieving some military merit!"

"Liu Yunjin!"

The stands were completely silent.

The young martial artist who had just said he understood Zhou Bin now blushed, lowered his head deeply, and wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

The retired veteran raised his only remaining left arm and gave a deep military salute to the empty air.

Tears streamed down his wrinkled face.

"besides."

Xiao Qiong sneered and turned her gaze back to Zhou Bin.

"You said you've worked diligently at Wuhan University for decades?"

Xiao Qiong took a step forward, and Zhou Bin shrank back in fright.

"Isn't this what you, as the vice principal, should be doing?!"

"Has Cangyun Martial Arts University ever shortchanged you by a single penny in salary? Has it ever deprived you of a single penny in bonuses?!"

Xiao Qiong raised her right hand and wiped it on the storage artifact.

A file appeared out of nowhere.

With a flick of his wrist, he slammed the file hard into Zhou Bin's face, scattering it all over the floor.

"Whether you've been diligent or not, I don't know. But the enforcement team has thoroughly investigated you over the past two weeks!"

Xiao Qiong's voice was icy cold.

"Your Zhou Clan Chamber of Commerce was nothing more than a second-rate chamber of commerce before you became the Minister of Logistics of Cangyun Martial Arts University."

"Right after you took over, the Zhou Clan Chamber of Commerce began its frenzied expansion!"

"They took advantage of Wuhan University's purchasing power to collect kickbacks and delay payments."

"When you encounter scarce cultivation resources, use your authority to withhold them and resell them at high prices through your merchant guild!"

"Cangyun Prefecture originally had six large merchant guilds. In just thirty years, you suppressed and marginalized them. Now, only your Zhou Clan Merchant Guild remains dominant in the entire Cangyun Prefecture!"

Xiao Qiong stretched out her foot and kicked the files on the ground.

"You dare say that your immense wealth is unrelated to your position as the vice-principal of Cangyun Martial Arts University?!"

Zhou Bin's face was deathly pale, his lips trembled violently, and large drops of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

"You hide in the safest place in the university, sitting in a spacious office, drinking fine tea, scheming how to make money off the students."

Xiao Qiong looked down at him.

"And what about Principal Liu Yunjin?"

"Before taking office, he was always on the front lines of the battlefield! Every day he crawled through piles of corpses, every day he fought desperately against the alien races!"

Xiao Qiong suddenly turned around, raised her head, and looked at the 100,000 spectators in the stands.

"Do you know why the positions of principal of all the martial arts academies in the twelve human prefectures are held by heroes who have returned from the battlefield?!"

"Why not let those who handle internal affairs, management, and logistics be in charge?!"

Xiao Qiong clenched her fists and pounded them heavily on her chest.

"Because the position of principal has never simply represented power, status, and resource allocation!"

"The president of Wuhan University is a banner!"

"He is the highest example set by the human race's leadership for countless passionate young people!"

Xiao Qiong pointed to the more than 500 students lined up on the arena.

"These children are the future of humanity. They enter the Martial Arts University to learn the art of killing and hone their skills in life-or-death combat!"

"When the defenses of the battlefield across the heavens are torn apart, when the alien army besieges the city, when everyone faces death!"

Xiao Qiong roared, her voice hoarse.

"Principal, he must be the first to draw his sword and face the enemy! He must be the one who stands at the forefront, shedding his last drop of blood!"

"Only in this way will the thousands of students behind him dare to charge into battle with him! Only then will they dare to follow him to their deaths!"

Xiao Qiong suddenly turned her head and stared intently at Zhou Bin.

"You're a businessman who only knows how to calculate profits and whose eyes are only on credit points."

"When the alien race attacks, will you dare to draw your sword?! Can you do it?!"

Zhou Bin slumped to the ground, his eyes unfocused, like a lump of mud, unable to utter a single word in rebuttal.

"As for the bait you mentioned..."

Xiao Qiong withdrew her hand, her chest heaving violently, and did not continue speaking.

He looked down at Wei Peng and the others in mid-air and sighed softly.