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

"Let me speak."

Wei Peng put his hands behind his back and took a step forward into the void.

He walked down from mid-air, his toes touching the floor of the ring.

"Aren't the students' lives important?"

Wei Peng looked down at Zhou Bin, his silver-white hair fluttering slightly in the wind.

"Do you think we don't know how dangerous Class B areas are?"

Then, he turned to look at the sea of ​​faces in the audience.

"Do you really think we'd just stand by and watch these five hundred elite troops from various prefectures go to their deaths?"

Wei Peng said coldly.

"Principal Yun Shixian has made thorough preparations to ensure the safety of these students!"

"He personally selected the most experienced Flying Realm instructors, led by three captains at the peak of the Nine Heavens Realm, to form a rescue team and secretly provide escort!"

Wei Peng's gaze grew increasingly stern.

"On the day of the sudden change in the competition, Principal Yun Shixian personally went to the battlefield and fought thousands of rounds with the Demon King of the Abyss."

Wei Peng's words struck everyone like a heavy hammer blow.

It turns out that so much has happened in the past month.

Wei Peng turned around.

He faced the more than 500 students from Wuhan University lined up on the arena.

These students had just gone through nearly a month of life-or-death struggle.

Their faces still bore the traces of childhood innocence, but their eyes held a sharp, murderous aura forged in blood and fire.

Wei Peng pointed at them.

"You ask me, when we use them as bait, are their lives or deaths important?"

"Let them tell you themselves!"

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

As Wei Peng finished speaking...

On the arena.

More than 500 elite students from various martial arts universities performed their movements in perfect unison.

Li Lan gripped the broad, heavy black iron sword tightly.

The water droplets around Wei Xiaoran froze into ice crystals.

Luo Yurou's body surged with Yuan Power, and flames rose.

Rong Jing untied the dark red whip.

Liu Bo is holding a long knife.

Fan Rui drew his longsword.

Qingshan raised his fists.

More than 500 weapons were drawn simultaneously.

The crisp sound of metal rubbing together coalesced into a torrent of metal, tearing through the air above the venue.

Five hundred outstanding talents stood tall.

They wore tattered combat suits, but their resolve was as firm as iron as they stared into the void ahead.

Five hundred people opened their mouths at the same time.

Blood and qi surged, and vital energy surged.

"Fight for humanity!"

"Expel the foreign race!"

"To die without regret!!!"

A few words.

It was shouted from the mouths of five hundred young people.

His roar was like thunder, his aura reaching the heavens!

There was no complaint about being used as bait, no fear of death in that voice.

Only unwavering determination and an iron will can achieve this.

The sound waves echoed wildly under the huge dome of the main venue, making the eardrums of 100,000 spectators in the stands buzz.

After a brief silence.

In the stands, the man in the baseball cap suddenly stood up, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "Good!"

The man in the short shirt wiped away his tears and clapped his hands vigorously.

The 100,000 spectators were completely moved by the tragic yet passionate atmosphere.

They all stood up, looking at the five hundred slender yet upright figures on the stage, their eyes filled with awe and tears.

Thunderous applause erupted.

Wei Peng turned his head and looked at Zhou Bin, who was slumped on the ground, his face ashen.

"See that?"

Wei Peng's voice was resounding, like the clash of metal and stone.

"This is what a true martial artist is!"

"This is what a martial artist, who enjoys the offerings of billions of ordinary people and the preferential treatment of resources, should truly be doing!"

Wei Peng pointed to the five hundred students, then to himself and Xiao Qiong beside him.

"If one day, someone needs to stand up to fill the cracks in the abyss and completely eliminate the scourge of alien races."

"I am Wei Peng, the head of Xiao Qiong Prefecture, Principal Yun Shixian, and President Li Shanshan!"

"And every warrior standing here, whose blood flows with the passion of humanity!"

Wei Peng's words were firm and resounding.

"We are all willing to be this bait! Even if we are shattered to pieces, we will never back down an inch!"

Wei Peng suddenly took a step forward and squatted down.

His deep eyes stared intently into Zhou Bin's evasive and flustered gaze.

"You keep saying that you are not a traitor."

Wei Peng said coldly, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Do you really think that just because you verbally rejected Shadowghost's offer, this matter is over?"

"Does that give you the peace of mind to proclaim your innocence?"

"Have you ever used your money-grubbing brain to think about this?"

Wei Peng extended a finger and tapped it on Zhou Bin's chest.

"The Shadow Wraiths are inherently suspicious and extremely cunning. When they infiltrate human defenses, they always target only the safest pieces."

"Why didn't they go to someone else? Why did they have to come to you?!"

Zhou Bin shuddered, his pupils contracting violently.

"It's your selfishness! Your extreme thirst for power and your deep-seated jealousy of Liu Yunjin have blinded you!"

"To make you exude an aura of vulnerability and exploitability!"

Wei Peng stood up and questioned him sharply from his superior position.

"You say you're not a traitor? Then let me ask you!"

"The alien race has infiltrated the human race's rear, and has even made contact with someone of your rank, the vice-principal of Martial Arts University. Such significant military intelligence!"

Wei Peng suddenly raised his voice.

"Why didn't you report it?!"

Zhou Bin opened his lips and made a meaningless "ah," but couldn't utter a single word.

"Not going to say anything?"

Wei Peng sneered, "Is it because you're too scared?!"

"Are you afraid that if you report this to the enforcement team, the Federation will thoroughly investigate your Zhou Family Chamber of Commerce!"

"You're afraid that all your shady dealings—kickbacks, falsified accounts, abuse of power—will be exposed!"

"You chose to conceal this in order not to affect your Zhou Family Chamber of Commerce's business!"

Wei Peng pointed his finger at Zhou Bin's nose, his gaze sharp as a knife, and slashed down fiercely.

"I'll tell you!"

"There aren't that many coincidences in this world!"

"That was precisely when you concealed the truth, thinking yourself clever."

Wei Peng gritted his teeth and peeled back the cruel truth bit by bit, throwing it in front of Zhou Bin.

"Several teachers in charge of the rescue team prepared extra high-level elixirs to ensure the safety of these children."

"They just happened to go to your Zhou Family Chamber of Commerce."

"And at that time, the Shadow Spy, who had been lurking in the shadows, keeping a close eye on you, followed your lead and discovered the whereabouts of those teachers!"

Wei Peng's voice was like a death knell.

"They followed the clues and found out about Meteor Valley!"

"That led to the later incident where the Phantom Moon Mirage Clan mobilized and trapped all the teachers in charge of the rescue."

Wei Peng's words struck Zhou Bin like a series of thunderbolts.

Zhou Bin's eyes instantly lost all their luster, and he collapsed to the ground, as if his bones had been removed.

"Qinglan Martial Arts University, Chen Tiantian."

"Yangguan Martial Arts University, Sun Hao."

"Pingning Martial Arts University, Zhang Yu."

Wei Peng read out the names of the deceased students, one word at a time, his voice booming.

"The deaths of these thirty-two students."

Wei Peng stretched out his foot and kicked Zhou Bin to the ground, his roar echoing throughout the arena.

"Their deaths were all caused by your own selfish desires!!!"