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

Xiao Qiong knew what Ling Shu was worried about.

He patted Ling Shu on the shoulder and took two steps forward.

He stopped chewing his bubble gum and his gaze swept over the fifty young faces, which were flushed and filled with a feverish fighting spirit.

satisfaction.

Very satisfied.

This is the spirit and energy that warriors of Cangyun Prefecture should possess.

Xiao Qiong's withered lips curved upwards.

"Do you want to win first place in this competition?"

Xiao Qiong's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"think!"

Liu Bo, with his neck stiffened, shouted in his hoarse voice, gripping the standard-issue long knife in his hand so tightly it creaked.

Xiao Qiong's smile deepened, but a subtle mischievous glint flashed in her eyes.

"Ambitious."

Xiao Qiong drawled out the last syllable and continued slowly and deliberately.

"However, I have to give you a heads-up beforehand."

"This year, besides facing established powerhouses like Qinglan, Wuyue, Wangchuan, and Songtao..."

Xiao Qiong paused, then her gaze suddenly sharpened.

"And then there's the Beijing Martial Arts University!"

Wuhan University in Beijing.

These four words, uttered lightly from Xiao Qiong's lips, landed like a bombshell in the very center of the courtyard.

With a loud "boom".

The fighting spirit that had been boiling over was instantly shattered.

The air in the courtyard seemed to have been instantly sucked out by a giant water pump.

Liu Bo's right arm, which was raised high in the air, suddenly froze, as if it had been frozen by an invisible block of ice.

His fist, which had been clenched tightly, loosened two fingers weakly, and the tip of the longsword drooped down half an inch uncontrollably.

Rong Jing's fanatical smile froze on her face, the muscles on her cheekbones twitched slightly, and the murderous light in her eyes quickly dissipated, replaced by emptiness.

No one speaks.

Even the heavy breathing that was originally present disappeared.

Only the rustling of leaves in the wind sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silent courtyard.

Beijing Wuhan University?

The entrance standard for that martial arts academy is the Thousand-Jun Realm, and it's full of monsters.

That prestigious university that has always been aloof and only attends as a referee and guest, and has never bothered to compete with them, mere mortals, for rankings?

After a brief silence, fifty pairs of bloodshot eyes, like rusty mechanical gears, turned stiffly and all turned to Ling Shu standing beside Xiao Qiong.

Their eyes held utter disbelief and a faint hint of pleading.

They begged Ling Shu to tell them that this was just a cruel joke played by the Lord of the Manor to temper their character.

Ling Shu was dressed in a black business suit, clutching the metal briefcase tightly in her hand.

Meeting those fifty gazes, Ling Shu felt as if her heart had been violently clenched.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then nodded with great difficulty and slowness.

Ling Shu's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"The federal government has issued the latest rules. This year, Beijing Martial Arts University will participate in all events of the competition."

The last glimmer of hope was shattered.

Ling Shu pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and glanced at the young faces that had just been clamoring for first place. A strong pang of sadness welled up in her nose.

What a pity.

They were really born at the wrong time!

Ling Shu sighed silently in her heart.

Although she had no idea what kind of inhuman torture these children had endured in this eerie resort over the past three months.

But the result is obvious.

Everyone is in the Thousand-Pound Realm!

There are even Luo Yurou, who is at the eighth or ninth level of the Thousand Jun Realm, and at the peak of the Thousand Jun Realm!

With this kind of strength and lineup, Cangyun Mansion would have been able to sweep the field and make a name for itself in any youth martial arts competition in the past ten years!

They could have used the geniuses of Qinglan Mansion and Wuyue Mansion to reclaim the lost glory of Cangyun Mansion with interest.

But it just so happens to be this year!

Unfortunately, they ran into the Beijing Martial Arts University, which is known as a "monster concentration camp," and they made an unprecedented appearance to participate in the competition!

Clang.

At the rear of the group, someone dropped their weapon on the bluestone slab.

The crisp metallic clanging sound was like a signal, instantly shattering the students' newly established defenses of confidence.

Self-doubt spread rapidly through the ranks like a plague.

"Are we...are we really going to compete against Beijing Martial Arts University?"

A boy standing in the second row swallowed hard, his voice trembling. He looked at his calloused hands, his eyes filled with confusion.

"That's the Beijing Martial Arts University..."

Liu Bo gave a wry smile, casually resting the long sword in his hand on the ground.

His previous heroic ambition to defeat alien races far above his level in the Wanzu Chess and Card Room has now vanished without a trace.

"I never dreamed that one day my name would be on the same battle list as the people from Beijing Martial Arts University."

"There's no way to fight this."

Rong Jing, standing next to her, was also deathly pale. She bit her lip so hard that a trace of blood seeped out.

"I've heard a rumor."

Rong Jing's voice was very low, but it was clearly heard by those around her in the deathly silent line.

"Three years ago, Qinglan Martial Arts University produced a golden generation that is rare in a century, and won first place in the competition with an absolute advantage."

"Their captain at the time was extremely arrogant and took the initiative to send a letter inviting Beijing Martial Arts University to conduct a so-called 'friendly sparring'."

The students around them instinctively perked up their ears and even slowed their breathing.

Rong Jing swallowed hard, a flicker of fear crossing her eyes.

"As a result... Beijing Martial Arts University didn't take it seriously at all and just sent a marginal student who was at the bottom of the class."

"That student didn't even draw his weapon; he single-handedly took on fifty opponents!"

"In less than ten minutes, all fifty of Qinglan Martial Arts University's key players from that year were carried into the intensive care unit, where they lay for a full two weeks!"

"hiss--"

Gasps of shock rippled through the ranks.

The golden generation of Qinglan Martial Arts University, fifty people, were wiped out by a bottom-ranked student from Shangjing Martial Arts University with his bare hands.

This is the Beijing Martial Arts University!

In the hearts of these ordinary Wuhan University students, this school has always been a sacred and inviolable hall, high in the clouds.

Even a random sweeper from among them would probably be a genius who commands respect in the outside world.

Now, this group of "crash course" students who barely managed to climb to the Thousand Jun Realm with the help of the resort's cheat codes are about to go and fight against this unreasonable monster.

"There's no hope."

Liu Bo closed his eyes and shook his head.

A sense of despair, like an invisible net, tightly enveloped these fifty students.

The momentum they had just been so determined to take first place has now been completely crushed.

Just when the team's atmosphere was about to reach rock bottom.

Luo Yurou, who was standing at the front of the line, slowly turned around.

She was wearing a specially made, fiery red combat suit, the hem of which fluttered gently in the breeze.

She didn't say anything, but just quietly looked at the dejected classmates behind her.

Then, Luo Yurou's eyes curved slightly, and the corners of her lips curved upwards into an extremely bright arc.

She smiled.

That smile is like a gentle spring breeze.

"What are you afraid of?"

Luo Yurou's voice was light and clear, like a cool breeze that instantly dispelled the oppressive and suffocating atmosphere in the group.

Everyone looked up at the same time, staring blankly at her.

"What's wrong with the Beijing Martial Arts University? And what's wrong with the monster concentration camp?"

Luo Yurou took a step forward, looking directly at Liu Bo and Rong Jing.

"Three months ago, before we even set foot in this resort."

"Ask yourselves honestly, have you ever imagined yourself standing here, ready to take first place in the competition?"

Liu Bo was stunned, his mouth slightly open.

Three months ago?

Three months ago, when they heard they were coming to the Battlefield of the Heavens, they almost wrote their wills on the spot. Forget about winning first place; just being able to return alive would be a blessing from their ancestors.

Seeing the changes in everyone's expressions, Luo Yurou's smile widened.

Luo Yurou spread her hands, her tone revealing an extremely carefree and roguish air.

"Let's take a step back and say..."

"Even if we lose, even if we lose to the strongest martial arts school in the entire human race, Shangjing Martial Arts University, will we be ashamed?"

Is it shameful?

This question lingers in everyone's mind.

It's not shameful at all!

That's the Beijing Martial Arts University! Losing to them is only natural and expected!

Let alone Cangyun Prefecture, even if Qinglan Prefecture lost to Shangjing, there wouldn't be a single laugh from the outside world.

"But what if..."

Luo Yurou's voice suddenly lowered a few decibels, and a cunning glint flashed in her eyes.

"But what if we win?"

win?

Did they beat Beijing Wuda?

The combination of these two words is like forcibly implanting an extremely crazy piece of code into your brain.

Liu Bo's eyes widened suddenly, and deep within his pupils, a flame called "madness" reignited.

Rong Jing loosened her tightly clenched lower lip, glanced at her classmates beside her, and her breathing became rapid again.

The worries, fears, and self-doubts in everyone's eyes melted away quickly like snow under the scorching sun in the face of Luo Yurou's casual "what if".

Yes!

What are they afraid of?!

They were originally the worst martial arts school in the entire human race, Cangyun Martial Arts School!

As the saying goes, those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose!

They lost, which, in everyone's eyes, was the perfectly normal script. They felt no psychological pressure whatsoever.

But what if they win?

If these students from Cangyun Prefecture, who were once considered trash, were to crush those arrogant and monstrous geniuses from Shangjing Martial Arts University on the arena...

"Holy crap..."

Liu Bo couldn't hold back and blurted out a curse.

He slapped his thighs hard with both hands, almost jumping up in excitement, his face contorted into an extremely morbid frenzy.

"If we really win, those arrogant bastards from the Capital Martial Arts University will be utterly humiliated!!!"

"yes!"

"Take down Beijing Martial Arts University!"

"Let them taste what it's like to be trampled underfoot by bottom-tier universities!"

The fifty students erupted in cheers once again.

This time, the uproar was purer and more unrestrained than before.

The fear in their eyes was completely replaced by a perverse sense of humor and madness—a desire to see the big shot fall from grace.

Ling Shu stood aside, completely dumbfounded as she watched the group of students who had instantly recovered from despair and even fallen into a kind of inexplicable excitement.

"What, you think it's impossible?"

Xiao Qiong asked with a smile.

"Is that even possible?"

Xiao Qiong spat out her bubble gum, her expression unusually serious.

"Three months ago, would you have thought they had defeated Qinglan and Wuyue?"