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

"Bullshit! Why should you go first!"

Liu Bo stared with bloodshot eyes, his left hand gripping the collar of the boy who tried to take his seat, while his right hand slammed the standard-issue long knife onto the alloy bench, making a loud clanging sound.

"I was trampled to death over eighty times by those rock-ridged porcupines in the Ten Thousand Races Chess and Card Room before I finally mastered this sword-drawing technique!"

"Don't force me to use it on you!"

Liu Bo's spittle was practically spraying onto the other person's face, and the veins on his neck were throbbing like little blue snakes.

"Wuhan University is right across the street!"

"Fifty people, all of them little Karami!"

Liu Bo's breathing became extremely heavy, and his eyes revealed the fervor of a wolf that had been starving for three days and three nights seeing fresh meat.

"This configuration, this combat power!"

"I just 1-for-50 in one go!"

"Do you even know what the significance of defeating fifty enemies in one go means? This is totally the script of a protagonist in a wish-fulfillment novel!"

"Don't anyone try to take this from me, I'm going to show off today!"

The boy whose collar was grabbed didn't back down either, grabbing Liu Bo's collar back and pulling him back forcefully.

"Get lost! You think you can be the male lead?"

"Who wouldn't want to bully someone as easy as Xiling Martial Arts University? We're all at the late stage of the Thousand Jun Realm, why should Liu Bo get all the limelight?"

"Let's line up and draw lots! If you're not happy, let's have a fight right here!"

The fifty people, except for Luo Yurou, were like a pack of mad dogs guarding their food, arguing fiercely over a starting spot.

For them.

Xiling Wuhan University?

That's not even a match.

That's called an experience pack.

A mobile ATM for honor.

Standing to the side, Luo Yurou looked at the group of classmates who were arguing so loudly that their faces were red and their necks were thick, and rubbed her temples helplessly.

She did not participate in the scramble.

Too bully.

She turned her head and looked at Rong Jing, who had remained silent.

"Aren't you going to try and grab a spot?"

Luo Yurou asked softly.

Rong Jing leaned against the railing of the preparation area, toying with the dark red whip in her hand.

The whip tip coiled and moved around her fingertips like a nimble venomous snake.

Upon hearing Luo Yurou's question, Rong Jing's lips curled up slightly, revealing an extremely shrewd, even somewhat cunning, smile.

"Rob?"

Rong Jing scoffed lightly, "Only children rely on yelling. Adults rely on their brains."

She slowly straightened up, reached out to tidy her high ponytail, and walked with extremely steady steps straight into the center of the argument.

"Shut up, all of you."

Rong Jing's voice wasn't loud, but the effect was excellent.

Liu Bo loosened the boy's collar, turned around, and looked at Rong Jing warily.

"Rong Jing, what do you want to do?"

Rong Jing did not answer Liu Bo's question. She smiled, flipped her left hand, and took out a very familiar-looking small notebook from her storage device.

Upon seeing the notebook, Liu Bo's eyelids twitched violently, and an extremely ominous premonition instantly enveloped his entire body.

Rong Jing opened the notebook and gently traced the lines of text with her finger.

"Liu Bo".

She raised her eyelids and looked at the other person calmly.

"Last Tuesday, on the battlefield of the heavens, you lost your left arm while drawing away three Nightshade Clan members. The 5,000 credits you needed to be saved at the Spring of Life were paid for by me."

Liu Bo's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his face stiffened slightly.

"That's because I used all my credits to buy teleportation scrolls!"

Rong Jing ignored him and turned her gaze to the boy who had just been arguing with Liu Bo.

"Zhao Feng. Four days ago, you played ten simulated battles in the Wanzu Chess and Card Room. The entrance fee of 1,000 credits for the last two games was also deducted from my Wanzu Bank account."

The boy named Zhao Feng instantly deflated like a punctured ball, losing all his momentum and silently lowering his head.

Rong Jing held her notebook and glanced at the faces of the boys who had just been clamoring for the starting lineup.

"Wang Qiang, you owe me eight hundred for the roll."

"Li Gang, you owe me 1,200 yuan."

"Zhang Yu, you borrowed two thousand yuan from me from the 'All Heavens Jar'..."

With each name called out, one person in the crowd lowered their head deeply.

The entire preparation area fell silent amidst Rong Jing's clear, crisp voice announcing the accounts.

During those three months at the resort, everyone relentlessly squeezed every last bit of credit points out of themselves in their quest to become stronger.

Rong Jing, with her extremely sharp eye and shrewd calculation skills, managed to become the number one little rich girl in the special training class, second only to Candice.

Almost half of the boys in the special training class owed her money.

Rong Jing closed the notebook and patted it lightly twice in her hand.

"Now, I'm giving you two choices."

She raised her head, a devilish smile curling at the corners of her lips.

"First, this starting spot is mine. As for the people whose names were just called, their debts are wiped clean."

"second……"

Rong Jing tapped her fingers lightly on the handle of the whip.

"Starting today, all outstanding debts will accrue interest daily at 10%. Once I return to the university, I will personally go to your dorms with this notebook to collect the debts."

Dead silence.

A few seconds later.

Liu Bo suddenly took a big step back, made an extremely exaggerated "please" gesture with his left hand, and bent his waist even more formally than the receptionist from Nanjiang Martial Arts University.

"Sister Jing! Please go ahead!"

Liu Bo's face was plastered with a fawning smile.

"What do you mean by starting lineup! Why would we roughnecks need to lift a finger to take on such an easy opponent?"

"Sister Jing, your whip technique is divine! One lash and those bunch of chickens and dogs from Xiling Martial Arts University would be reduced to ashes!"

Zhao Feng quickly echoed this.

"Yes, yes, yes! With Sister Jing on the scene, she's worth fifty men! We're cheering you on from the audience!"

Are you kidding me!

10% daily interest?

If they don't agree, they'll have to pawn their underwear to pay off their debts when they get back to the academy!

Rong Jing nodded in satisfaction.

She put the notebook back into the storage compartment.

He gripped the dark red whip in his right hand and flicked his wrist slightly.

"Snapped!"

A crisp blast of air exploded in the air.

Then, with long, slender legs, he stepped onto the metal steps at the edge of the arena, walking up step by step with remarkable composure.