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

The holographic projection screen flickered twice in mid-air, and the huge gold-plated lettering froze.

Nanjiang Wu Dasheng!

A wave of cheers erupted from the circular stands, the shouts of 100,000 spectators echoing under the dome.

"Nanjiang Wuhan University, they've got something special this year!"

Inside the preparation area of ​​Cangyun Martial Arts University, Rong Jing stood with her arms crossed over her chest, leaning against the metal railing, her brows slightly furrowed.

Rong Jing stared at the students from Nanjiang Martial Arts University who were leaving the venue, her tone carrying a hint of scrutiny.

"Yangguan Martial Arts University is not weak; its strength is firmly in the middle of the twelve prefectures. How could Nanjiang Martial Arts University win?"

Today's match was extremely fast-paced.

Not long ago, the slightly chubby boy from Shangjing Martial Arts University defeated the previous champion, Qinglan Martial Arts University, in an extremely ferocious manner, overcoming fifty opponents in one fell swoop without any suspense.

Then, Nanjiang Martial Arts University, a team that usually hovered around the bottom few places like Cangyun Martial Arts University, surprisingly defeated Yangguan Martial Arts University.

Standing at the front of the group, Luo Yurou calmly looked towards the arena and nodded slightly.

"It seems that, in addition to the supplies provided by Vice President Zhou Bin, Nanjiang Wuhan University has also made ample preparations this year."

Luo Yurou's voice was soft, but it carried a unique composure.

Rong Jing straightened up and gently tapped her chin twice with her fingers.

Something's not right.

She then squinted, recalling the battle that had just taken place on the arena.

"Among the martial artists who just fought at Nanjiang Martial Arts University, almost all of them had reached the Thousand Jun Realm. This is very illogical."

She turned her head and looked at Luo Yurou.

"Everyone knows the strength of our twelve prefectures. Apart from a few powerful prefectures, it's hard for any martial arts university to be able to assemble a team of all members with the strength of a thousand jun."

Luo Yurou wholeheartedly agreed: "Yes. Look at the Xiling Martial Arts University that we defeated before. Only one of them, Qingshan, awakened the Rock Demon bloodline. The rest of them are basically at the level of a low-level Thousand Jun Realm cultivator with a high-level Rock Realm."

"The sheer number of top-tier students at Nanjiang Martial Arts University is astounding."

"Who cares!"

Beside him, Liu Bo slung the standard-issue long sword over his shoulder and paced back and forth.

It looks just like a husky that missed its walk and is anxiously pacing around in its cage.

"I don't care if they're on drugs or injected with adrenaline, if we're drawn against them tomorrow, just wait and see if I don't chop them up!"

Liu Bo grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

Luo Yurou smiled and shook her head at Liu Bo's impatient look.

"We'll find out tomorrow."

……

As night fell, in the office of the vice president of Cangyun Martial Arts University in Cangyun Prefecture, Zhou Bin was slumped in a large leather swivel chair, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"Tap, tap, tap."

A knock sounded on the door, and a woman in a uniform, who looked like a secretary, pushed the door open and walked in.

"President, we've found out."

The female secretary walked to the desk and handed Zhou Bin a thick stack of investigation documents with both hands.

Zhou Bin sat up straight, grabbed the documents, and began flipping through them quickly. The papers rustled loudly in the quiet office.

"This student named Rong Jing was previously an ordinary student at Cangyun Martial Arts University."

"When she participated in the special training course organized by the Lord of the Manor, she was only at the high-level Rock Realm."

The female secretary stood to the side, reporting to the leader in an extremely respectful tone.

Zhou Bin turned two pages, then abruptly stopped. He slammed the documents he was holding onto the rosewood table with all his might.

With a muffled "thud," several pages slipped and fluttered to the ground.

"So, you're trying to tell me that she just participated in some kind of special training, and her cultivation level skyrocketed from the Rock Realm to the Ninth Level of the Thousand Jun Realm?!"

Zhou Bin's voice suddenly rose, his tone filled with utterly absurd anger.

The female secretary trembled with fright and quickly lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Zhou Bin's eyes, which seemed to be spitting fire.

"President... that's indeed the case. Moreover, in this Youth Martial Arts Competition, Cangyun Martial Arts University has already made a strong run through two rounds."

The female secretary swallowed hard and continued speaking with renewed courage.

"If Cangyun Martial Arts University were to face Nanjiang Martial Arts University again and win another match... then we would be at a huge disadvantage."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Bin's chest heaved violently.

The female secretary's words struck his most sensitive nerve precisely.

"Those twenty promising young talents, secretly cultivated by the Chamber of Commerce, were originally intended to help you achieve political success after you became the principal."

The female secretary's voice trailed off, "Now, isn't this just giving the people of Nanjiang a free ride?"

At this point, Zhou Bin's face had turned as black as a three-day-old pig liver, with an extremely unsightly purplish-red hue.

He suddenly stood up and kicked over the leather chair next to him.

"Bang!"

The chair fell over, knocking over a valuable potted plant in the corner, scattering soil all over the floor.

"Who the hell knew the rules for this year's competition would suddenly change!"

Zhou Bin braced his hands on the edge of the desk, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

"Even a monster concentration camp like the Beijing Martial Arts University has come to join the fun!"

Zhou Bin felt that he had been having the worst luck lately, and his misfortune had reached its peak.

His original plan was perfect.

Liu Yunjin was seriously injured, so he naturally took over as acting principal.

Then, in conjunction with the elite martial artists secretly trained by the Zhou Clan Chamber of Commerce, they shone brightly in this Youth Martial Arts Competition and achieved outstanding results.

At that time, the word "acting" in his title of acting principal can be removed!

But now? Everything's completely in chaos!

That damn Heavenly Jar.

Inside the dark, broken pottery jar, the legendary Three Pure Ones Cloud Dragon Pill was surprisingly found!

This single pill directly healed Liu Yunjin's injuries to his soul's core.

His dream of becoming acting principal shattered on the spot.

That's utter nonsense!

Immediately afterwards, the federal government revised the competition rules overnight, and the Beijing Martial Arts University, for the first time ever, participated in the competition offline.

That's fine.

What he found most unacceptable, and even extremely terrifying, was...

The Cangyun Martial Arts University students are all mediocre and only ever rank among the bottom few.

He went out, and when he came back, a Thousand-Pound Nine-Heavy Realm appeared out of nowhere?

how many years?

In the Cangyun Martial Arts Academy, no one in their youth has ever reached the ninth level of the Thousand Jun realm before graduation!

"call--"

Zhou Bin gasped for breath, trying to calm the raging anger surging within him.

With a dark expression, he waved his hand impatiently, signaling the female secretary to get out.

The female secretary felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She quickly turned around and fled the office as if she were escaping, making sure to carefully close the door behind her.

A deathly silence returned to the office. Zhou Bin stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the night view of Cangyun Prefecture outside, his eyes growing colder.

He turned around, picked up a communication device from the large desk, and dialed an encrypted number.

The communication was connected, the light screen lit up, and the slightly plump face of the leader of the Nanjiang Wuhan University team appeared on the other end.

"Vice Principal Zhou, what brings you here so late?"

The Nanjiang team leader asked with a smile, clearly in a good mood after Nanjiang Wuda won the game today.

Zhou Bin wasn't in the mood for pleasantries and went straight to the point.

"I have only one request for tomorrow's game."

Zhou Bin gritted his teeth, his voice sounding like a cold wind blowing from an extremely cold ice cave.

"Give me a sound thrashing of Cangyun Martial Arts University!"

The team leader from Nanjiang on the other side of the screen was stunned for a moment, and then the smile on his face faded a bit.

"Vice Principal Zhou, you're being too hasty. In tomorrow's second round of drawing, our two families might not even be drawn together."

The team leader from Nanjiang shrugged helplessly, "The lottery machine is a special supply from the federal government; no one can rig it behind the scenes."

"I don't care whether I get it or not!" Zhou Bin interrupted him rudely, his eyes as fierce as a hungry wolf.

He has already placed a heavy bet on this game.

Not only did they lose a large amount of top-tier cultivation resources, but they also gambled away more than a decade of accumulated wealth from the Zhou Clan Chamber of Commerce.

He has no chance of stopping now.

Only if Cangyun Martial Arts University suffers a crushing defeat in front of 100,000 spectators can he seize the opportunity to criticize Liu Yunjin's poor teaching, thereby weakening Liu Yunjin's position within the academy.

"You'll remember you took my things!"

Zhou Bin's voice was extremely suppressed, "If you draw the Cangyun Martial Arts Tournament, you must kill them!"

Looking at Zhou Bin's somewhat manic appearance, the team leader from Nanjiang remained silent for two seconds before finally nodding.

"Alright, Vice Principal Zhou. Since you've said so, I promise."

Zhou Bin stared coldly at the screen, said no more, and hung up the communication.

Once again, only the faint hum of the air conditioner vents remained in the office.

Zhou Bin braced his hands against the glass window, looking at his distorted face reflected in the glass.

In a ring competition, there's a rule that you have to stop when you've made a move; even if you lose badly, you won't really be seriously injured.

"If the arena battles don't work out..."

Zhou Bin's eyes flashed with a fierce light, like a venomous snake.

"We can only try to find a solution in the upcoming inter-racial hunting competition on the battlefields of the heavens."