An Entry Trial? Slaughtering Our Way Through a Clan!

Four swords felled four School Directors.

Only the last one remained.

Bai Zhenzhen sighed. "Too weak."

She looked at the fifth. "What about you? Will you do it yourself, or shall I?"

"Don't be so arrogant!" The fifth School Director flew into a rage. "You think you're so impressive?"

"Die!"

He deployed his Fahai, a special kind of "magic treasure," like an "exoskeleton" or a suit of "battle armor," gleaming brilliantly as he charged Bai Zhenzhen.

Bai Zhenzhen frowned slightly.

"Void Break!"

Sword One and Sword Two merged as one.

Rip!

One slash fell, and the Fahai shattered. A sword wound ran across the School Director's chest, stretching from his left shoulder all the way to his right abdomen... deep enough to expose bone, his intestines spilling all over the ground!

Then he, too, lay down.

He wasn't dead.

And he could still move.

But at a time like this, if he didn't play dead, what the hell else was he supposed to do?

It wasn't like he could keep fighting her, was it?

She shattered my Fahai with one slash, for fuck's sake!!!

What kind of monster is this?!

Even military-grade sword techniques probably couldn't compare to this, could they?

Where the hell did a poor girl like her learn something like that?

And that Zhang Yu.

Didn't they say his scores had declined in the last monthly exam, that his grades had obviously fallen? This is what you call an obvious decline? Decline my ass!

He immediately played dead.

He had already done more than enough. The rest had nothing to do with him—he would just treat it as spending money to avert disaster.

Ummmm...

Over here, injuries that weren't fatal really did count as spending money to avert disaster.

As long as one had money, they could