Melee? Battle Royale!

Wuyi High School No. 1, cafeteria.

Four projection screens floated in the center of the cafeteria. Although they were not as detailed as the conference room, they still provided a clear view of the overall situation.

All second-year students had gathered here at this moment.

In the center of the platform, Li Qingshan and his group, surrounded by others, naturally attracted all eyes.

"I knew it, those guys from Wuyi were definitely going to pull some dirty tricks."

"Yesterday they talked all high and mighty, and today they launch a sneak attack right away without even pretending?"

"Which team got surrounded?"

"Must be the ones from Wuyuan, right? Only they are worth being targeted like this."

"No, wait, I've seen Lin Mengxiao from Wuyuan. She isn't this... flat?"

"Damn it, it's already come to this and you still have the mind to look at that! I know this team, they're from Luoying!"

"Luoying?"

Everyone looked at Zhong Xian and the others with doubt.

Zhong Xian had participated in the freshman New Talent Competition last year, so naturally everyone recognized them.

Yet they couldn't figure it out for the life of them—were the current Luoying freshmen really this strong? Were they worth Wuyi targeting like this?

Amidst numerous gazes filled with either confusion or sympathy,

Zhong Xian and her group wore calm expressions, utterly devoid of worry.

In a corner of the cafeteria, all the second-year students of Wuyi had gathered.

Everyone kept completely silent at the moment, terrified of drawing public outrage.

Yu Yuanjun, bruised and battered with his arm in a sling, hurried over to Fu Wu and blurted out impatiently,

"Cousin, is it all set? You absolutely can't let that Li Qingshan die too easily."

"All right, I've already notified Wang Jie." Fu Wu frowned and waved a