"I lost? I actually lost to the Old Martial Arts Faction!"
Xu Dong took off his helmet, his face deathly pale. It wasn't just the shock of being decapitated that had rattled him. It was also the fact that he'd lost to a rookie from the Old Martial Arts Faction he looked down on.
His Anti-Strike Armor Body, which he'd been so proud of and which was supposed to be impervious to blades and bullets, hadn't even stopped the other guy's hand strike.
"From now on, I'll be just like Luo Wenbin, disgraced as a laughingstock in Qiguang Hengda University's Martial Arts Department..."
Xu Dong thought about the dark hell that awaited him at university: being treated as a laughingstock, having to bring food for his roommates without question, permanently losing the right to be called "Dad," and never having a say in who he could date.
His vision nearly went black, and he almost toppled over.
"The Martial Arts Department at Qiguang Hengda University will have stories about two stray dogs from the roadside—me and Luo Wenbin... Wait, Luo Wenbin!"
Xu Dong suddenly clutched at a lifeline. He put his helmet back on and made a call.
"Brother Bin, are you there?"
As he tapped away, Luo Wenbin posted on the forum with an alt account: "Shocking! Second-year Military Martial Arts Flow student Xu Dong suffers ultimate humiliation!" Then he drawled,
"What is it, Xiao Dong?"
Hearing that form of address, Xu Dong clenched his fists, but kept his tone meek.
"Brother Bin, could you keep what happened today under wraps for me?"
Luo Wenbin couldn't suppress his grin. He uploaded the screen recording, then finally replied,
"Xiao Dong, don't be naive. How many people keep their eyes on the Old Martial Arts Faction's results every day? When a