Weidao Expedition

The sun moved directly overhead, bringing the temperature to its hottest point of the day.

Weidao High School.

From the morning onwards, the entire island of Weidao was shrouded in low pressure.

The students from Ojima emerged from the classrooms in small groups, their expressions varying—some solemn, others excited.

Without exception, every student from Ojima gave the impression of a bull with red eyes, locked in a cage, just waiting for the cage to open so it could explode.

A student with the title "Mischievous and Clever" above his head walked out of the Teaching Building, looked around, and whispered to his classmate who also had the title, "There's no escaping it."

Changhu happened to come out at that moment. He turned around and looked up at the Teaching Building.

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with several striped tattoos on his temples approached Changhu. He pulled a cigarette case from his pocket. "Want one?"

This person, bearing the title "Crimson Overlord," was clearly also a deathmatch fighter.

Changhu turned his head, raised his hand, and opened the cigarette pack handed to him. "Don't give things to strangers."

"Don't be so wary. Now that we're all enrolled, we deathmatchers are practically alumni."

Although Changhu didn't give him any face, Huangfu Zhuo didn't mind. He slowly shook out a cigarette from the cigarette box, put it in his mouth, took out a lighter, lit it, took a deep drag, and exhaled a smoke ring.

After thoroughly enjoying the nicotine, he slowly asked, "I came here just to ask, you knew that guy from yesterday, right?"

"So what if it is?" Changhu glanced at him sideways.

"I just want to find out some information about that person. After all, I've never seen someone with such an outrageous title before. To be on the safe side, I need to find out about that person's personality first."

Huangfu Zhuo shrugged. "If I'm not mistaken, you should have been killed by him in one of the Deathmatch Showdown?"

Upon hearing this, Changhu didn't hesitate and threw a punch backhand.

Huangfu Zhuo narrowed his eyes and turned his head away just as the fist was about to hit his face.

The fist swung just barely past his nose, knocking the cigarette out of his mouth.

Huangfu Zhuo shook a brand new cigarette out of the pack, held it between his teeth, and said with a slightly mocking tone, "Tsk tsk tsk, so hot-tempered, looks like you've suffered a lot."

Changhu seemed to have thought of something, and after a moment of silence, he began to recount the information about Lu Bai in detail.

"... In short, that person is dangerous; don't be fooled by his appearance."

After listening quietly to Changhu's description, Huangfu Zhuo remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he couldn't help but feel a little horrified.

The situation described by Changhu is so exaggerated that it's hard to believe it's real.

"So, that person retained at least two abilities, right?"

Huangfu Zhuo lit the cigarette in his mouth, smacked his lips, and said, "Judging from this, could that person be the Clever Mephisto?"

What are you two talking about?

Two more students from Ojima, each with a title on their head, walked over together.

Huangfu Zhuo returned a formulaic smile.

"Oh, it's nothing, let's hurry to the playground..."

It's hard to find a clean place at Weidao High School. The playground is covered with Shatter Stone, and if you're not careful, you'll hear the sound of your shoes rubbing against the stones.

The playground was teeming with people, a dense, dark mass of students all wearing the Ojima school uniform.

A rough estimate suggests there must be at least several thousand people.

The students weren't standing in perfect order, but they weren't making any noise.

Even when people were talking about it, they kept their voices very low.

On the dilapidated platform stood several figures, with Simba, naturally the current apex of Weidao High School, standing in the main seat.

Seeing that most of the people had arrived, Simba stepped forward and raised his hand to press down.

Soon, the entire playground fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Simba wasn't arrogant because of his strong control over Weidao High School; or rather, he had become accustomed to this respect.

His gaze swept across the entire playground, and he casually remarked, "Looks like everyone's getting a little impatient."

With the support of Grandmaster- level Internal Energy, his voice carried to every corner of the training ground.

"I believe everyone knows what we're going to do today, so I won't go into too much detail. What I want to tell you is that Ojima is not afraid of any challenge!"

"Chikan Bay wants war, then we'll give them war!"

"During war, no matter which faction you're on, infighting is strictly prohibited! All of you must focus your energy on the battlefield!"

"Ojima is invincible!"

As Simba finished his resounding pre-battle declaration, the entire playground erupted in cheers.

A large number of Ojima students excitedly waved their arms, repeatedly chanting phrases like "Ojima is invincible" and "Long live Ojima."

Simba watched with satisfaction as the crowd surged with excitement on the playground, without uttering a sound to interrupt.

After waiting for the students to have vented their frustrations, he added, "Let's go!"

He stomped his foot heavily, leaping into the air to a height of over a hundred meters, before landing powerfully at the school gate in a parabolic trajectory.

The leaders of various factions who had originally stood on the platform followed closely behind. Their performances were not as exaggerated as Simba's, but they were still basically inhuman.

After these leaders took their actions, it was the turn of the eager students on the playground.

Numerous titles floated among these students; you could see dozens of titles moving around in any direction you chose.

It's no exaggeration to say that at least 70% of the fighters in this round are from Weidao High School.

"Based on my understanding of this Deathmatch Arena over this period of time, Chikan Bay's overall strength is not weak. It's just that the chaotic situation over the years has allowed any city power to take a beating on Chikan Bay."

Huangfu Zhuo explained the situation to Changhu in a very natural way.

I don't want to know.

Changhu scoffed and said, "Anyway, we're just going to be cannon fodder. At this level of combat, it's too early for deathmatch fighters to even get a seat."

"That's true... It's a pity. If we had a few more months, and most of the deathmatchers had crossed the threshold of martial arts, then we deathmatchers would probably be able to exert some influence on the situation."

Huangfu Zhuo let out a long sigh.

This round of Deathmatch Showdown wasn't going too well for most of the fighters.

Starting with a white-tier Ability Pool, coupled with a training system that takes a long time to develop combat power, it's destined that the Deathmatchers will find it difficult to make any waves at the beginning.

This is why so many deathmatchers gathered in the same school could still barely maintain restraint.

"It's better not to think too much than to think too much."

Another fighter waved his hand. "We should be thinking about how to perform better later. The commanders have all promised that there will be rewards after the battle, and I heard that there are quite a few Body Tempering Method among the rewards."