Return My Purity, Eleventh High School

He sprinted all the way.

Wang Hao quickly returned to his home.

The moment he stepped inside, he couldn't wait to take out the Invisibility Cloak and examine it. But after looking it over, Wang Hao was deeply disappointed—this Invisibility Cloak was only a Level 1 tech item, at most capable of fooling those at the Martial Disciple level. It was basically impossible to deceive a Martial Master.

As for that dagger, it was also a low-grade alloy weapon, with damage capped at Level 1, only effective against Martial Disciples.

"Forget it. Having something is better than nothing. Why be picky?" Wang Hao consoled himself, then put the Invisibility Cloak vest on under his clothes.

"Right, after killing that guy earlier, it seems I got some Villain Points." Wang Hao called up the system and saw that he still had 11,400 Villain Points.

"What should I buy?" Wang Hao scratched his chin and flipped through the system's exchange page, but unfortunately, everything was so expensive.

"System suggests that as the host's equipment grows, the host may consider unlocking the System Backpack."

"System Backpack?" Wang Hao asked in confusion.

The next second, information about the System Backpack appeared before him.

System Backpack: The system's built-in storage space. Advantage: no matter how large the item, it can be placed into the backpack. Disadvantage: each storage slot can only hold one item (Note: stackable).

Exchange price: 10,000 Villain Points per storage slot.

"Isn't this just the backpack from games?" Wang Hao chuckled. This system was really stingy—it wouldn't even give him a backpack for free.

Still, Wang Hao directly exchanged for one storage slot and put the dagger into the System Backpack.

"Points are used up. Time to sleep." Wang Hao glanced at the remaining 1,400 points, stretched, and climbed into bed. Early to bed, early to rise—there was still a match tomorrow.

The next day, Eleventh High School.

The Top Four Competition hadn't started yet, but the sports field was already surrounded by a crowd of students.

"This Top Four Competition is really unexpected."

"No kidding. Wang Hao actually made it into the top four with his Martial Disciple Level 6 cultivation."

"Who would've thought that Lin Tingbai and Zhao Xunwen would lose so miserably to Wang Hao?"

"Zhao Xunwen was really pitiful. He hadn't even started the match before Wang Hao schemed against him."

"The worst part is the result. They actually let Wang Hao into the top four. This is blatant rigging."

"Actually, Zhao Xunwen isn't the worst off. Lin Tingbai is the real tragedy. I heard the Gao Family pressured the Lin Family, and the Lin Family has already agreed to the marriage."

"No way?! How could the Lin Family agree?!"

"Lin Tingbai's father, Lin Yang, is an ambitious man. If this hadn't happened, he might not have agreed. But since it did, and it lets him latch onto the Gao Family, why wouldn't he agree?"

"But even a vicious tiger won't eat its own cubs. How could he do that?!"

"In the eyes of ambitious people like him, only profit is eternal. As for women, do they lack them?"

"Sigh, how pitiful!"

"Whether Lin Tingbai is pitiful or not, all of this is that scumbag Wang Hao's fault."

"That's right. Everyone, shout with me: Down with the scumbag Wang Hao! Impeach the pervert principal! Give us back our pure Eleventh High School!"

"Down with the scumbag Wang Hao! Impeach the pervert principal! Give us back our pure Eleventh High School!"

"Down with the scumbag Wang Hao! Impeach the pervert principal! Give us back our pure Eleventh High School!"

"..."

In the VIP area.

Principal Zhong Li's face was deathly dark. He swore that he would make sure that student leading the chants never graduated.

At the same time, Principal Zhong Li wished he could strangle that little bastard Wang Hao. He was just too damn shameless.

His combat power was clearly terrifying—crossing levels to fight was as easy as drinking water—yet when it came to the arena matches, he refused to fight properly. He had to pull all those petty tricks, turning himself into a pariah and dragging him down too.

"Haha!!"

Su Mu stroked his beard and laughed heartily. He was very satisfied with Wang Hao's performance. Deliberately acting cheap without showing his full strength—that was definitely playing the pig to eat the tiger. He knew how to bide his time and could achieve great things.

And when faced with the DY Terrorist Organization's temptation, he didn't give them any face at all, even treating them like an ATM.

Truly, he was cheap without being brainless, pragmatic without showing off, and knew to Take Action When It's Time to Act. Excellent!

He was far, far better than his pedantic father. If full marks were one hundred, then Wang Hao had already reached ninety-nine points in his mind. The remaining one point was just in case Wang Hao got too cocky.

On the arena.

Wang Hao's eyes flashed with intense light, like an X-ray laser scanner, sizing up his opponent from head to toe.

Her name was Le Xuan, the Sexy Goddess of Eleventh High School. She wore a sexy pair of shorts on her lower body, her fair, long legs exposed to the air, with a Revolver strapped to one of them.

On her upper body, she wore a blue vest over a white T-shirt, but those heaving weapons were especially eye-catching—they didn't look like they belonged to a High School Student at all.

Especially her long black hair, delicate features, and captivating gaze that carried a hint of chill—Wang Hao was mesmerized!

"Goddess Le Xuan, defeat the scumbag Wang Hao!!"

"Goddess Le Xuan, we support you!"

"Goddess Le Xuan, I love you..."

"..."

The moment Le Xuan stepped onto the stage, the male students below went wild, their passionate cheers echoing throughout Eleventh High School.

"Had your fill of looking!?" Le Xuan said coldly.

Wang Hao nodded, then shook his head. "Looking's enough, but I wonder how it feels to touch!"

"Hmph!"

Le Xuan let out a cold snort, then turned to the referee and said, "Why haven't you started yet!?"

The referee didn't waste words, not daring to give Wang Hao another chance to speak. He said directly, "Begin!"

The instant the words left his mouth, Le Xuan drew the revolver strapped to her thigh and fired a shot at Wang Hao with a bang.

"A Level Two Military Weapon!!"

Wang Hao's pupils sharply contracted. He twisted his foot, narrowly dodging the bullet, but the force of its passing still carved a gash across his shoulder.

"He actually dodged it!?" Le Xuan stared blankly at Wang Hao. She knew the revolver in her hand was a Level Two Military Weapon, capable of dealing lethal damage even to a Martial Master.

Yet now Wang Hao, a mere Martial Disciple, had dodged it—truly unexpected.

The crowd below was equally stunned. The speed of Wang Hao's dodge had been far too fast, nothing like the speed a Martial Disciple Level Seven should possess.

No, that's not right!

Hadn't Wang Hao just broken through to Martial Disciple Level 6 yesterday!? Then why was he now at Martial Disciple Level Seven!?

Had Wang Hao used some kind of forbidden drug to force a rapid breakthrough?

But that didn't add up!

Looking at the steady, firm way Wang Hao walked, there was no sign of an unstable foundation at all!?

Meanwhile, in the VIP section, the principals of various major universities all rose to their feet, staring at Wang Hao in disbelief. They finally understood why Su Mu, the esteemed principal of Tianbei University, had personally come to Earth.

Wang Hao wasn't just immensely talented—his cultivation speed was astonishing. He was a super genius several times more formidable than Wang Tianyi...