Playing Support

Early the next morning.

Wang Hao sat cross-legged on his messy bed. His body trembled, and a terrifying current of air burst from within him, filling the room with an invisible wind.

"Martial Disciple Level Eight. My strength has increased so much." Wang Hao opened his eyes and clenched his fist. His strength had doubled compared to when he was Martial Disciple Level Seven.

Knock, knock, knock... A series of knocks sounded at the door.

Wang Hao was slightly stunned. Someone had actually come to visit his home? What a miracle!

When Wang Hao opened the door, he saw Ke Yong standing there, nodding and bowing. "Hello, Young Master Wang. We meet again."

Wang Hao narrowed his eyes as he sized Ke Yong up. He had been so arrogant last time, yet now he wore that expression? Something was definitely fucking wrong!

"Young Master Wang, there were too many people last time, so I couldn't let you take the Level Three Automatic Pistol. Once everything was over, I immediately brought it to you. I even included five magazines, fifty rounds in total." With an agonized expression, Ke Yong handed Wang Hao the gift box in his hands. Those fifty bullets had cost him over five million.

Wang Hao opened the box. Inside lay a silver automatic pistol engraved with the words "Silver Wolf," along with five magazines fully loaded with bullets, neatly arranged inside.

"A Level Three Damage Military Weapon, the Silver Wolf Automatic Gun." Wang Hao stroked the Silver Wolf Automatic Gun. Not only was it fast, its explosive power was also tremendous. Even against a Martial Ancestor like Principal Zhong Li, it would pose no problem at all.

Of course, that was assuming he could hold the pistol steady and not get blasted away by its recoil.

"Young Master Wang, could you perhaps put in a good word for me before President Gao?" Seeing Wang Hao accept it, Ke Yong finally relaxed.

Wang Hao squinted and smiled. So this bureau chief had also been invited yesterday. "Fine. Seeing how sincere you are, I'll say a few words for you next time I see Uncle Gao."

"Ding dong. Congratulations, Host, for successfully accepting a bribe. You have received 3,000 Villain Points."

Wang Hao rolled his eyes. He could earn Villain Points for something like this too? It was simply too... awesome.

"Thank you for your support, Young Master Wang. If you need anything in the future, just say the word." Ke Yong thanked him repeatedly. "I won't delay you from heading to the competition. I'll be leaving now."

"The competition!"

Wang Hao was startled. He hurried into his room to wash up, then went out and boarded the Jiaolong Submersible, shooting into the sky. He could only hope the Hundred Schools Competition had not begun yet.

Eleventh High School.

Principal Zhong Li's face had darkened. That little bastard Wang Hao actually dared to be late on the day of the Hundred Schools Competition. It was fucking infuriating.

The students of Eleventh High School around him had clearly grown impatient from waiting.

"What the hell is that scumbag Wang Hao doing!?"

"Who knows? He definitely isn't doing anything decent."

"If we don't leave soon, Eleventh High School is going to be late."

"Wang Hao really is a piece of shit. It would be one thing if he were late himself, but he's even dragging down my goddess Weiwei and goddess Le Xuan."

"Goddesses? They've probably become women by now!"

"What nonsense are you spouting? Wang Hao was bait sent out by the principal. My goddesses are still pure."

"Kid, you actually believe that shit? Do you have no fucking idea what kind of person Wang Hao is!?"

"Classmate, stop deceiving yourself. The three goddesses of Eleventh High School are no longer pure."

"I don't believe it. My goddess is still pure."

"Forget it. This guy has completely lost his mind. Let's hope he can live in his dream forever."

"..."

Hummm...

Suddenly, the deafening roar of an engine rang out. The students looked up and saw the Jiaolong Submersible descending vertically.

"That's the Jiaolong Submersible!?" The students cried out in surprise. The Jiaolong Submersible was a private spaceship—something only rich people could afford to play with.

When Wang Hao stepped out of the Jiaolong Submersible, every student rubbed their eyes. How could broke-ass Wang Hao afford to fly a private spaceship!?

"You brat, get over here! We're going to be late." Principal Zhong Li blew his beard and glared. He grabbed Wang Hao and tossed him into a small aircraft.

"Hey, old man, I'm leaving. What about my Jiaolong Submersible!?" Wang Hao shouted.

Principal Zhong Li glared at Wang Hao. "With this old man here, who would dare touch it? Remember to perform well for me."

Hearing that, Wang Hao could only obediently enter the small aircraft and sit beside Le Xuan.

Xia Weiwei glared at Wang Hao and could not help snorting coldly. She clearly still remembered him kissing her yesterday.

Before long, the transport aircraft started up and vanished beyond the horizon.

The students of Eleventh High School cheered. From this moment onward, they had graduated. All they needed to do now was go home and wait for the Hundred Schools Competition to begin.

For this Hundred Schools Competition, ten satellites would remain trained on the arena around the clock, broadcasting every angle live.

Inside the small aircraft.

Ignoring Wang Hao's teasing, Le Xuan took out a black briefcase. When she opened it, it contained a Level Two Revolver, several hundred rounds of ammunition, a Level Two Military Blade, and various military Landmines and Hand Grenades.

Xia Weiwei likewise had no interest in paying attention to Wang Hao. She took out a long black case, strapped a greatsword taller than herself to her back, and hung a hilt at her waist. It was a Laser Sword, a technological weapon, along with various military Landmines and Hand Grenades.

Wang Hao's mouth twitched. What were these women bringing so much military hardware for? Were they planning to blow up the competition grounds!?

"Wang Hao, what weapon did you prepare?" Le Xuan asked.

Cough, cough!

Wang Hao coughed to hide his embarrassment. Compared to these two women, his equipment was worlds apart.

A Level One Invisibility Cloak was basically useless before a Martial Master.

A Level One dagger would inflict very limited damage on a Martial Master.

A defective Level Two Electromagnetic Ring could at most cause a Martial Master a little numbness. Forget about dealing any real damage.

The only thing he could show off was the Level Three Silver Wolf Automatic Gun, but his current cultivation was nowhere near enough to control it. Even if he could fire it, the recoil was not something a Martial Disciple Level Eight like him could withstand.

"This is what you prepared?" Xia Weiwei looked at the items Wang Hao had taken out and could not help rubbing her forehead.

If this were an Arena Competition, this equipment would indeed have been enough. But they were heading into a massive melee now, and one with no restrictions. One-use weapons with no usage requirements, such as Landmines and Hand Grenades, would definitely appear.

Some people had even brought out mechas. With Wang Hao's current equipment, facing them would be no different from courting death.

"Actually, the weapon Wang Hao prepared is genuinely quite good." Le Xuan picked up the Silver Wolf Automatic Gun and gently wiped it down, as if she had seen her lover.

"But after one shot, the recoil would definitely shatter his arm. It's a suicidal attack." Xia Weiwei shook her head.

Le Xuan put down the Silver Wolf Automatic Gun, took out several Landmines and Hand Grenades, and handed them to Wang Hao. "Keep these on you for self-defense. Once the competition begins, Weiwei and I will handle the main assault. You stay to the side and strike when you find the right opportunity."

Wang Hao froze. He carefully examined Le Xuan and Xia Weiwei, only to discover that both women had already reached Martial Master Level One. No wonder they looked down on him so much and wanted him to play support...