142: Chapter 142 The Asura Battlefield

Qin Feng happened to come looking for Lin Fan. As soon as he entered, he saw Lin Fan standing by the window, grinning foolishly.

That smile looked incredibly creepy no matter how he looked at it.

It was just like a hungry wolf that had spotted a fat sheep.

"Brother Fan."

"Your smile..."

"It's giving me the creeps."

Qin Feng shrank his neck and said cautiously.

Lin Fan put away his smile and turned around.

"Why are you here?"

"Not getting abused in the Gravity Room anymore?"

Qin Feng plopped onto the sofa, picked up the tea Lin Fan hadn't finished, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Don't even mention it."

"I can't train anymore."

"The news outside is spreading like crazy."

Qin Feng put down the teacup and leaned in with a mysterious look on his face.

"Brother Fan, have you heard?"

"Something seems off about this Grand Competition."

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow and walked over to sit opposite Qin Feng.

"Tell me more."

Qin Feng lowered his voice.

"I just received news from home."

"They said this Grand Competition isn't just an internal affair for our Tianjiao Camp."

"The Military Department seems to have transferred a batch of top-tier talents from several other secret bases."

"They said they are going to participate in the assessment with us."

"They call it 'exchange and sparring'."

"In reality, they are here to crash the party!"

Lin Fan didn't show much surprise upon hearing this.

When he had previously used the Eye of True Sight to observe the camp, he had already detected a few obscure auras.

Although those auras were well hidden, they had nowhere to hide under his S-rank pupil technique.

That was the murderous aura that could only be forged by wandering on the edge of life and death for years.

It was definitely not something these flowers in the greenhouse of the Tianjiao Camp could compare to.

"Crash the party?"

Lin Fan sneered.

"That depends on whether their teeth are hard enough."

"Anything else?"

"Just these few people wouldn't make you this panicked, right?"

Qin Feng sighed.

"If it were just these few people, that would be fine."

"The key is, I heard the rewards for this Grand Competition are terrifyingly generous."

"The first place can directly obtain the opportunity to enter the Dragon Blood Pool for a baptism."

"That's the Dragon Blood Pool!"

"It's said that soaking in it can shed your mortal body and exchange your bones, increasing the chance of breaking through to the Grandmaster Level by thirty percent!"

"Moreover, there's an A-rank peak custom weapon."

"These outsiders are coming specifically for these rewards."

"They are going to snatch all our meat away!"

Lin Fan tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Dragon Blood Pool.

A-rank weapon.

It was indeed a big move. You have to know that, except for those with family backgrounds, most Grandmasters use B-rank weapons.

It seems the Military Department is going all out this time, wanting to select real seeds.

The so-called seeds are the future backbone of the human race.

They are the talents who can become generals and command on their own.

"Brother Fan, why are you not anxious at all?"

Qin Feng looked at the calm Lin Fan, anxious and scratching his ears and cheeks.

"That's the Dragon Blood Pool!"

"Aren't you tempted?"

Lin Fan glanced at him. With the system, he didn't really care much for the resources in reality.

"What's the rush?"

"If it's mine, no one can take it away."

"If it's not mine, snatching it is useless."

"Besides."

"It's only fun if there are more people."

"Only with more people can the leeks be harvested satisfyingly."

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment.

Then he realized.

"Brother Fan, don't tell me you are planning to..."

Lin Fan didn't answer.

He just gave a "you know what I mean" look.

Early the next morning.

The sharp assembly whistle broke the silence of the camp.

All students appeared on the large parade ground fully armed within three minutes.

Hundreds of students lined up in square formations.

Each one was spirited and murderous.

At the very front of the square formation stood the chief instructor Lei Zhan.

Beside him stood several unfamiliar faces.

Those people were wearing combat uniforms of different colors.

Each of them had an arrogant expression and cold eyes.

The way they looked at the Tianjiao Camp students carried undisguised contempt.

Lin Fan stood at the very back of the line.

[Target: Zhao Wuji]

[Realm: Martial Master Ninth Rank Peak]

[Talent: A-rank Violent Magic Bear]

[Source: Northern Theater Hunter School]

...

[Target: Li Hanyi]

[Realm: Half-step Grandmaster]

[Talent: S-rank Frost Cold Nine Provinces]

[Source: Kunlun Dao Academy]

Lin Fan's gaze swept over those people.

He had a bottom line in his heart.

They really had something.

Especially that Li Hanyi, who was already a Half-step Grandmaster.

He was only one step away from being a true Grandmaster.

No wonder he dared to come and crash the party.

Lei Zhan stepped forward.

His gaze was like lightning, scanning the whole venue.

"I won't say much nonsense."

"You have been trained for a thousand days to be used for one moment."

"Today is the day of your graduation Grand Competition."

"It is also the time to test the results of your three months of special training."

"The rules for this Grand Competition are very simple."

Lei Zhan waved his hand.

The huge screen behind him lit up, displaying a complex topographic map.

"All members will be dropped into the 'Shura Battlefield' virtual space."

"This is an environment that completely simulates the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield."

"Inside, there are exotic beasts, traps, and extreme weather."

"There are even simulated alien armies."

"Each of you starts with 10 points."

"Kill exotic beasts to gain points."

"Complete missions to gain points."

"Of course."

Lei Zhan paused, a cruel smile appearing on his face.

"Defeating other students allows you to plunder half of their points."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place was in an uproar.

What does this mean?

It means that except for yourself, everyone around you is a potential enemy.

Even if they are usually teammates, they might stab you in the back for points.

This is forcing them to kill each other.

"Quiet!"

Lei Zhan let out a roar.

The Grandmaster Level pressure instantly suppressed the entire audience.

"This is the battlefield!"

"On the battlefield, there are no absolute friends."

"There are only eternal interests and survival."

"If you don't even have this mental preparation,"

"get back home to drink milk as soon as possible!"

The students instantly quieted down.

But the way everyone looked at those around them changed.

There was a bit more vigilance and caution.

Trust became incredibly fragile at this moment.

Lei Zhan was very satisfied with this effect.

He continued, "The Grand Competition lasts for three days."

"After three days, rankings will be based on points."

"The top ten will receive heavy rewards."

"The last ten will be directly eliminated, disqualified from Tianjiao Camp graduation, and sent back to their original residence!"

This sentence was like a bombshell, making everyone's heart jump to their throats.

Sent back to their original residence.

For these arrogant geniuses, this was even worse than killing them.

It was a shame that would accompany them for a lifetime.

"In addition."

Lei Zhan pointed to the few outsiders beside him.

"These are exchange students from other bases."

"They will also participate in this Grand Competition."

"Moreover, their points will be calculated as double."

"That is to say, by defeating them, you can gain double the happiness."

"Of course, if you are defeated by them, you will lose even more miserably."

The white-clad youth named Li Hanyi gave a cold laugh.

He stepped forward.

His gaze swept across the audience and finally rested on Lin Fan.

Obviously, he had also heard of Lin Fan's reputation.

"I hope you can hold on for a bit longer."

"Don't make me feel too bored."

Provocation.

Naked provocation.

The students of Tianjiao Camp glared at him, wishing they could rush up and tear that stinking face apart right now.

Lin Fan, however, remained lazy.

He even yawned.

"Brother Fan, this kid is too arrogant."

"I want to beat him up."

Qin Feng said, gritting his teeth.

Lin Fan patted his shoulder.

"Don't rush."

"Wait until the pig is fattened up before killing it."

"These are walking point bags."

"Double points."

"Tsk tsk."

"Where are these opponents?"

"They are clearly money-delivering boys."

In Lin Fan's eyes, the cold Li Hanyi had already turned into a big, golden, shiny blind box.

"Everyone."

"Enter the simulation pods!"

Following Lei Zhan's order, hundreds of egg-shaped virtual reality simulation pods slowly rose.

The doors opened, like giant mouths waiting to devour.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and strode toward his own simulation pod.

"Shura Battlefield, huh?"

"I hope it's interesting."

"Don't let me down."

He lay into the pod.

The door slowly closed.

Darkness descended.

The next second, a sense of weightlessness hit him.

His consciousness was instantly pulled away.

When Lin Fan opened his eyes again, the world before him had changed.

The sky was blood-red.

The air was filled with the smell of sulfur and blood.

In the distance came the roars of exotic beasts.

This is the Shura Battlefield.

A place born purely for slaughter.

Lin Fan stood on a desolate Gobi desert.

He didn't rush to act, but opened the system panel first.

"Since the rules allow plundering."

"Then I won't be polite."

"Myriad Treasures Pavilion, Shura Battlefield branch."

"Officially open for business."

Lin Fan took out a megaphone from his arms.

This was a "contraband" he had specifically brought in.

Because it was a virtual space, real items couldn't be brought in.

But this couldn't stump Lin Fan, the Bug creator.

He directly materialized one in the virtual space using his mental power.

Although it had no attribute bonuses, as long as it could make a sound, that was enough.

Lin Fan cleared his throat and shouted toward the empty Gobi desert.

"Hey, hey, hey."

"Can you hear me?"

"Professional substitute fighting, point recycling, blind box sales."

"Buy quickly, don't wait until it's too late."

"Also."

"That guy named Li Hanyi."

"I'm waiting for you at coordinates (134, 567)."

"Don't make me wait too long."

"My great blade."

"Is already hungry and thirsty!"