143: Chapter 143 actually features an advertisement.

"Myriad Treasures Pavilion, Asura Battlefield Branch, officially open for business!"

Lin Fan's megaphone emitted a harsh static sound.

The sound was jarringly out of place.

Dozens of students who had just landed and were still cautiously observing their surroundings were nearly startled into a stress response by the shout.

They all tightened their grip on their weapons.

After seeing that it was Lin Fan, that attention-seeker.

Everyone's expressions became incredibly varied.

Some were speechless, some disdainful, while others looked at him as if he were an idiot.

This was the Asura Battlefield.

A virtual space simulating the most brutal environment of the myriad races' front line.

Death could strike at any second.

And this guy was actually setting up a stall?

Lin Fan paid no mind to the strange looks around him.

He somehow moved a large, flat stone and placed it horizontally at the edge of the safe zone.

On it were several rough sketches he had just drawn using the system's functions.

"The road ahead is perilous, life and death are unpredictable."

"Our shop exclusively sells nanny-level survival blind boxes."

"Only 500 points each."

"Honest dealings, first come, first served."

He sat cross-legged, even pulling out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and cracking them with a crunching sound.

"Grandstanding."

A cold snort came.

The crowd automatically parted, forming a path.

A well-equipped five-person team walked out.

The leading youth was burly, carrying a heavy alloy battle-axe on his back.

Wang Lie, captain of the Thunderfire Squad.

A ruthless individual ranked in the top ten of the Tianjiao Camp's points leaderboard.

He walked up to Lin Fan's stall, looking down at this so-called Myriad Treasures Pavilion Master.

His eyes were full of disdain.

"Lin Fan, do you think this is child's play?"

"This is a battlefield."

"Put away that mercenary look on your face."

"It's just disgusting."

The team members behind Wang Lie also burst into laughter.

"Captain, don't bother with this idiot."

"He probably knows he's not strong enough and wants to scam some points before being eliminated."

"500 points? Is he robbing us?"

Lin Fan spat out the melon seed shells.

Clapped the dust off his hands.

He wasn't angry.

Instead, he showed his characteristic professional fake smile.

"Esteemed customer."

"You can't say that."

"Information is life, knowledge is wealth."

"I see a dark omen on your forehead; you're bound to encounter great misfortune."

"Why not buy a map for self-defense?"

"I can give you a two percent discount."

Wang Lie seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Great misfortune?"

He pointed to the lush jungle swamp ahead.

"That area is marked 'High Resource Zone' by the system."

"Although there are dangers, with the strength of our Thunderfire Squad, we can sweep through it as if walking on flat ground."

"Why would we need your broken map?"

"It's utterly ridiculous."

After speaking.

Wang Lie ignored Lin Fan.

With a wave of his hand.

"Thunderfire Squad, move out!"

"Let this clown see what a true powerhouse is!"

The five-person team marched off menacingly.

They ignored a wooden sign standing in front of Lin Fan's stall, which read, "Beware of fierce dog, do not feed."

And directly charged into the seemingly calm swamp.

Lin Fan watched their receding figures.

Shook his head helplessly.

"Good advice is wasted on those destined to die."

"These days."

"No one believes the truth."

He sat back on the stone.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

In the depths of his pupils, a faint golden light swirled.

Eye of True Sight, activated.

In Lin Fan's vision.

The originally vibrant green jungle instantly transformed.

It was no high resource zone at all.

It was clearly a massive graveyard.

Invisible deep purple poisonous miasma floated in the air.

That was highly toxic.

Even a slight inhalation would paralyze the nerves, turning a martial artist into a lamb to the slaughter.

And beneath the seemingly calm mud and swamp.

Dense red light points were rapidly moving.

Target: Shadow Poison Crocodile

Level: Beast General-grade (Elite)

Attributes: Mimicry, Poison Spray, Group Hunt

Quantity: 48

Suddenly, in the silent public channel.

It suddenly erupted.

"Ah!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream, without warning, rang out in everyone's headsets.

It was Wang Lie's voice.

Filled with terror, despair, and unbelievable pain.

Immediately after.

There were chaotic gunshots, explosions, and more screams.

"An ambush!"

"It's poison crocodiles! Damn it, how can there be so many!"

"My leg! My leg is broken!"

"Help! I don't want to play anymore! I want to quit!"

The sounds were utterly miserable.

Just listening, one could imagine how bloody the scene there was.

At the safe zone entrance.

The dozens of students who had been mocking Lin Fan.

Instantly fell silent.

Their faces were pale, like ducks whose necks had been squeezed.

They stiffly turned their heads.

Looking at the seemingly calm swamp.

As if it were a gigantic abyss waiting to devour people.

Announcement: Thunderfire Squad all eliminated.

The cold system prompt sounded.

Announcing the annihilation of an elite squad.

From their entry into the swamp to their complete defeat.

Less than three minutes had passed.

This was the Asura Battlefield.

This was the price of disregarding the rules.

Lin Fan calmly took a sip of water.

Cleared his throat.

And once again raised the megaphone.

"Ahem."

"Friendly reminder."

"The Shadow Poison Crocodiles in the swamp love to eat martial artists with firm flesh."

"Especially those who are arrogant and refuse to listen to advice."

"Crunchy and tastes like chicken."

He pointed to the map on his stall.

"Now."

"Does anyone still think these 500 points are a waste?"

"Limited to 100 copies."

"First come, first served."

At this moment.

Lin Fan's voice was no longer noisy static in their ears.

But a life-saving divine chant.

After a brief silence, the crowd.

Instantly erupted.

"I want one!"

"Give me one! I'll pay 600 points!"

"Don't push! I was here first!"

"Boss Lin, Brother Lin! Save one for me!"

The students who had just sneered at Lin Fan.

Now surged towards the small stall like madmen.

Points?

Those were external possessions.

Life was one-time only.

To be eliminated right at the start, that would be truly disgraceful.

They might even be directly repatriated.

These 500 points weren't buying a survival blind box.

They were buying a chance at survival.

Lin Fan was grinning from ear to ear.

"Don't rush, don't rush."

"Line up and pay."

"Bank transfers accepted, no credit."

"Qin Feng, don't just stand there."

"Come and maintain order."

"Anyone who cuts in line will be blacklisted and never traded with again."

Qin Feng: ...

He had originally intended to come and advise Lin Fan not to be too ostentatious.

But now he was acting as security.

However, looking at the rapidly increasing points in Lin Fan's account.

He could only silently give a thumbs up.

Brilliant.

Truly brilliant.

Using lives to advertise.

This marketing strategy was simply insane.

In the distance.

At the peak of a solitary, towering mountain.

The cold wind howled.

A white figure stood silently.

Li Hanyi.

A genius from Kunlun Daoist Academy.

He stood with his arms crossed, looking down at the farce at the safe zone entrance.

His eyes were as cold as ice.

The surrounding air seemed to be frozen by his chilling aura.

"A grandstanding clown."

"Profiting from information asymmetry for petty gains."

"Ultimately, he will never achieve greatness."

In his view.

A true powerhouse should be able to break all laws with a single sword strike.

No matter what traps lay ahead.

A single sword strike would suffice.

Such opportunistic behavior was a desecration of martial arts.

Li Hanyi retracted his gaze.

No longer paying attention to the bustling stall.

He turned and walked towards the depths of the battlefield.

His target.

Was the few Lord-level exotic beasts entrenched in the core area.

Only such opponents.

Were worthy of being his whetstone.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the safe zone.

In a dark corner.

A burly man, built like an iron tower, leaned against a tree trunk.

Zhao Wuji.

The madman of the Northern War Zone.

He was bare-chested, revealing rock-hard muscles.

Numerous hideous scars crisscrossed his body.

He was toying with a sharp bone knife in his hand.

His gaze was fixed on the students who had just bought maps from Lin Fan and were excitedly rushing towards the swamp.

He licked his chapped lips.

Revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth.

"Maps?"

"Good stuff."

"Too bad."

"I don't like to pay for them."

"I prefer to..."

"Steal."

His eyes gleamed with a beast-like greed.

Like a hungry wolf eyeing a fat sheep.

"With a map, I can safely cross the swamp."

"With points, I can exchange for resources."

"And these people..."

"Are the best deliverymen."

Zhao Wuji grinned.

His figure flickered.

Silently disappearing into the shadows.

At the edge of the swamp.

A student who had just bought a map was carefully following the route.

His name was Liu Bo.

An ordinary Martial Artist Eight-Star student.

At this moment, his face was filled with excitement.

"It's incredible!"

"There really are no crocodiles!"

"This map from Lin Fan's blind box is simply a divine artifact!"

He followed the markings on the map, turning left and right.

Indeed, he avoided all dangerous areas.

The opposite bank was already in sight.

As long as he crossed this swamp, he would reach the first resource point.

And get the first kill points.

Liu Bo quickened his pace.

He leaped.

And landed firmly on the solid ground of the opposite bank.

"Hahahaha!"

"I succeeded!"

"I'm the first!"

He excitedly waved his fists.

Just as he was about to go deeper.

Suddenly.

A large hand, like a cattail leaf fan, slapped heavily on his shoulder.

The force was so great.

It almost made him fall to his knees.

"Who?!"

Liu Bo turned back in terror.

What greeted his eyes.

Was a face full of flesh, smiling incredibly 'kindly'.

Zhao Wuji.

The monster with the Berserk Demonic Bear talent.

Zhao Wuji looked down at the trembling Liu Bo.

His other hand reached out to him.

Palm open.

"Brother."

"Thanks for scouting the way."

"You worked hard."

"Now."

"Hand over both the map and the points."

"Otherwise..."

The bone knife in his hand twirled.

And gently rested against Liu Bo's neck.

"I'll have to take them myself."

Liu Bo's face instantly turned pale.

He looked at the swamp behind him, where he had just escaped death.

Then looked at the towering, demonic figure in front of him.

Despair rose in his heart.

Just out of the wolf's den.

And into the tiger's mouth.

Is this the Asura Battlefield?

It's too damn dark!

And at the safe zone entrance.

Lin Fan looked at the few hundred points that had just arrived in his account.

Then looked at Zhao Wuji's blurry figure in the distance.