210: Chapter 210 Pay-to-Win Players

Inside the underground training ground of the Practical Combat Academy at Kyoto University, an unsettling restlessness permeated the air.

Five hundred students from the Blind Box Class sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at the man on the podium with complex expressions.

Lin Fan had changed his outfit today, wearing a specially made T-shirt with the four characters "Honest Business" printed on it, holding a pointer in his hand, and tapping the huge holographic blackboard behind him.

On the blackboard, there were no profound martial arts theories, nor were there complex tactical formations.

Instead, there were strange and uniquely styled blind box display charts, detailing various types of blind boxes, including those for blood energy, weapons, and medicine.

With the increase in his strength, Lin Fan was now able to combine it with the S-rank True Sight Eye to customize blind boxes; although he couldn't guarantee the specific items, he could ensure that the blind boxes he produced would not deviate in their general categories.

"Students, there are less than three days left until the practical exercise."

Lin Fan's voice echoed through the spacious training ground, carrying a unique, seductive power.

"I know what you are worried about."

"You are worried that you won't be able to beat Professor Wang's elite class."

"You are worried about Zhao Tian, that freak who is about to break through to the Martial Master level."

"You are worried that if you lose, you will be mocked by the entire school's teachers and students, and nailed to the pillar of shame at Kyoto University."

The students below lowered their heads one after another, their faces revealing expressions of shame and unwillingness.

Although they had bought many good things from Lin Fan over the past few days and their strength had improved, foundations were not something that could be made up for in a few days.

Those people in the elite class had grown up soaking in medicinal baths since they were young, and they all learned profound-tier or even earth-tier cultivation techniques.

As for them, most were from commoner backgrounds or were collateral descendants of small families.

How could they fight this?

"But!"

Lin Fan suddenly raised his volume, and the pointer in his hand pointed sharply at the first chart on the blackboard.

"In my class, there are no enemies that can't be beaten, only money that hasn't been spent enough!"

"For this exercise, I specially applied for a batch of 'strategic-level' supplies from the Myriad Treasures Pavilion headquarters."

"These things were originally meant to deal with the insidious and cunning exotic beasts on the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield."

"Now, as the founder of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, I will reluctantly part with them and let you use them."

Li Gou sat in the front row, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at the chart with some curiosity.

The chart depicted a pitch-black, bumpy sphere, with a line of small text labeled next to it: [Biochemical Stink Bomb (Enhanced Version)].

"Teacher... can this thing beat Zhao Tian?"

Li Gou couldn't help but ask.

A meaningful smile curved on the corner of Lin Fan's mouth.

"Good question."

He casually took out a physical one from the box behind him and weighed it in his hand.

"This is not an ordinary stink bomb."

"Its raw materials are taken from the excrement of a creature on the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield called a 'Rotten Corpse Weasel,' refined and concentrated according to my exclusive secret recipe."

"Just one will cover a radius of fifty meters."

"Creatures within this range, if they are not wearing special gas masks, will experience dizziness, nausea, tearing, and even foaming at the mouth within three seconds."

"Even a Martial Master level powerhouse, if they inhale one mouthful, their combat effectiveness will drop by at least thirty percent."

The whole place was in an uproar.

The students looked at the inconspicuous black ball, their eyes filled with horror and... a trace of excitement.

Is this an ordinary weapon?

This is clearly a biochemical weapon!

"Teacher, is this... isn't this too underhanded?"

A female student raised her hand with some hesitation.

"We are students of Kyoto University after all. Will using such methods damage the school's image?"

The smile on Lin Fan's face instantly vanished, becoming extremely serious.

He walked to the female student and looked down at her.

"Student, what is your name?"

"I... my name is Wang Xiaomei."

"Okay, Student Wang Xiaomei."

Lin Fan pointed to the gate of the training ground.

"If a bloodthirsty exotic beast rushes in from outside the door right now, it wants to eat your flesh and drink your blood."

"Would you talk about martial ethics with it?"

"Would you say to it, 'Oh, using a stink bomb is too uncivilized, let's have a fair duel'?"

Wang Xiaomei was stunned and subconsciously shook her head.

"On the battlefield, there is only life and death, no high or low standing for methods!"

Lin Fan's voice was deafening.

"If you win, you are a hero, and the methods you used are wisdom."

"If you lose, you are a dead person, your corpse will be trampled underfoot, and no one will care if you died decently or not!"

"The people in the elite class look down on you, thinking you are trash, that you are losers."

"Then use these 'trash' methods to beat them down, beat them until they call you daddy!"

"This is what real martial arts is!"

Lin Fan's words were like a fire, instantly igniting the wildness in the students' hearts.

That's right.

Why must we honestly take a beating?

Why must we follow the rules?

Since you say we are using crooked paths, then we will show you crooked paths!

"Teacher! How much is this stink bomb? I'll buy it!"

Li Gou was the first to jump up, his eyes fanatical.

"Not expensive, only 50 credits each."

Lin Fan said with a smile.

"Moreover, to cooperate with the use of the stink bomb, I have also thoughtfully prepared supporting products."

The pointer in his hand pointed to the second chart.

It was a yellow talisman with twisted patterns drawn on it.

"[Diarrhea Talisman]."

"As long as it's stuck on the enemy, or the talisman ash is sprinkled in the air."

"Even a tough man will turn into a 'jet fighter' within five minutes."

"Imagine it."

Lin Fan's voice was full of demonic temptation.

"When Zhao Tian rushes over aggressively, ready to blow you up with one punch."

"Suddenly he has a severe stomach ache, his sphincter goes out of control..."

"Doesn't that picture look beautiful?"

"Pfft~!"

It wasn't known who laughed out loud first.

Immediately afterwards, the entire training ground erupted into uproarious laughter.

The originally oppressive atmosphere was swept away.

The students' eyes changed.

From previous fear and inferiority, they turned into lewdness, insidiousness, and eagerness to try.

"And this."

Lin Fan took out the third thing.

It was a blood-red medicinal pill.

"[Three-Second Real Man Pill]."

"After taking it, it instantly overdraws potential, explosive power increases by two times, and the duration is three seconds."

"Although the time is a bit short, and the side effect is that you will be weak for three days afterwards."

"But, in those three seconds, you are gods!"

"Combined with the stink bomb and the diarrhea talisman, these three seconds are enough for you to pin Zhao Tian to the ground and rub him a hundred times!"

Lin Fan waved his hand.

"Now, the Myriad Treasures Pavilion exercise-exclusive blind boxes are officially on sale!"

"It not only contains the three artifacts above, but also has a chance to open [Super Glue Grenades], [Blinding Flash Powder], [Noise Screaming Chicken], and other top-tier props."

"Do you want to win?"

"Do you want to trample the elite class under your feet?"

"Then come on!"

"Buy, buy, buy!"

"I want ten blind boxes!"

"Teacher, I want a loan! I want to buy that diarrhea talisman, specifically for Zhao Tian!"

"I want that glue grenade! I want to stick their legs to the ground!"

The students went crazy.

They rushed to the podium, waving their credit cards in their hands.

At this moment.

What martial arts spirit, what open and aboveboard behavior, were all thrown to the back of their minds.

They just wanted to win.

Even if it meant using the dirtiest methods, they had to win!

Lin Fan stood on the podium, looking at this group of students who had been completely led astray, and nodded with satisfaction.

He turned his head to look at Qin Feng beside him and said in a low voice.

"See that?"

"This is the birth of pay-to-win players."

Qin Feng was wiping the cold sweat from his forehead while frantically swiping cards and bookkeeping.

"Brother Fan... if we do this, if the principal finds out, will we be expelled?"

"These things... are they a bit too damaging?"

Lin Fan curled his lips.

"Damaging?"

"Once you get to the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, you will find that these things are more useful than any divine weapon."

"Besides."

He glanced at the students who were hugging the stink bombs and giggling, a glimmer of sharpness flashing in his eyes.

"I am teaching them how to survive."

"In this man-eating world, only those who survive have the qualifications to talk about morality."

At this moment.

In the corner of the training ground.

Li Gou was carefully stuffing a stink bomb into his trouser pocket and hiding the Diarrhea Talisman close to his body.

He looked at the dagger in his hand that he had just opened, which was covered in green venom, and a confident smile that had never been seen before appeared on his face.

"Zhao Tian..."

"elite class..."

"This time, I'm going to let you know what a beating from society is!"

The whole afternoon.

The training ground was filled with a weird atmosphere.

From time to time, there were strange explosions, accompanied by a nauseating stench.

And the students' screams one after another, and... the sound of diarrhea.

This was a special pre-exam assault.

There was no sweaty hand-to-hand combat.

There was only the experimentation and cooperation of various insidious props.

When the sun set.

Five hundred students regrouped.

Each of them was covered in various strange bags and boxes.

Although they looked a bit incongruous, and even a bit funny.

But in their eyes, a fighting spirit that had never been seen before was burning.

It was a kind of rascal spirit of "although I am weak, I can disgust you to death."

Lin Fan stood with his hands behind his back, reviewing this "biochemical unit" he had personally created.

"Very good."

"Very spirited."

"Now you have the potential to become a qualified sneaky player."

"Remember."

"In tomorrow's exercise, we only have one goal."

Lin Fan held up a finger.

"That is, to make good use of the blind boxes I gave you, and then win by any means necessary!"

"Yes, teacher!"

The students' roar shook the heavens and the earth.

Lin Fan smiled with satisfaction.

He glanced at the skyrocketing points on the system panel and thought to himself.

"Professor Wang, Director Zhang."

"Are you ready for this 'fragrant' surprise?"