212: Chapter 212 Exercise Begins

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

Kyoto University, the central Practical Combat Academy exercise field.

Today, the place could be described as a sea of people, with colorful flags fluttering.

Not only had the entire faculty and student body arrived, but many media reporters from outside the school, scouts from major families, and even some observers from the military had appeared in the stands.

After all, the bet between the elite class and the Blind Box Class had already spread like wildfire throughout the entire Kyoto martial arts circle.

Everyone wanted to see what kind of tricks Professor Lin Fan, who had turned his classroom into a casino, could really pull off.

In the center of the exercise field.

The two teams had already finished lining up.

On the left was the elite class led by Professor Wang.

Fifty students, all dressed in uniform white martial arts robes, with the emblem of the Ancient Martial Arts Academy embroidered on their chests.

Each of them was high-spirited, full of vitality, standing as straight as pine trees, with sharp gazes.

Zhao Hai, who led them, was especially high-spirited.

He wore a set of pale gold Grade B alloy soft armor, held a long spear in his hand, and radiated intense confidence and pressure.

Just standing there, he gave people a feeling of invincibility.

Good! This is the kind of student we have at Kyoto University!

Look at that spirit; truly worthy of the elite class!

The old professors in the stands nodded and praised, wearing satisfied smiles.

Looking at the right side, however.

The Blind Box Class led by Lin Fan...

The style took a sudden turn.

Five hundred students stood in a crooked, messy line.

They weren't wearing uniform outfits, but a motley assortment of things.

Some wore gas masks, some wore heavy protective suits, and some had bottles and jars hanging all over them, clanking as they walked.

Even more absurdly.

A few students weren't holding swords or blades, but huge sprayers, powerful slingshots, or even... a toilet plunger?

How was this coming to participate in an exercise?

This was clearly a group of scavengers who had just crawled out of a junkyard!

Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter!

These are the students Lin Fan taught? Are they here to be funny?

Is that guy with the toilet plunger serious? Does he want to use that thing to suck onto Zhao Hai's spear?

A burst of laughter erupted from the stands.

Even Professor Wang couldn't help but shake his head, his eyes filled with contempt.

Lin Fan, oh Lin Fan, is this your trump card?

A bunch of rabble, dressed like clowns, and you think you can beat my elite class?

He turned his head to look at Lin Fan, who was sitting next to him.

At this moment, Lin Fan was sitting with his legs crossed, holding a bag of melon seeds, munching on them with great enjoyment.

He seemed to completely ignore the jeers around him.

Professor Wang, don't be so impatient.

Lin Fan spat out a melon seed shell and said with a smile.

This is called tactical camouflage.

Besides, it doesn't matter if it's a black cat or a white cat; a cat that catches mice is a good cat.

No matter what they wear, as long as they can win, that's all that matters.

Professor Wang snorted coldly.

Stubborn!

When the fighting starts in a moment, I'll see how you cry!

At this time.

The referee walked to the center of the field.

He was a senior instructor from the Practical Combat Academy, and seeing the completely different styles on both sides, his mouth twitched slightly.

Ahem!

The rules for this exercise are simple.

If one side loses all combat capability or surrenders, they lose.

Any non-lethal weapons and items can be used.

Now, both sides, get ready!

As the referee's voice fell, the atmosphere in the entire arena instantly became tense.

Zhao Hai stepped forward and pointed his spear at Li Gou opposite him.

Li Gou, I heard you've been acting pretty cocky lately?

Bought a few trashy blind boxes and you think you're something now?

Today, I'll let you know what a gap in strength really means!

Li Gou pushed up the gas mask on his face, his voice sounding muffled.

Class Monitor Zhao, don't speak too soon.

Be careful not to bite your tongue from talking too much.

And... I advise you to keep your mouth shut tight.

Zhao Hai frowned.

What do you mean?

Li Gou chuckled but didn't answer, instead reaching his hand into his bulging satchel.

Exercise: Begin!

With the referee's command, he quickly exited the field.

Kill!

Zhao Hai roared, his body glowing with brilliant golden light.

Form up! Cone formation charge!

The fifty students of the elite class moved instantly.

Their movements were uniform and synchronized, quickly forming a sharp cone battle formation.

Zhao Hai, as the spearhead, took the lead, charging toward the Blind Box Class with unstoppable momentum.

The synchronized sound of their footsteps beat against everyone's hearts like war drums.

The audience in the stands held their breath.

This was the pressure of a regular army!

Facing such a charge, those disorganized Blind Box Class students would probably be wiped out in a single encounter, right?

However.

Just as the elite class charged to within fifty meters of the Blind Box Class.

Brothers! Do it!

Li Gou shouted.

The front row students of the Blind Box Class didn't draw weapons to meet the enemy.

Instead, they all pulled out black, round balls from their shirts in unison.

Throw!

Hundreds of black balls flew toward the elite class formation like raindrops.

Zhao Hai watched the flying black balls and sneered.

Hidden weapons?

You think these petty tricks can break my defense?

He flicked his spear, which instantly transformed into countless spear shadows.

Break for me!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dozens of black balls were shattered in mid-air by the spear.

However.

The expected explosion did not happen.

Instead, a thick, visible yellow-green smoke instantly burst open!

Pfft!

It was like hundreds of huge, stinky farts being released at the same time.

A stench that could not be described in words instantly swept across the entire exercise field.

Ugh!

Zhao Hai, who was charging at the very front, bore the brunt of it.

He had been roaring with his mouth open, and as a result, he inhaled a large mouthful of this thick poison gas.

His originally handsome face instantly turned a liver-purple color.

Tears and snot flowed uncontrollably.

His stomach churned violently, and his momentum from just a moment ago vanished completely.

What... what the hell is this thing! Ugh!

It wasn't just him.

The entire charging formation of the elite class instantly turned into a mess.

The students all covered their noses, bent over, and dry-heaved uncontrollably.

Some were even knocked unconscious by the stench, frothing at the mouth as they collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

The charge, which had been so imposing, instantly collapsed under this wave of biochemical attack.

Meanwhile, in the stands.

Although there was a defensive barrier, the visual impact still left all the spectators stunned.

Holy crap! Was that a poison gas bomb?

That's too shameless! To actually use such methods!

Is this an exercise? This is Resident Evil!

Professor Wang stood up abruptly and pointed at the field, cursing loudly.

Lin Fan! You... you have no martial ethics!

Lin Fan remained calm, munching on melon seeds, and even thoughtfully handed Professor Wang a gas mask.

Professor Wang, don't get excited.

This is called all is fair in war.

Besides, this was only the first wave.

Inside the field.

Looking at the chaotic elite class, Li Gou revealed a smug smile.

He waved his hand and gave another order.

Second wave! Release!

This time.

The students of the Blind Box Class were no longer holding black balls.

Instead, they held yellow talismans with strange patterns drawn on them.

These were the Unstoppable Diarrhea Talismans carefully prepared by Lin Fan.

Hundreds of talismans were activated by spiritual power, turning into a sky full of yellow paper that fluttered down onto the heads of the elite class.

Zhao Hai had just managed to stand straight, enduring the nausea, trying to organize a counterattack.

A talisman landed right on his forehead.

The next second, his expression changed.

From liver-purple to deathly pale.

An indescribable sense of crisis surged from his lower abdomen.

That was...

The signal that his sphincter was about to fail.

No... no...

Zhao Hai crossed his legs in despair, and the long spear in his hand clattered to the ground.

At this moment.

All martial arts dignity, all elite glory.

In the face of the impending physiological eruption, it all became worthless.