213: Chapter 213 Lack of Martial Morality

The yellow-green smoke on the training field had become so thick that one could not even see their own hand in front of their face.

A suffocating stench permeated the air.

Even though the spectators in the stands were protected by energy shields, they could still see the eerie colors faintly visible through the smoke, which made their scalps tingle.

The elite class students on the field were currently experiencing the darkest moment of their lives.

Their originally uniform wedge-shaped formation had completely collapsed under the impact of the first wave of stink bombs.

They covered their mouths and noses, tears and snot streaming uncontrollably, their vision becoming blurry.

But that was not the most lethal part.

The most lethal part was the "Runny Tummy Talismans" flying all over the sky.

Zhao Hai, as the strongest member of the elite class, was currently leaning on his spear, his legs clamped tightly together, assuming an extremely strange pigeon-toed stance.

His face was as pale as paper, and beads of cold sweat as large as peas rolled down his forehead.

The feeling of cramping in his abdomen was as if countless hands were frantically tearing at his intestines.

Every breath and every exertion came with the huge risk of his sphincter giving way.

"Despicable... Shameless..."

Zhao Hai gritted his teeth, squeezing these words out from between them.

He was not resigned to this.

He was a proud son of heaven with an S-Rank Talent, a powerhouse about to break through to the Martial Master level; how could he lose to a bunch of trash relying on underhanded tricks?

"Wind... Wind Sweeps the Clouds!"

Zhao Hai endured the sharp pain in his abdomen and tried to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body to unleash a high-level wind-element combat skill, hoping to blow away this damn poisonous smoke.

However, just at the moment he gathered his energy.

"Gurgle!"

His stomach let out an earth-shattering roar.

That momentary lapse almost caused him to die of embarrassment on the spot.

His spiritual energy dissipated instantly, and the combat skill failed to execute.

"Hehe, Class Monitor Zhao, don't waste your energy."

From within the smoke came the muffled laughter of Li Gou, who was wearing a gas mask.

"This Runny Tummy Talisman was spiked by Teacher Lin; the harder you exert yourself, the faster it takes effect."

As the voice faded, several figures sneaked over from within the smoke.

It was the students from the Blind Box Class.

Each of them wore a gas mask, was dressed in thick protective suits, and held various strange-looking props.

"Brothers, strike while he's down!"

Li Gou shouted, "Charge!"

A Blind Box Class student raised a large sprayer and sprayed Zhao Hai wildly.

"Superglue, go!"

The white, viscous liquid shot out like a spider web.

Zhao Hai subconsciously wanted to dodge, but his clamped legs made it impossible for him to move flexibly.

"Splat!"

The glue accurately coated his feet and solidified rapidly.

Zhao Hai discovered with horror that his feet seemed to have grown into the ground, unable to move an inch.

"You... you bunch of scoundrels!"

Zhao Hai roared, waving the spear in his hand in an attempt to fight back.

But the Blind Box Class students didn't engage him head-on at all.

They were like a group of slippery loaches, weaving through the smoke.

"Take this! Flash powder!"

A student suddenly threw a bag of powder.

"Hum~" Intense white light exploded before Zhao Hai's eyes.

His eyes, which were already tearing up uncontrollably, were instantly blinded.

"Ah! My eyes!"

Zhao Hai screamed, waving his spear wildly, but he couldn't even touch the hem of an enemy's garment.

This scene was playing out in every corner of the training field.

Those elite class students who were usually high and mighty had now become lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Some were stuck to the ground by superglue and unable to move.

Some were driven to a mental breakdown by the noise of screeching rubber chickens.

Others, unable to bear the sharp pain in their abdomens, dropped their weapons and rushed toward the restrooms on the side of the field, only to be caught in animal-catching nets by Blind Box Class students who had long been lying in ambush there.

In the stands, the entire audience was deathly silent.

Everyone stared at this scene, dumbfounded.

Is this even a martial arts exercise?

This is simply a full-blown street hooligan brawl!

No, even a hooligan brawl isn't this low!

Professor Wang stood at the edge of the stands, gripping the railing tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white, his whole body trembling.

His face flushed to the color of a pig's liver, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

He was furious.

His students, whom he was proud of, the geniuses he had painstakingly cultivated, were actually being rubbed into the ground by a bunch of guys holding toilet plungers and stink bombs?

This was simply the greatest humiliation to the Ancient Martial Arts Academy!

"Lin Fan! You... you are ruining them!"

Professor Wang turned his head abruptly and roared at Lin Fan beside him.

"The path of martial arts is about cultivating the body and nurturing the spirit!"

"You teach them these low-down tricks; what will they do when they go to the battlefield in the future?"

"Are you going to let these children use stink bombs to fumigate the alien races?"

Lin Fan remained calmly seated in his chair, a handful of melon seeds appearing in his hand at some point.

He cracked the melon seeds while nonchalantly glancing at Professor Wang.

"Professor Wang, I don't like hearing you say that."

"On the battlefield, any method that can kill the enemy is a good method."

"Besides, do you think the alien races will talk to you about martial ethics?"

"If what stood here today was a bloodthirsty demonic wolf, your students would already be a pile of excrement."

Lin Fan pointed to the field.

"Look at your students; they fall into disarray when they encounter a little unexpected situation."

"Weak willpower, poor adaptability; apart from having higher cultivation, they are useless."

"And my students..." A smile tugged at the corners of Lin Fan's mouth.

"Although they have poor talent and low cultivation."

"But they know how to utilize every available resource to strive for victory."

"This is the wisdom of survival."

Just as the two were arguing, the situation on the field had reached its final critical moment.

Although Zhao Hai's feet were stuck and his eyes were blinded, he was, after all, a quasi-Martial Master level powerhouse. Relying on his strong ability to locate positions by sound, he was still putting up a desperate resistance.

The spear in his hand danced so tightly that not a drop of water could pass through, forcing back several waves of Blind Box Class students who tried to approach.

"I will not lose! I am Zhao Hai! I am an S-Rank Talent!"

Zhao Hai roared, his voice filled with a hint of desperate madness.

He would not allow himself to lose to this bunch of trash. Absolutely not!

Li Gou hid behind cover not far away, watching Zhao Hai, who was still holding on, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Looks like I have to use that thing."

He took a deep breath and pulled an exquisite metal cylinder from his bosom.

This was the trump card treasure he had spent all his savings yesterday to buy from Lin Fan: [Pear Blossom Needle Rain (Basic Version)].

Although it was only a C-Rank item and a one-time consumable.

Its power was enough to break through any defense below the Martial Master level.

"Class Monitor Zhao, sorry about this."

"This move is called, Money really can do whatever it wants!"

Li Gou suddenly rushed out from behind the cover, aiming the cylinder in his hand at Zhao Hai.

"Go to hell!"

He pressed the trigger. "Click!"

A crisp mechanical sound rang out. Immediately after, "Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Countless silver needles, as fine as ox hair, poured out like a rainstorm.

These silver needles glimmered with a faint blue light, clearly coated with paralyzing poison.

Zhao Hai heard the sound of them cutting through the air and instinctively wanted to swing his spear to block.

But his condition at the moment was truly too poor.

The sharp pain in his abdomen made his movements sluggish, and the blindness in his eyes made it impossible for him to judge the specific trajectory of the silver needles.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!"

A series of faint sounds of needles entering flesh rang out.

Zhao Hai's protective spiritual energy lasted less than a second before being instantly pierced by the dense rain of needles.

Dozens of silver needles stuck into his body.

Although they avoided his vital points, the strong paralyzing poison erupted instantly.

"Ugh..."

Zhao Hai's body stiffened. The spear in his hand clattered to the ground.

He widened his red, swollen eyes, filled with unwillingness and disbelief.

Subsequently, his legs could no longer support the weight of his body.

"Thump!"

Zhao Hai fell straight down, kicking up a cloud of dust.

With the fall of their strongest member, the last line of psychological defense of the elite class completely collapsed.

The remaining students either raised their hands to surrender or sat paralyzed on the ground, crying loudly.

"I'm not fighting anymore! Wuwuwu! I want to go home!"

"It's too smelly! I'm not playing anymore!"

The smoke on the training field gradually dissipated, revealing the mess on the ground.

The fifty neatly dressed elite class students were now lying on the ground in disarray, each one in a sorry state.

And the five hundred Blind Box Class students, although also covered in dust and dirt, all had faces beaming with ecstatic smiles.

They had won.

This group, regarded by the whole school as trash, garbage, and bottom-feeders, had actually defeated the high-and-mighty elite class!

The referee stood on the sidelines, watching this scene, his mouth twitching several times before he struggled to raise the flag in his hand.

"Exercise over! The winning side, Practical Combat Academy, Lin Fan's class!"

This announcement exploded throughout the field like a thunderclap.

In the stands, after a brief moment of deathly silence, "Boom!" An ear-splitting roar of noise erupted.

Everyone was going crazy. Some were cursing, because they had lost all their points.

Some were cheering, because they had witnessed an unprecedented comeback.

And Lin Fan, he slowly stood up and brushed the melon seed husks off his body.

Looking at Professor Wang beside him, who was ashen-faced and seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, Lin Fan revealed his signature "nuclear-friendly" smile.

"Professor Wang, I accept your concession. Remember our bet. When we meet in the future, please call me Teacher Lin."

After saying this, Lin Fan turned around and left everyone with a dashing back view.