120: Chapter 120 Dean Luo Hengqiang
In a courtyard at the Sword Dao Academy, a cry of surprise rang out.
"What? Su Lin went to the War Academy!?"
Duan Changkong looked at the disciple in front of him.
"Yes, Teacher, it is absolutely true."
The disciple was trembling slightly; he could clearly sense Duan Changkong's displeasure. If a Heavenly King Level martial artist was in a bad mood, it was possible they might accidentally injure him.
But there was no help for it; Duan Changkong had previously ordered him that as soon as there was any news about Su Lin, he must quickly come to inform him.
"There are actually people who go to that hellhole, the War Academy? What kind of bewitching soup did that guy Luo Hengqiang feed Su Lin?"
"That dump is just a bunch of lunatics who would risk their lives for credits!"
"Su Lin running over there is simply ruining his own future!"
Duan Changkong snorted coldly in anger. Realizing he was about to lose his composure, he immediately ordered the disciple in front of him to leave. The disciple, as if granted amnesty, quickly departed.
Once the student left, Duan Changkong pressed two fingers together and slashed fiercely into the void.
Bang, bang, bang! Ten huge black iron sword stakes were instantly blasted into powder.
Duan Changkong shook his head, feeling that it wasn't satisfying at all.
In his view, Su Lin was supposed to come to the Sword Dao Academy; how did he suddenly run off to the War Academy?
He had specifically inquired about Su Lin's information; Su Lin had used astonishing sword techniques during the college entrance exam, clearly marking him as a martial artist who primarily used the sword.
He was practically the future star of their Sword Dao Academy; how could he have been snatched away by the War Academy?
"No! I must go find that guy surnamed Luo and have a word with him!"
Duan Changkong stomped his feet and shot straight into the clouds, disappearing into the sky.
The same scene was occurring not only at the Sword Dao Academy, but also at the Divine Pill Academy, the Divine Pattern Academy... and so on.
"In what way is my Divine Pill Academy inferior to that War Academy!?"
"The War Academy is just a group of reckless brutes; what a waste of talent!"
A new day began. Su Lin, wearing the black and white uniform of the War Academy, entered the academy with a cup of milk tea in his hand.
[You took a sip of milk tea, Qi and Blood + 100] [Current Qi and Blood: 19500]
"I wonder what it will be like after my talent upgrades?"
Although the milk tea shop hadn't opened yet, Su Lin was already looking forward to it.
After leasing the storefront, he had been looking for a renovation team during this time, only to discover that Shenglong University required him to hire their exclusive renovation team.
Teams from outside the school were strictly forbidden from entering the campus. Although the technical skills of Shenglong University's exclusive renovation team were top-notch, they immediately sketched out the shop style Su Lin wanted to create.
But unfortunately, the price was truly expensive! It was about twice as expensive as outside!
However, the only benefit was that he could pay in cash, saving him the trouble of having to top up his credits.
His bank card balance was now cleared out; half was handed over to the renovation team, and half was deposited into his credits, saved for hiring milk tea shop employees in the future.
It would take at least half a month for his milk tea shop to finish renovations.
Su Lin walked while thinking. He didn't notice that after entering the War Academy, he received gazes from the entire street as if he were a celebrity.
"Is that Su Lin?"
"The hottest freshman this year? He actually came to our War Academy?"
"Only first level of the Divine Aperture Realm? Isn't that a bit too low? He dares to come here? It feels like he's courting death!"
"What do you know? He's ranked thirty-ninth on the freshman leaderboard. Don't look at him as just being in the first level of the Divine Aperture Realm; I heard he instantly killed a few freshmen at the fourth or fifth level of the Divine Aperture Realm!"
"That powerful!?"
Following the route he had checked in his mind beforehand, Su Lin walked directly to where his class was today.
War Academy, A District, Classroom 1, which could accommodate hundreds of students.
At this moment, there were quite a few people in the class, and it was almost full. After seeing Su Lin arrive, the entire class suddenly went quiet.
It was evident that these people had been talking about Su Lin just before.
Su Lin found a seat and sat down. He had arrived neither early nor late, and the bell rang at this moment.
Accompanied by the bell, a man who looked heroic and formidable walked onto the podium.
"Hello everyone, I am Luo Hengqiang, the Dean of the War Academy. Welcome all freshmen to our War Academy!"
Thunderous applause immediately erupted in the classroom.
This was out of respect for a strong individual, and also out of respect for their future Dean.
Luo Hengqiang was also a Heavenly King Level martial artist, and he carried a terrifying aura of slaughter on him that was almost tangible.
It made all the students feel a chill in their hearts just by looking at him.
"At our War Academy, all freshmen will be taught in large classes."
"I will not accept any closed-door disciples, nor am I your mentor. I will only teach you some basic knowledge."
"Please remember, war is your true mentor!"
"Everything requires you to learn for yourselves on the battlefield. I presume you already know that you only have one year to lay your foundation; in your sophomore year, you will all be sent to the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races."
"At that time, if you haven't accumulated enough merit, even if you die, your corpses will only be left on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races! No one will collect your bodies!"
Listening to Luo Hengqiang's words, the group of freshmen gasped. Although most of them had heard about the rules of the War Academy in advance, hearing Luo Hengqiang say it in person once again made them feel what strictness and cruelty truly meant.
Entering the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races in their sophomore year to experience real life and death—compared to them, students from other academies were as happy as if they were staying in an ivory tower.
Just then, Luo Hengqiang spoke again.
"If you think that you will only experience life and death in your sophomore year, and that now is relatively easy, so you should seize the time to enjoy yourselves, then you are greatly mistaken."
"In fact, many people in their freshman year..."
Luo Hengqiang suddenly realized something and immediately covered his mouth and coughed dryly.
"Ahem... just kidding. What I mean is that in your freshman year, you must work even harder to lay a good foundation, and you cannot let your guard down."
"Some people paid a heavy price because they were too relaxed."
Everyone in the room felt the hairs on their bodies stand up. Luo Hengqiang's demeanor further confirmed their initial impression of the War Academy.
"Many people in their freshman year... what happened? Why did the Dean suddenly stop talking?"
"They died in their freshman year!? Is it really the academy with the highest mortality rate?"
"I heard that the missions and various secret realms for freshmen here are much more dangerous than other academies; it's normal for some people to die."
Luo Hengqiang felt that the freshmen seemed to have misunderstood something, and he immediately waved his hand and said.
"Don't misunderstand. The War Academy is not what you think. Many of your seniors have successfully made it to the end, and I believe you can too."
"The rumors outside about our academy are too exaggerated. What 'highest mortality rate'? It's obviously made up! Has anyone actually calculated the mortality rate of all academies?"
"How could such a thing exist..."
Luo Hengqiang explained.
But seeing the freshmen sitting upright and solemn below the stage, the situation hadn't eased, and Luo Hengqiang felt a bit troubled.
He looked at the seat by the window and saw Su Lin holding a milk tea in one hand and supporting his cheek with the other, his expression calm.
"Su Lin doesn't seem afraid at all."
"He really is a talent. It was worth it that I didn't even dare to go home yesterday, for fear that Duan Changkong and the other deans would come to nag me."