113: Chapter 113 Next... Who will be sent to their death?

The academy's review came extremely quickly.

Less than three minutes after the red light screen on the corridor ceiling lit up, several instructors appeared at the entrance of the medical center.

The one leading them was an old instructor from the Club Management Office. He had a rigid face, his graying short hair was combed meticulously, and he carried an aura of indisputable authority.

Three people followed beside him; Lu Cheng recognized one of them—it was Instructor Qi Xiangtian.

As soon as Instructor Qi Xiangtian entered, his gaze first landed on Han Yue, who was pale-faced inside the treatment pod, and then immediately shifted to Lu Cheng. His brows knitted tightly, his eyes filled with a touch of gravity and surprise.

The old instructor from the Club Management Office raised his hand in a pressing motion, and the entire room instantly fell silent.

"The application for a high-risk wheel deathmatch between the Shengwu Society and the Zhenwu Society has been accepted by the academy."

His gaze was sharp as he swept across both sides.

"I will confirm this one more time."

The old instructor looked at President Ji Guyan:

"Shengwu Society, do you participate voluntarily?"

"Voluntarily." President Ji Guyan's voice was cold and stern, without a hint of hesitation.

The old instructor looked at Qin Zhaoye again:

"Zhenwu Society, do you participate voluntarily?"

Qin Zhaoye curled his lips into a flippant, cold sneer:

"Voluntarily."

"Regarding the stakes: all current points and credits of both sides, as well as the priority distribution rights for this month's mission earnings—do you confirm?"

"Confirmed."

"Confirmed."

The two voices rang out almost simultaneously, and the smell of gunpowder suddenly exploded into the air.

The old instructor's gaze swept heavily across the combat lineups of both sides, and he said, word by word:

"Once a surrender is called and determined by the referee, the attacker must stop immediately.

Should a death occur during the battle, neither side may hold the other accountable.

The entire deathmatch is closed; aside from the personnel of both clubs, the referees, and personnel specially approved by the academy, no one is allowed to watch.

The venue is the No. 3 Enclosed Arena. We are moving there now."

The No. 3 Enclosed Arena was hidden in the deepest part of the club combat zone.

The thick alloy doors opened in layers and then slammed shut behind them, completely isolating all external sounds.

In the center of the arena stood a dark gray alloy platform, surrounded by a transparent energy protective barrier with flowing patterns.

On the judges' stand, the four instructors took their seats one by one.

The old instructor from the Club Management Office sat in the center as the chief referee, Instructor Qi Xiangtian was on the left, and the other two instructors were on the right.

Avril's virtual projection hung in mid-air, her pink twin-tails swaying gently, but her sweet voice carried a mechanical coldness:

"The six-person wheel deathmatch between the Shengwu Society and the Zhenwu Society is about to begin. Please confirm the personnel for the first battle."

Qin Zhaoye lifted his chin disdainfully.

From the Zhenwu Society's formation, a tall, thin boy walked out slowly.

His eyes were as sinister as a snake's, and his hands wore metal knuckle dusters that glinted with a cold, ghostly blue light.

Lu Cheng's eyes were slightly cold as he stepped directly toward the arena.

President Ji Guyan's brows furrowed slightly, and he called out in a low voice:

"Lu Cheng."

Lu Cheng turned back, his tone calm:

"I said, I alone am enough."

Just as he stepped onto the arena, a light flashed at the closed entrance.

The four instructors on the platform stood up simultaneously, and even the old instructor hurriedly vacated the main seat.

A white figure walked in slowly.

Mei Wushuang wore a cold white uniform. Her features were cold and aloof, her temperament distant. Her pace was neither rushed nor slow, yet she carried an intimidating aura.

"Dean Mei." Everyone bowed in unison.

Mei Wushuang glanced indifferently at the arena and Lu Cheng. She did not head to the main seat but simply sat down casually on the nearby spectator stand:

"I am just here to watch; don't mind me."

The old instructor hesitated for half a second before sitting back down in the referee's seat.

Lu Cheng withdrew his gaze; the first opponent from the Zhenwu Society was already standing firm.

The man rolled his neck, his knuckle dusters glinting coldly, a cruel smile appearing on his face.

The referee instructor raised his hand: "First battle, both sides prepare."

His palm dropped with a boom: "Begin!"

Before the words faded, the opponent lunged like a ghost. The knuckle dusters locked directly onto Lu Cheng's throat, the high-frequency vibrating source energy tearing through the air—it was clear they intended to kill from the start.

Lu Cheng's pupils constricted slightly, and he narrowly dodged by turning his body. The force of the wind brushed against his throat, bringing a stinging pain.

The opponent did not stop, throwing a second punch at his temple and a third strike straight for his heart—every move was a lethal blow.

Lu Cheng's eyes turned completely cold.

He should have expected it; those who dared to step onto the deathmatch stage were cut from the same cloth as Qin Zhaoye.

Unfortunately...

The next second, Lu Cheng moved.

Drifting Dragon Rending Shadow!

His figure suddenly pulled out several afterimages, and with a misstep, he closed in on the opponent's center.

At the same time, Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Bad Luck was quietly activated, and the flaws all over the opponent's body could not hide from his eyes...

The left side of the head, at the junction of the skull—the weakest point in their blood energy defense.

Lu Cheng pulled back his right fist with a boom.

Collapsing Fist - Three Styles: Origin!

Three layers of force were instantly compressed into a single point and exploded with a boom.

Bang!

The fist accurately struck the opponent's head.

The lunging body suddenly froze, the head exploded on impact, and a mist of blood splattered fiercely against the protective wall, blooming into a large, glaring crimson stain.

The headless torso stumbled two steps, collapsed to its knees with a thud, and became silent.

The arena fell into instant silence.

Avril's projection flickered slightly, announcing mechanically:

"First battle ended. Zhenwu Society combatant dead. Shengwu Society, Lu Cheng wins."

Lu Cheng stood in place, his fist stained with blood.

This was not his first time killing... but this punch had been too easy. The feeling of killing someone so casually did not feel good.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had returned to calm. He looked up toward the Zhenwu Society, his voice indifferent:

"Next."

The people of the Zhenwu Society's expressions changed drastically.

They retreated subconsciously, and a hint of fear entered their eyes when they looked at the arena again.

Qin Zhaoye narrowed his eyes, the smile on his face fading.

He hadn't really expected the first person to beat Lu Cheng, after all, he was the top points holder and that man's son.

But to be wiped out in one punch without even testing his capabilities... What trash!

His fingertips tightened slightly, and he coldly pointed at someone:

"You, go up."

The burly member wearing metal arm guards turned pale, but he dared not disobey. He braced himself and stepped onto the arena, his eyes fixed on the undried blood on the ground, his legs trembling imperceptibly.

The referee instructor looked at him: "Do you continue?"

"Co...continue!"

The referee raised his hand to announce, but Lu Cheng suddenly spoke:

"Wait a moment."

He looked at the opponent, his tone calm and waveless, and held up two fingers.

"I will give you one chance to surrender. You have only two seconds; cherish it."

The member's face flushed red, and Qin Zhaoye's cold shout came from below the stage:

"What are you afraid of? Go!"

The man's eyes turned ruthless, and the red light on his arm guards surged.

Two seconds passed.

Lu Cheng shook his head:

"A pity!"

The giant roared and charged, the hooks on his arm guards glinting coldly—still a desperate, life-or-death fighting style.

Lu Cheng tapped his feet, Drifting Dragon Rending Shadow reappeared, and his true form flashed to the giant's side.

Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Bad Luck instantly locked onto the flaw: the side of the neck, where the blood energy circulation broke.

He threw a punch.

Collapsing Fist - Three Styles: Origin!

Bang!

The giant's neck twisted in a grotesque way, his head bent to one side, and his body flew sideways, slamming into the protective wall. He slid down, lifeless.

Silence shrouded the arena once more.

The smell of blood grew stronger.

"Second battle ended. Zhenwu Society combatant dead. Shengwu Society, Lu Cheng wins."

Fear completely exploded in the Zhenwu Society's camp.

The others from the Zhenwu Society were pale as paper, not daring to look at the blood-bathed figure in the center of the arena again.

A monster! This person was an absolute humanoid monster!

One punch each, killing two people in a row, crisp and clean, without hesitation. Was this really just a freshman?

The rhythm of Qin Zhaoye's fingertips tapping on the armrest paused, and the last bit of languor on his face vanished without a trace.

He stood up slowly, staring fixedly at Lu Cheng, real gravity and malice finally igniting in the depths of his eyes.

A moment later, he turned and looked at the giant over two meters tall in the shadows behind him.

The man had broad shoulders and a thick back, grayish-brown skin, and breathed as heavily as a beast. From beginning to end, he had been as silent as a mountain.

"Wang Huaxiong, you go up." Qin Zhaoye's voice was cold and hard. "No need to hold back."

The giant rose slowly, and with every step he took, the arena trembled slightly.

President Ji Guyan's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly whispered a warning:

"Lu Cheng, be careful! He is a biochemical warrior cultivated by the Qin Family. He has undergone genetic enhancement and chemical modification since childhood; his physical body far exceeds the limits of the Body Refining Realm, and his true combat power is comparable to the Meridian Opening Realm!"

Lu Cheng shook his wrist, his expression calm.

"Come."

"Third battle, begin!"

Boom!

The ground beneath Wang Huaxiong's feet exploded. His skin rapidly petrified, rough stone patterns spreading to his cheeks. Sharp stone spikes protruded from his shoulders, elbows, knees, and back. His figure expanded by a circle, and the heavy blood energy pressure made the air almost solidify.

He let out a low roar, and his giant fist swept over.

Lu Cheng did not choose to take it head-on; he deployed Drifting Dragon Rending Shadow and dodged by sticking close to him.

Bang!

The punch missed, directly denting the surface of the alloy arena.

Wang Huaxiong turned extremely fast, his stone spikes sweeping out, and Lu Cheng's afterimages were torn apart one after another.

The next instant, he spread his arms, and over a dozen fragments exploded from the stone spikes on his body, blocking all dodge routes.

Lu Cheng raised his arms to block, instantly activating Hardening Pulse.

The crisp clanging sounds were endless. Several shallow marks were cut into his arms, and as soon as beads of blood seeped out, they were dispersed by his blood energy.

Lu Cheng's breathing was steady; he roughly understood the level of the person in front of him...

What he had to do was ensure that those who dared to step onto the stage couldn't even call for surrender, so... he couldn't expose his trump cards too early.

Wang Huaxiong rushed over madly again.

Lu Cheng stomped on the ground to meet him, their fists clashing hard.

Bang!

Lu Cheng slid back half a meter, and the petrified layer on Wang Huaxiong's fist cracked with fine fissures.

Qin Zhaoye's eyes shrank violently.

Wang Huaxiong was a top-tier product of the Qin Family's biochemical modification; those in the Body Refining Realm who could take a punch from him head-on without falling were few and far between among all the freshmen!

On the arena, Lu Cheng had already circled behind Wang Huaxiong.

Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Bad Luck activated.

The cyborg's energy circulation node: below the nape of the neck, at the third vertebra. It was the thickest petrified area, yet it was the neural core.

Lu Cheng's eyes turned fierce, and he unleashed Collapsing Fist - Three Styles: Origin with full force!

Crack!

The stone armor shattered, and the giant's massive body lunged forward violently.

He turned around in a rage, all his stone spikes standing on end, his blood energy going berserk.

Lu Cheng did not give him the slightest chance.

Drifting Dragon Rending Shadow flashed continuously, his fist shadows like thunder.

First punch, shattered the left shoulder stone armor!

Second punch, broke the right arm's bone spike!

Third punch, pierced straight through the chest!

The collapsing force exploded in layers, and the sternum collapsed.

Wang Huaxiong swayed, still wanting to counterattack.

Lu Cheng stepped back half a step and threw the final punch, straight at the throat.

Bang!

The head snapped backward, the body crashed down, and the arena shook violently.

"Third battle ended. Zhenwu Society combatant dead. Shengwu Society, Lu Cheng wins."

Wang Huaxiong, dead.

The people of the Zhenwu Society didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Even the Qin Family's trump card biochemical monster had been killed with one punch; what difference was there between them going up and just going to die?

Qin Zhaoye's expression sank completely, black energy faintly surging around him.

Troublesome.

Lu Cheng was ten times more troublesome than he had anticipated!

Mei Wushuang sat on the spectator stand, her fingertips lightly resting on the armrest, her gaze fixed on Lu Cheng from beginning to end, never shifting for a moment.

Qin Zhaoye was silent for a moment, then pointed to another member beside him.

That person was pale as paper, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Qin Zhaoye walked up to him, his voice lowered to the extreme:

"You, go up. The Qin Family will remember your family."

The man's body trembled, his eyes struggling for a few seconds before he finally gritted his teeth and nodded.

Before stepping onto the arena, he quietly crushed a black-red capsule.

Lu Cheng saw it clearly.

The rules of the deathmatch were loose; as long as prohibited drugs were brought in beforehand, the referees would not interfere.

The drug's effect erupted rapidly, and the member's aura surged crazily. His skin turned crimson, veins bulged, the whites of his eyes were covered in bloodshot streaks, and he looked like a mad demon.

"Lu Cheng..." He panted heavily, roaring out.

Lu Cheng looked at him, his tone calm:

"If you surrender now, there is still time."

"Let's begin!"

"Fourth battle, begin!"

The man's speed surged, and he lunged like a mad dog.

Lu Cheng dodged sideways and punched him in the abdomen.

Bang! The man doubled over and spat blood, yet he didn't seem to feel it, his short blade slashing straight at Lu Cheng's eyes.

Lu Cheng frowned, seized his wrist, and delivered a fierce knee strike to his ribs.

Crack!

The sound of ribs breaking was clear and piercing. The opponent still roared and counterattacked; his pain sensation was completely suppressed by the drug.

Lu Cheng's fist shadows were continuous, delivering heavy blows to his shoulder, chest, and chin one after another.

The man was beaten back repeatedly, blood spraying wildly, the short blade in his hand flying out of his grip, and finally he collapsed to his knees, his whole body trembling violently.

Lu Cheng raised his fist.

The opponent's pupils shrank, the crazy drug effect instantly dissipated, overwhelmed by fear, and he screamed hoarsely:

"I... I surrender!!"

"Stop!" The referee instructor immediately shouted to halt.

Lu Cheng's fist stopped one inch from his forehead, the wind from the punch blowing back his messy hair.

The man collapsed completely, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood, still shaken.

"Fourth battle ended. Zhenwu Society combatant surrendered. Shengwu Society, Lu Cheng wins."

Lu Cheng slowly withdrew his fist, blood droplets dripping from his knuckles onto the arena.

Drip.

Drip.

The sound was piercingly clear.

The remaining people of the Zhenwu Society lowered their heads one by one, their eyes darting away; no one dared to look him in the eye again.

Fear spread like a plague, and everyone had been beaten until they lost their temper, their arrogance, and every bit of fighting spirit.

Qin Zhaoye stood below the stage, his face livid, his knuckles white, and the air pressure around him frighteningly low.

Lu Cheng stood in the center of the arena, bathed in blood, his gaze slowly sweeping across everyone in the Zhenwu Society.

His voice was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer! Striking everyone's heart:

"Next... who's coming to die?"