115: Chapter 115 You're despicable!

On the arena, the flames slowly dissipated.

The golden-white holy radiance and black-red torrents of fire swirled in mid-air for a few turns before finally extinguishing, leaving only a large scorched mark on the alloy platform.

The spot where Qin Zhaoye had been standing was empty.

Not even a single bone remained.

The enclosed arena was silent for several full seconds, until someone, voice trembling, squeezed out a sentence.

"Dead... is he dead?"

As soon as those words were spoken, several people in the spectator stands shivered on the spot.

"A direct descendant of the Qin Family just died at school??"

Someone nearby stared blankly, their lips turning white.

"Is that the point?"

"Was that really damage a student could deal just now???"

As these words fell, more people looked toward the center of the arena.

Lu Cheng was still standing there.

The Holy Dragon Armament had already receded, the flame horns above his head dissipated bit by bit, and the Dragon Scale Holy Armor turned into streams of light, retracting back into his body.

His chest heaved violently, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his complexion was somewhat pale.

Even with 2.6 times compression, the consumption from using Holy Dragon Roar was indeed massive.

Lu Cheng lowered his hands, his fingertips slightly numb.

He looked down at the spot where Qin Zhaoye had disappeared, his gaze calm.

This person deserved to die.

From when Han Yue was beaten into a medical pod, to threatening Xia Xi and Qian Shuying, and then pushing an experimental product like Li Bucheng onto the stage, every step Qin Zhaoye took was walking toward his own death.

Mei Wushuang sat in the stands, her fingertips resting on the edge of the railing, a trace of surprise flashing through her cold, clear eyes.

She had seen geniuses before.

Navigator Academy had never lacked geniuses.

But the destructive power Lu Cheng had erupted with just now completely exceeded the scope of any Body Refining Realm practitioner she had seen so far.

Even she hadn't expected that Lu Cheng would be terrifying to this extent...

A moment later, Mei Wushuang's gaze fell on the spot where Qin Zhaoye had disappeared, a flash of coldness in her eyes.

Well killed.

Some people, if left alive, would only continue to cause more trouble.

President Ji Guyan stood below the stage, the cuffs of his white clothes still somewhat disheveled from the shockwave.

He watched Lu Cheng on the stage, stunned for a moment.

On that face, usually gentle and calm, a look of obvious bewilderment appeared for the first time.

President Ji Guyan quickly regained his composure.

He took a step forward, his voice clear and bright, directly overriding all the noise in the arena.

"This deathmatch was entirely Zhenwu Society bringing trouble upon themselves!"

Everyone looked at him in unison.

President Ji Guyan stood very straight, his white clothes like snow, his brows and eyes turning cold.

"Zhenwu Society intentionally injured Shengwu Society members first, and Qin Zhaoye followed up with provocation, threats, and forced combat. The deathmatch application was confirmed by both parties and recorded in its entirety by the academy's central system."

He raised his eyes, looking at everyone.

"If anyone wants revenge, Shengwu Society, and I, President Ji Guyan, will take it on!"

As these words fell, the atmosphere in the arena changed once again.

Several new students watching the match had their expressions change, a hint of complexity in their eyes.

Both parties involved were supposed to keep this deathmatch confidential.

But in the academy, such confidentiality could basically only suppress things for a while.

As long as someone wanted to spread it, the news would leak eventually.

The Qin Family's influence was not small.

Qin Zhaoye was dead; the Qin Family would absolutely not act as if nothing had happened.

President Ji Guyan stepping forward now made his meaning very clear.

Behind Lu Cheng, at least the Ji Family was supporting him.

Avril's projection hovered in mid-air, her pink twin-tails swaying gently, data streams flashing rapidly in her eyes.

"Event recording complete."

"The high-risk deathmatch between Shengwu Society and Zhenwu Society has ended."

"Zhenwu Society combatants, including Qin Zhaoye, are deceased."

"Gambling settlement process initiated."

Her sweet voice held no emotion, yet it made quite a few people feel a chill down their spines.

The old instructor sat at the judge's bench, rubbing his brow with his fingers.

He was genuinely worried.

How many days had it been since school started?

A student had already died in the enclosed arena.

And it was a direct descendant of the Qin Family.

The old instructor looked at Lu Cheng, then at President Ji Guyan, and finally let out a long sigh.

"This year's selection..."

His voice dropped.

"It's not going to be peaceful."

Instructor Qi Xiangtian, on the other hand, had a cold and stern expression.

He looked at the old instructor, his tone very direct.

"The procedure was legal, and the results were completely recorded by the central system."

The old instructor glanced at him.

"I know it was legal."

His head ached even more; it was precisely because it was legal that it was troublesome.

Below the stage, Su Wan was also watching Lu Cheng, her fingers tightening slightly.

She admitted that she definitely couldn't withstand that strike from just now.

However...

Su Wan's gaze fell on Lu Cheng's heaving chest.

He was panting heavily.

This move was likely a finishing move skill; it had extremely high burst power but also massive consumption.

As long as one could dodge that most critical strike, he would enter a state of weakness afterward.

Su Wan's eyes flickered, and she kept this judgment in her heart.

On the arena, Lu Cheng caught his breath for a few moments, then raised his hand and gave President Ji Guyan a thumbs up.

"Brother Ji, you're a real one."

President Ji Guyan's lips twitched slightly.

"Come down first; your legs are a bit shaky."

Lu Cheng was very honest. "It was cool and all, but the mana consumption was real."

Xia Xi immediately ran up and reached out to support him.

"Are you okay?"

Lu Cheng waved his hand.

"It's not a big problem; just need to rest a bit."

Avril quickly completed the settlement on her end.

All points, credits, and priority allocation rights for this month's mission earnings held by all Zhenwu Society combatants were transferred into the gambling pool.

Because of Qin Zhaoye's death, the Zhenwu Society president's authority was automatically revoked.

Because Zhenwu Society core members were defeated, dead, or had surrendered, the club's qualification entered mandatory review.

The review result came quickly.

Avril announced with a smile.

"Zhenwu Society no longer meets the minimum club structure requirements."

"Club dissolved."

The remaining people from Zhenwu Society had ashen faces; they hadn't expected the club, which hadn't been established for long, to be gone just like that.

Soon, the gambling points and credits were all settled, totaling 280 points. Li Bucheng had no points, and the credits totaled 400 points; they were all people who weren't short on money.

When the numbers popped up, Lin Yifang's eyes went wide.

"Holy crap... isn't this too much?"

President Ji Guyan looked at the light screen and turned to Lu Cheng.

"These points and credits all belong to you."

Everyone from Shengwu Society nodded one after another.

No one had any objections.

Today's deathmatch was basically carried by Lu Cheng alone.

Them getting on stage was at most just to make up the numbers.

If they had really been left to face people like Wang Huaxiong, Li Bucheng, and Qin Zhaoye, the outcome would have been hard to say.

Lu Cheng looked at the numbers on the light screen and was silent for two seconds.

"Not necessary."

President Ji Guyan was slightly taken aback.

Lu Cheng raised his hand and tapped on the settlement interface.

"I'll take half, and you all take the remaining half."

"Brother Lu..."

Lu Cheng interrupted him. "Shengwu Society was just established; training resources, medical resources, mission preparations—everything requires credits. As for the points, we can't have everyone come for nothing this time, right?"

Several people looked at each other, and finally whispered:

"Thank you."

Lu Cheng smiled.

"We're one club; no need to be so polite."

President Ji Guyan looked at him, his gaze softening a bit.

"Okay."

Avril quickly completed the distribution according to Lu Cheng's request.

"Distribution complete."

"Account credited for Lu Cheng."

"Account credited for Shengwu Society public account."

After the deathmatch ended, the group did not stay in the arena area for long.

Li Bucheng was taken away separately by the academy's medical personnel.

Mei Wushuang personally had people seal his physical data and raised the relevant permissions to the academy level.

Lu Cheng glanced at it but didn't ask further.

His head felt a bit heavy now, and his body was tired.

The group went back and rested for a while.

By evening, President Ji Guyan had directly booked the most luxurious restaurant private room in the school, saying it was to welcome Lu Cheng, and also to celebrate Shengwu Society officially establishing itself.

The restaurant was on the highest floor of the academy's commercial district.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling transparent windows, one could see the lights of the entire campus, and the training tower in the distance was still lit with blue-white beams of light.

The private room was filled with high-grade beast meat, stewed soups with source plants, spirit rice wine, and a pile of dishes Lu Cheng couldn't name.

As soon as Lin Yifang entered the door, he couldn't hold back.

"President is generous!"

Xia Xi's eyes also lit up.

"This meat smells so good!"

After sitting down, Qian Shuying scanned the menu and raised an eyebrow.

"This meal isn't cheap, right?"

President Ji Guyan said indifferently:

"Shengwu Society isn't short of this bit tonight."

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere finally relaxed.

The sense of bloodiness brought by the deathmatch during the day was diluted by the hot soup, the smell of alcohol, and the noise of the crowd.

Lin Yifang was flushed from drinking and insisted on toasting Lu Cheng.

"Brother Lu! From now on, you're my own brother!"

Lu Cheng glanced at him.

"Don't you dare throw up on me!!"

Everyone laughed.

President Ji Guyan sat next to Lu Cheng and personally poured him a glass of wine.

He had changed into light-colored casual clothes today; the collar was buttoned very neatly, and the cuffs were fastened cleanly.

But up close, Lu Cheng realized that his skin was excessively pale, his eyelashes were long, his nose bridge was clear and straight, and his lip color was on the lighter side.

His Adam's apple was so shallow it was almost invisible, and his wrists, exposed from the cuffs, were a bit too slender.

Even though his demeanor was still that of a refined young noble, when the light fell on him, there was an indescribable beauty in his brows and eyes.

President Ji Guyan raised his wine glass and said earnestly:

"Brother Lu, thank you for today."

"Honestly, I wasn't confident I could beat Li Bucheng."

Lu Cheng blinked.

"Brother Ji, aren't you being too humble?"

President Ji Guyan shook his head.

"There are quite a few problems with him; if I had gone on stage, even if I could win, I would have had to pay a price."

He paused for a moment, his voice lowering a bit.

"Qin Zhaoye bringing him here today, the target should have been me."

Lu Cheng took a sip of wine.

"Then his judgment is off; he picked the wrong person."

President Ji Guyan looked at him and suddenly smiled.

Lu Cheng stared at him for half a second, his heart skipping a beat.

Holy crap.

Why is Brother Ji suddenly a bit pretty?

Damn it.

I must be really drunk; I'm even finding a guy good-looking.

Lu Cheng immediately picked up his glass to calm his nerves.

"Come on, drink!"

President Ji Guyan didn't notice his anomaly, just assuming he was happy, and accompanied him in another drink.

This meal lasted until very late.

Lu Cheng deliberately didn't use his Qi and blood to dispel the drunkenness.

Killing people casually makes it easy for one to become numb.

People who disregard life usually end up with a very ugly outcome.

So, tonight, he let himself get drunk.

After the alcohol hit, Lu Cheng's words were noticeably more frequent.

One moment he was patting Lin Yifang on the shoulder saying you kid are suitable to be a dog-headed strategist, and the next he was pointing at Chen Zhanfeng saying it's a pity your muscles aren't used to move bricks.

Chen Zhanfeng had a dark face, nearly crushing his glass.

Xia Xi laughed until she was lying on the table.

Qian Shuying also rarely curved her lips.

By the time the party broke up, Lu Cheng was already walking unsteadily.

President Ji Guyan originally wanted to arrange for someone to take him back, but Xia Xi and Qian Shuying stood up at the same time.

"We'll just take him back."

After the two said this, they looked at each other.

The air was quiet for a second.

Su Wan stood to the side, looked at the drunk Lu Cheng, then at the two of them, and finally said calmly:

"I'll go back to cultivate first."

She walked away very decisively.

Xia Xi supported Lu Cheng's left arm, and Qian Shuying supported his right, helping him all the way back to the villa.

After returning to the room, Lu Cheng was placed directly on the bed.

He still carried a faint smell of alcohol, his hair was a bit messy, and his jacket was wrinkled.

Xia Xi stood by the bed, her fingers clutching the corner of her clothes, her face getting redder and redder.

Qian Shuying looked at her.

"What are you trying to do?"

Xia Xi whispered:

"You... tell me, Lu Cheng is covered in the smell of alcohol, should we, help him wipe himself down?"

Qian Shuying stared at her, her gaze very subtle.

"I think you're just lusting after his body; you're shameless."

Xia Xi's face turned completely red instantly.

"I am not!!"

Qian Shuying turned her head to look at Lu Cheng on the bed.

Lu Cheng's eyes were closed, his breathing steady, and the drunkenness made his brows and eyes lose some of their usual sharpness.

Qian Shuying was silent for two seconds, then immediately turned back.

"But I think what you said makes sense."