72: He is a freshman, didn't you know?

The moment Chi You Phantom appeared, it directly shattered the students' psychological defenses.

A male Archer, disbelieving, fired three Hurricane Arrows at Chi You Phantom.

The arrows made no mark upon impact, losing all power and scattering on the ground.

They couldn't even scratch him!

The strength of the Ancient Shadow was based on the Panda's own attributes, multiplying its phantom power, so this level of attack wasn't even a tickle.

"Damn it! This Special Training Camp's opponent is a bit much!"

Someone yelled, a sentiment deeply shared by the other geniuses.

It wasn't that they gave up resisting; it was that the opponent before them was simply irresistible!

In previous Special Training Camps, Instructors were at most Tier 2, and even if there were those above Tier 3, they would intentionally restrain their strength...

After all, this dungeon type was called 'Battle Royale'.

It mainly tested teamwork between teams, the cooperation of various geniuses, and their ability to adapt to crises, serving as Special Training for future international battlefields and Abyss exploration.

But this time, the Instructor was directly a big boss!

What kind of team cooperation mission was this?

They clearly didn't intend for them to survive!

Seeing everyone so disheartened,

Ye Ze, as the Instructor, immediately prepared to offer guidance, encouraging them:

"If you're weak, train more..."

"Oh, no, I mean... never mind. In short, the future is promising, keep up the good work!"

Across from him, the thirty students' moods became even more complex.

However, Ye Ze was in a good mood, waving his hand and smiling at everyone:

"Goodbye."

As soon as he spoke, Chi You Phantom took a step forward.

Accompanied by an enormous Martial Saint Aura, this step shattered the entire Vanguard City.

The violent tremor it caused was like a mountain collapse, and the barren land, covered with jagged rocks, cracked with fissures resembling turtle shell patterns, an overwhelming force like a bursting sky, crushing and engulfing everyone.

"Killed 30 trial participants, gained +30000 experience!"

"Ding! Your level has increased to: Level 16!"

"Talent—You have received one 'Infinite Gold Perk' draw!"

"Awesome!"

Amidst the sound of collapse, Ye Ze received such a large wave of experience all at once for the first time!

His experience bar, which was more than halfway to the next level, was not only filled directly but also had half a bar extra.

"Level: 16 (15075/31600)"

Moreover, this single step from Chi You Phantom even earned over ten thousand military merits...

It's estimated that when the headquarters established the Instructor position, they never imagined an Instructor could earn tens of thousands of military merits in the Special Training Camp!

...

In fact, the headquarters not only hadn't thought of that...

They also hadn't thought that an Instructor could actually eliminate all the students!

And, he actually had the strength to eliminate all students!

"Wan Feipeng, is this what you call below Tier 3?"

"If this is below Tier 3, I'll eat the projection screen right now!"

Several high-ranking officials from the headquarters, and even the heads of the West China, South China, and Huabei District regions, couldn't hold back.

From the projection, the Ancient Shadow's final blow was even considered top-tier combat power among Tier 3!

Everyone stared at Wan Feipeng with ill intent, but found that he was still staring blankly at the projection.

Wan Feipeng was equally shocked internally, 'What the hell? When did this kid Ye Ze become so fierce?'

"Old Wan, you've really messed up this time!"

The Huabei District head sighed, "You'd better be prepared to explain to the Special Training Camp students and the forces behind them."

In most people's judgment:

They all believed that Wan Feipeng had found a Tier 3 expert to impersonate a Tier 2 Instructor and cause trouble in the Special Training Camp.

Although this was outrageous, Wan Feipeng had the guts to do it!

And now, all the students were eliminated, which meant the Special Training Camp was essentially for nothing...

The cumulative losses, big and small, amounted to more than hundreds of millions?

Furthermore, with the Instructor eliminating all students, the forces behind these geniuses would surely be extremely displeased...

Not to mention the time and effort spent, wasn't this a severe blow to their own younger generations?

Sure enough...

Before the dungeon even ended, a group of family elders burst into the monitoring department, led by those from the Leng family of Central China and the Zhu family of West China:

"Wei Zheng! Give us an explanation!"

"What's the meaning of your Instructor? His strength clearly violates the rules!"

"You run a Special Training Camp, and then you let your Instructor eliminate everyone? Are you playing games?"

"Also, it's one thing to damage my Leng family's mechs, but why can the Instructor also snatch equipment? And he snatched five pieces!"

"And my son Zhu Xiao..."

The elders from various prestigious families and clans were filled with righteous indignation, rushing in to demand an explanation.

This was tough for the guards; there were too many people to stop.

But on the other hand, Wei Zheng, the head of Central China in charge, remained calm and composed in front of everyone, seemingly unconcerned.

"Everyone, don't rush."

Wei Zheng smiled faintly, gesturing for everyone not to crowd, then nudged Wan Feipeng...

"Explain it, don't let me take all the blame here."

Others unfamiliar with Wei Zheng might think this was 'the wrongdoer is to blame,' letting Wan Feipeng take the fall.

But Wu Ming didn't think so...

He, Wan Feipeng, and Wei Zheng were childhood friends, mischievous companions, and also brothers and comrades-in-arms. Wei Zheng was the oldest of the three, so calling him 'big brother' wasn't wrong.

Even if Wan Feipeng truly made a mistake, Wei Zheng would definitely step forward to send everyone away, then separately educate Wan Feipeng later.

But now...

Wu Ming was certain that Wei Zheng recognized Ye Ze; he recognized Ye Ze as a new student this year!

Since he's a new student, are Ye Ze's actions still a big deal?

But looking at Wei Zheng's expression, Wu Ming became wary instead... It seems my East China talent might be in danger!

At this moment, Wan Feipeng stepped forward.

Without any sign of guilt, he was all smiles and full of vigor!

Pointing at the dozens of family elders in front of him, he said, "Actually, I think our Instructor said something quite good..."

"If you're weak, train more!"

Upon hearing this, the elders of dozens of geniuses were almost enraged.

"What do you mean, Wan Feipeng!?"

"Are you planning to use your Tier 6 strength to forcibly silence us?"

"Although we don't have Tier 6, we're not to be trifled with!"

The crowd who came to demand an explanation was agitated, clenching their fists, but no one dared to step forward again.

Wan Feipeng waved his hand, "I mean, the talents you've cultivated are too weak!"

"If you lose, isn't it normal to be eliminated?"

"Besides, if this wasn't a dungeon, let alone snatching a few pieces of your equipment, even if you were crippled, it would still be because you were inferior!"

After a cold snort, Zhu Xiao's father, a Tier 5 Martial Artist, stepped forward:

"Hmph! Of course, I know what you're saying! I also came up through those times!"

"Between the younger generations, I don't care how they fight!"

"But this Instructor you arranged is clearly above Tier 3! Do you think I can't tell?!"

Hearing this old Martial Artist's statement, all the parents nodded, their momentum growing stronger.

Wan Feipeng grinned, his smile becoming increasingly unrestrained.

"Alright, then I'll show you this Instructor's information..."

"By the way, after you've seen it, everyone sign a non-disclosure agreement for me!"

...

Outside the monitoring department, at the medical camp.

Students who failed and were eliminated from the dungeon were all gathered here, receiving treatment for injuries or resting if unharmed.

Liu Anran leaned against the camp tent, listening to Luo Yao's sorrowful whimpers as she clung to her:

"Wuwu~ We tried so hard, but we still didn't win..."

Liu Anran, like comforting a child, helplessly stroked Luo Yao's head...

During her time as a special recruit in Central China, only Luo Yao was particularly clingy to her, and it remained the same even after the Special Training Camp ended.

Hearing Luo Yao's words, Chu River, not far away, quietly said without joy or sorrow:

"Shouldn't I be the one crying?"

"All my paintings are gone... There are only four days left until the college entrance exam, and I have to start drawing from scratch again!"

Chu River didn't even dare to imagine how many sleepless nights he would have to endure in these four days.

Upon hearing this, Luo Yao turned to look at him and weakly said, "Then you'll just have to cry by yourself..."

With that, she hugged Liu Anran tightly, as if asserting her claim.

Chu River's veins bulged around his eyes.

Suddenly, Cold Maple came looking for them, and seeing Liu Anran, he rejoiced:

"Anran! Captain Anran, the Special Training Camp might restart!"

"My elders went to the headquarters; that Instructor's strength violated the rules, so our failure isn't our fault!"

"But I knew all along, if I hadn't encountered a Tier 3 Instructor, I wouldn't have lost so badly..."

Finally, Cold Maple spoke with a confident smile, trying to salvage some face.

And, if the Special Training Camp were to reopen, perhaps he could perform well again!

As he was thinking, he heard Liu Anran say with a strange expression:

"Tier 3?"

Liu Anran shook her head and chuckled, "Oh, you probably don't know Ye Ze..."

"He's also a new student this year; his level is at most Tier 1. If we couldn't beat him, it could only be a matter of strength. How could the Special Training Camp possibly restart?"

At these words, the surroundings instantly fell silent, as if everyone thought their ears were malfunctioning.

Especially Cold Maple, who froze for a moment, then asked with a stiff expression:

"What... new? Student?"