102: Chapter 102 is locked?

At the exit of the Mist Swamp.

Class C's homeroom teacher, Old Wang, was approaching the massive vortex of the light gate at a sprinter's speed.

"Almost there!"

"As long as I pass through this gate, I can contact the outside world and have the principal bring people in for reinforcements!"

Old Wang felt a surge of joy and accelerated again, his Legs moving so fast they were almost a blur.

However.

Just as he was less than fifty meters away from the light gate and about to dash out.

"Hum—"

The originally calm air suddenly rippled with an eerie, dark green distortion.

A terrifying pressure, cold, damp, and reeking of blood and decay, instantly squeezed in from the void in every direction!

The strength of this pressure was such that it made Old Wang, a Tier 4 early-stage martial artist, feel as if he had fallen into an ice hole!

"What is this!"

Old Wang was shocked and instinctively tried to brake.

But it was all too late.

The space around him seemed to turn into viscous glue, and countless transparent threads, invisible to the naked eye, had filled the area without him noticing.

"Since you've come... why are you in such a rush to leave?"

A hoarse, sharp voice that set one's teeth on edge echoed eerily in Old Wang's ear.

Immediately after.

Under his terrified gaze, a pitch-black crack split open in the void ahead.

A large hand covered in blue-black scales, with nails as sharp as knives and dark green venom dripping from between its fingers, slowly reached out from the darkness.

"Bang!"

Old Wang only had time to raise his arms to block.

But the strength of this large hand was astonishing; it completely ignored his defense and casually slapped him in the chest.

"Pfft—"

Old Wang spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward like a kite with a broken string before crashing heavily into the muddy ground.

Before he could get up, the large hand followed like a shadow, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him into mid-air.

From deep within the dark crack, a slender, black-robed man with a sinister face slowly walked out.

His pupils were vertical, emitting a faint green light, and he stared fixedly at Old Wang with mockery and cruelty.

"Is this a teacher from Magic City Martial Arts University?"

"Too weak."

The sinister man licked his lips, revealing a forked tongue:

"I originally intended to kill you directly..."

"However, keeping you alive seems more useful."

"After all, this good show has only just begun, and there must be a few spectators to witness it, right?"

"Crack."

The sinister man applied slight pressure with his fingers, and a burst of poisonous gas instantly entered Old Wang's body, sealing his meridians and consciousness.

Old Wang rolled his eyes back and passed out completely.

The sinister man held the hundred-plus-pound Teacher Wang in one hand, then looked up at the massive blue light gate.

"Hehehe..."

"Since so many people have arrived, then... let's close the door and beat the dog."

He raised his hand and tapped lightly at the massive light gate.

A mass of dark green toxic mist instantly surged out, crawling over the entire light gate like a living creature.

Hum!

The originally blue spatial vortex was instantly dyed a despair-inducing dark green, and it quickly solidified, turning into an impenetrable wall of poison!

The instance dungeon... completely sealed!

...

Deep in the Mist Swamp, a mysterious valley.

After passing through the seemingly endless gray fog, the scenery before him suddenly opened up.

The ground he had been treading on, that nauseating, squelching black mud, had suddenly turned into soft, fragrant green grass.

The gloom that never seemed to dissipate overhead was gone, replaced by sunlight that was warm but not blinding.

Jiang You stepped onto the lawn, looking at the scene before him that resembled a paradise, and was completely stunned.

"This..."

Jiang You rubbed his eyes, looking at the cozy little wooden house enclosed by a fence not far away, and then at the thriving Chinese cabbage and white radishes in the small plot of land beside it.

A giant question mark slowly appeared in his mind.

"I didn't walk for that long, did I?"

"I only got lost for about... two hours?"

Jiang You looked at the wooden house with an expression of disbelief and asked a soul-searching question:

"Are those animals in Class F... that quick with their hands and feet?"

"I was only gone for a little while, and they already finished building a house?"

"Is this the speed of a construction maniac? Did they just turn on creative mode?"

Jiang You sighed at his classmates' "diligence" while swaggering into the vegetable patch.

He looked down at the succulent radishes, but his brow furrowed, and an expression of dissatisfaction appeared on his face:

"Tsk tsk tsk, although the house was built quickly, this standard of living is not up to par."

"All radishes and cabbage?"

"Where are the chickens? The ducks? At the very least, they should be raising a cow, right?"

"How can we just eat vegetables? We're here for special training, not to become monks!"

[Internal Chat Group]

[stomach (extremely sensitive)]:

"Wait! Don't complain!"

"These radishes are not right!"

"Such rich spiritual energy! These radishes are Tier 3 spiritual plants!"

"Forget about the meat! Pull one out and taste it! This stuff is nourishing even eaten raw!"

Although Jiang You couldn't hear the [stomach]'s instigation, his stomach had long been growling with hunger, and his eyes were fixed intently on the succulent radishes.

The radish's emerald green leaves shone in the sunlight, and its roots were round and plump, clearly full of juice.

He bent down and reached out to grasp the leaves of a radish that had half of its white, chubby body exposed.

"Up!"

With a "pop."

A large radish, as thick as a forearm, crystal clear, and even glistening with dew, was pulled out.

Jiang You didn't mind the dirt, wiped it casually on his clothes, and took a bite.

"Crunch!"

Crisp and pleasant.

Juice overflowed.

"Mmm... sweet! Really sweet!"

Jiang You's eyes lit up. While chewing the radish, he walked toward the wooden house, mumbling his evaluation: "Although there's no meat, the texture of this radish is actually quite good, like a pear."

However.

When he walked up to the white-painted wooden fence and observed the wooden house at close range, he finally discovered a blind spot.

The walls of the wooden house were covered in withered vines.

There was even a thick layer of moss growing on the steps in front of the door.

Even the wooden door exuded a sense of weathering from exposure to the elements, with much of the paint peeling off.

Jiang You stopped chewing the radish.

He swallowed the radish in his mouth, touched his chin, and his eyes became profound:

"That's not right..."

"This house looks... like it wasn't just built?"

"This patina... this antiquing craftsmanship..."

"Even a profiteer like Brother Fugui couldn't possibly make a house look this old in half an hour, right?"

Jiang You slapped his thigh suddenly, realizing:

"Oh no!"

"I'm in the wrong place!"

"This is definitely not Class F's camp! This must be... an illegal structure left behind by seniors who came for special training before!"

Jiang You held the radish in his mouth, freed up his hands, and began a highly rhythmic and aggressive pounding on the large iron gate that didn't look very sturdy.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Is anyone home?"

"Folks! Open up!"

"Community service... no, wait, a passing student coming to ask for a drink of water!"

Jiang You knocked loudly enough to shake the sky, completely lacking any self-awareness as an intruder.

He knocked for about a minute.

Finally, a rustling sound of slippers came from inside the house, followed by a soft, glutinous female voice that sounded like it had just woken up, filled with sleep-deprived grumpiness, and even a hint of grievance and anger:

"Aiya! Stop knocking, stop knocking!"

"You're going to break the door!"

"Didn't I say just leave the delivery at the door! Don't disturb my sleep!"

"Creeeak—"

The door was pushed open from the inside.

A young girl wearing pink footie pajamas, with two fluffy ears on her head and a life-sized body pillow in her arms, walked out, looking puffed up with anger.