140: Chapter 140 Brother Jiang is gone

Principal Pang Ban: "..." "Are you kidding me? Your acting is way too fake! They haven't even made a move yet! You electrocuted yourself?"

[Internal Chat Group] [Right Hand (Listless)]: "Tch." "He's already down?" "My ultimate skill hasn't even finished charging yet." "Boring."

[Brain]: "Alright, wrap it up." "The goal of intimidation has been achieved." "If we keep this up, this space is going to collapse."

In reality, Faceless Man listlessly retracted the Purple Bamboo. The terrifying black thunder dragon in the sky instantly dissipated, the dark clouds receded, and sunlight poured down once again. It was as if nothing had ever happened. Except for the three Tier 5 Grandmasters lying on the ground, questioning their lives.

Faceless Man didn't spare them another glance. He turned and walked toward the deep pit, where the corpse of the Poison Python lay. "Squelch." With a casual wave, the Purple Bamboo sliced through the Poison Python's chest like a sharp blade, prying out a fist-sized beast core emitting a faint green glow. A beast core of a Tier 5 Demonic Beast!

Faceless Man casually stuffed the inner elixir and the Purple Bamboo into his ring. Then, standing in the void, he violently tore at the space in front of him with both hands. "Rip!!" The space was torn open like a piece of old cloth, creating a massive fissure. Faceless Man didn't look back, nor did he leave a single word. He stepped into the fissure, and his black trench coat vanished into the void. This left thousands of teachers and students on the scene, staring at the slowly closing fissure, unable to speak for a long time.

On this day, they witnessed a myth. As the terrifying spatial fissure in the sky slowly closed, Faceless Man's figure vanished completely. On the battlefield, only ruins remained, along with three Tier 5 Grandmasters lying in the mud pit, arranged in the shape of the character " river". The wind whistled by. About three seconds passed.

"Cough, cough..." Principal Pang Ban, who was lying in the middle, twitched his fingers slightly, then slowly opened his eyes as if he had just finished adjusting his breathing. Immediately after, Grandmaster Li Kuanglan and Commander Qiu Wanhe beside him also opened their eyes in perfect sync, as if they had received some kind of signal. The three of them didn't get up immediately; instead, they exchanged glances, seeing those four words in each other's eyes— "As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed."

"Whew..." Principal Pang Ban took a deep breath. Even though his face was smeared with mud and imprinted with a shoe print, his movements as he stood up were still full of a Grandmaster's poise. He supported himself with one hand, stood up with a dashing motion, brushed the dirt off his suit, and looked at the sky with a serious and profound expression: "Has that thief... left?"

Grandmaster Li Kuanglan also stood up, leaning on his greatsword, clutching his chest as he forcibly swallowed a non-existent mouthful of blood. His voice was low: "He's gone. Just a moment ago, I sensed the fluctuation of spatial laws. In order to escape our combined fatal strike, this person didn't hesitate to burn his life essence to forcibly tear through space and flee!"

Although Commander Qiu Wanhe's hair was frizzed up like a bird's nest, he nodded in cooperation, looking regretful: "What a pity. If he had been a step slower, my Nine Heavens Divine Thunder would have blasted him into slag. He's lucky he ran fast."

These three "old actors," with a combined age of nearly two hundred, managed to explain away a one-sided "beating" as "the enemy fleeing in fear of punishment" with just a few sentences. Although the surrounding students and teachers felt something was strange, looking at the towering backs of the three Grandmasters, they didn't dare to ask more and could only nod in agreement: "So that's how it is!" "I knew it! How could that Faceless Man possibly defeat our Principal!" "He must have used some forbidden technique to run away!"

Listening to the discussions around him, Principal Pang Ban's old face flushed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He waved his hand, swiftly changing the subject: "Alright! Do not pursue a desperate foe!" "The top priority now is to treat the wounded! Count the casualties!" "Instructors of each class! Immediately count the surviving students! Organize an evacuation right away!"

Meanwhile, hundreds of meters away from the battlefield, in the deep pit that Jiang You had originally crashed into. "Zzzzt—" A tiny spatial fissure opened silently. Faceless Man, wearing the black trench coat and mask, stepped out from it.

[Brain]: "Reached designated coordinates." "Disarm all personnel." "Kidneys, put everything into the ring, don't let anything slip." The organs were extremely skilled; in a few swift moves, they discarded the flashy outfit and turned back into that down-and-out student wearing spongebob pajamas, covered in dirt. Then, he lay down on the bottom of the pit, found a groove that had been smashed out earlier, and comfortably embedded himself inside.

[Brain]: "Mission successfully completed." "Face-slapping is over, time to get off work." "All personnel, go into hibernation to save energy." "Beep—" With a shutdown sound that only the organs could hear, the Internal Chat Group instantly went black. All the organs stopped their overclocked operations at this moment and entered a state of deep rest.

However, at this moment of absolute silence, the "person" the organs seemed to have... made a fatal mistake. It left too hastily. It seems... it forgot to let out the main consciousness it had locked in the dark room—the "Slacker Ruler" Jiang You!

Consequently, in reality, Jiang You lay quietly at the bottom of the pit, eyes tightly shut, his face pale, his breathing so faint it was almost inaudible. If you didn't look closely, this was just a freshly made corpse.

On the other side, with the death of the Poison Python, the Poison Domain formation that had shrouded the cabin also disintegrated. "Cough, cough..." Bai Lan, who had been in a semi-conscious state, trembled her eyelashes and finally woke up. She sat up groggily, rubbed her eyes, and looked at the ruins around her as memories flooded back like a tide.

"Big Brother!" Bai Lan jolted violently. She remembered the pajama-clad boy who had been kicked away by the Poison Python while trying to save her, his life or death unknown. "Wuwuwu... it's all because of me..." Bai Lan's eyes instantly turned red. Ignoring her own weak body, she stumbled to her feet and ran in the direction Jiang You had been sent flying.

Meanwhile, everyone in Class F also took action immediately. Lu Xingye clutched his chest; being blown away by the shockwave earlier had given him internal injuries, but he couldn't care about that at all right now. He pushed away Xiang Batian, who was trying to support him, his eyes frighteningly red: "Don't worry about me!" "Go find Jiang You!" "That guy... that guy did it to save people..." Lu Xingye's voice choked up; he wasn't willing to say that word, "dead."

With the support of Su Nuonuo and Junior Zhong Wu, Teacher Shen Qing also forced herself to stand up. She looked in that direction, her heart filled with endless guilt. That was her student. The top scholar she had brought. If something happened to him right under her nose, she would never forgive herself in this lifetime. "Find him alive, or find his body!" Teacher Shen Qing gritted her teeth and issued the final order.

A group of people, filled with sorrow and despair, searched frantically through the ruins and mud. Finally, that fat guy Hao Yun, who always had incredible luck, stood at the edge of a huge deep pit and let out a trembling exclamation: "I... I found him!" "He's here!"

Everyone rushed over like crazy. They saw that at the bottom of the deep pit, Jiang You was lying there quietly. His body was covered in a thin layer of dust, and his spongebob pajamas were tattered. His eyes were tightly closed, his face was as pale as paper, and his chest... showed almost no movement.

"Ji... Jiang You?" Lu Xingye called out tremblingly. There was no reaction. Gou Fugui jumped into the pit, extended his trembling fingers, and checked Jiang You's breath. In that instant, Gou Fugui's face turned deathly pale. "He's... he's not breathing..." Gou Fugui sat down in the mud with a thud, his sharp-looking glasses sliding down, and tears streamed from his eyes: "He's cold... Brother Jiang... has left."