149: Chapter 149 Brother, I'm tough enough, right?

On the podium.

Principal Pang Ban had specially changed into a brand-new suit today, with his hair combed until it was slick and shiny. Apart from a slight bruise on the bridge of his nose, he still looked like an unfathomable expert.

"Ahem!"

Principal Pang Ban spoke into the microphone, his voice booming like a bell:

"Students!"

"Although there were some... ahem, minor accidents during this Mist Swamp special training."

"However! This only further proves the unyielding tenacity of our Magic City Martial Arts University students!"

"Especially certain students from Class F, who displayed courage at critical moments that is worthy of everyone's learning!"

"Facing invincible and powerful enemies, they were able to burst forth with astonishing potential, and even when trapped in desperate situations, they never gave up their resistance! This spirit of doing the impossible is precisely the most precious quality of us martial artists!"

Scattered applause rang out from below the stage.

Principal Pang Ban changed the subject, his expression becoming serious and impassioned:

"However, our journey is to the stars and the sea!"

"What are these minor setbacks?"

"Today, I want to announce a major event!"

He waved his hand, and a line of glittering golden characters instantly lit up on the big screen behind him — [The 36th Great Xia University Championship, Hundred Schools League]!

"This is not just a competition!"

"This is the highest stage for all students from hundreds of martial arts universities across Great Xia to display their strength!"

"It is even more of a critical battle that will determine the distribution of resources among major universities for the next four years!"

Principal Pang Ban's voice was full of temptation:

"The champion's prize this year will be unprecedentedly generous!"

"In addition to the usual pills, weapons, and academic credits..."

"It also involves the priority exploration rights to a newly discovered S-rank dungeon — [Dragon Fall Abyss], which is rumored to contain the ruins of ancient gods!"

"It is even rumored that there is Divine Source there that can allow martial artists to be reborn and even touch the power of rules!"

Upon hearing the unfamiliar term "Divine Source."

The students below might have just felt it sounded impressive without understanding it.

But inside Jiang You's body, the Internal Chat Group, which had been in standby mode, exploded instantly as if a nuclear bomb had been thrown into it!

[Internal Chat Group (All Members Rampaging)]

[Kidneys (Issuing a piercing alarm)]:

"Divine Source!!"

"Did I hear that right? Is that old man talking about Divine Source?"

"Not spiritual energy! Not essence blood! It's Divine Source!"

"That is the purest and highest-level crystal of divine power that only exists in high-dimensional worlds!"

"Taking a breath is worth ten years of bitter cultivation! If we could get a piece..."

[Brain (Data stream refreshing crazily)]:

"Retrieving keywords: Dragon Fall Abyss, Ancient God Ruins, Divine Source."

"Must go! We must join in on this!"

"This is no longer a question of eating a buffet; this is a question of whether we want to evolve into gods!"

[Right Hand]:

"Fight! We must fight!"

"What Hundred Schools League? Isn't it just a bunch of brats fighting?"

"Make this Slacker Ruler sign up! We want to go crush some noobs! We want to go grab the entry ticket!"

...

In reality.

Jiang You, who had been leaning against Junior Zhong Wu's coffin lid and sleeping soundly.

Suddenly felt his Kidneys heat up, his right hand tighten, and his stomach twitch.

"What the f***?"

Jiang You woke up with a start and wiped his drool:

"What's going on?"

"Why do I suddenly feel... like my body has been hollowed out, yet it also seems filled with power?"

"Could it be that I ate too much and have indigestion from last night?"

Just then, Principal Pang on stage was making his final mobilization:

"In order to select the strongest team to represent our school!"

"Starting next Monday, a school-wide selection tournament will be held!"

"As the class that performed excellently in the special training, all members of Class F are mandatorily enrolled!"

"And Student Jiang You from Class F! As the top scorer of this year's College Entrance Examination in Jiang City, he will serve as the captain of Class F and lead the team into battle!"

"Whoever dares to slack off at this critical juncture..."

Principal Pang pushed up his glasses and revealed a smile like an old fox:

"I will send him to Teacher Shen Qing to be a sparring partner!"

"What?"

Jiang You's eyes nearly popped out when he heard this.

"Mandatory enrollment?"

"And I have to be the captain?"

"And go compete?"

"I'm not going! I want to sleep! Isn't it better to leave such fighting and killing to those overachievers in Class A?"

Jiang You just wanted to raise his hand to protest, or even pretend to faint from illness.

But the next second.

His body... betrayed him.

[Brain]:

"Refusal invalid."

"Forcibly taking over vocal cord nerves."

"Shout out our momentum for me!"

In Jiang You's horrified gaze, he stood up from the coffin lid involuntarily.

He straightened his back, and in the silence, raised his right hand, gathered his breath in his dantian, and let out a deafening roar:

"Class F, Jiang You! Order received!"

"This championship! I'm going to take it!"

"The championship is mine! Whoever tries to grab it dies!!"

This shout swallowed mountains and rivers, its sound shaking the nine heavens!

If you didn't look at his face, just listening to this voice, this tone, and this determination that even carried a hint of murderous intent, anyone would think this was some hot-blooded anime protagonist making a declaration before a battle.

However.

When the echo of this bold declaration was still reverberating over the playground.

Jiang You, the person involved, had already cracked.

He maintained that shameful posture of his right arm raised high, fist clenched tight, his whole body stiff as a piece of air-dried cured meat.

His eyes rolled wildly, his pupils filled with horror, confusion, and deep suspicion of his own mental state.

"What the f***?"

"What the f***, what the f***, what the f***?"

Jiang You's heart was experiencing a magnitude 10 earthquake:

"Who was talking just now?"

"Was it me? That voice seemed to come out of my mouth?"

"But in my head, I was clearly thinking, 'Not going, not going, I'd rather die than go'!"

"How does my mouth have its own thoughts? And why is it speaking so fluently?"

"It even came up with villain lines like 'whoever grabs it dies'?"

Jiang You tried in horror to put his hand down, but he found that his right hand was as motionless as if it were in a cast.

[Right Hand]:

"Brother, I'm tough, right!"

...

"It's over..."

"I'm possessed!"

"Definitely possessed!"

"Did I eat a dirty radish in that dilapidated wooden house before? Or am I possessed by the vengeful spirit of that dead Poison Python?"

Jiang You's face turned pale; he even wanted to find a Taoist priest on the spot to exorcise his spirits.

It wasn't just Jiang You who was dumbfounded.

The group of "fellow patients" from Class F around him were currently suffering from shock as if they had been hit by a dimensional reduction strike.

"Clang!"

Lu Xingye's eyes widened instantly as he looked at his roommate, who usually found even turning over too tiring and wished he could grow into his bed, now looking like a war god who had been injected with ten pounds of adrenaline.

"Is... is this Jiang You?"

Lu Xingye's hand trembled as he pointed at Jiang You and turned to look at Gou Fugui beside him:

"Fugui, pinch me."

"Am I not awake yet? Or am I under an illusion?"

"That king of salted fish who would rather lie down than sit, and sit than stand... actually said he wants to win the championship? And wants to kill anything that stands in his way?"

Gou Fugui's glasses even slid down to the tip of his nose, and the calculator he used to calculate exchange rates fell to the ground with a "snap" and broke into two pieces.

He swallowed, looked at Jiang You's still-raised right hand, and suddenly seemed to realize something. He jumped up suddenly and shouted at Jiang You:

"No! This isn't right!"

"This is definitely not Jiang You!"

"Jiang You must have been possessed by some dirty thing!"

Gou Fugui looked terrified; he even pulled a yellow talisman from his pocket that he didn't know where he got, and waved it at Jiang You from a distance:

"Monster! No matter who you are! Get off Jiang You immediately!"

"Give his lazy soul back to us!"

Even Mo Wu, who had always lacked presence, poked his head out from the shadows at this moment and added weakly:

"Um... is it possible that Brother Jiang was driven crazy by the huge prize money?"

"After all... that's Divine Source, I heard it's very valuable."