173: Chapter 173 Match Successful! Class F, Lu Xingye!

In the time that followed, Seed Pool No. 3 ushered in a one-sided slaughter.

Without any suspense, Jiang You, accompanied by Bai Lan, were like two fierce tigers charging into a flock of sheep. After tearing through Pool 4 with unstoppable force, they swept through Pool 3 with the same thunderous momentum!

Whether it was a genius from the second year, a wily veteran from the third year, or even some seniors from the fourth year, all were equal before Jiang You's glowing blue fists.

Regardless of what Supernatural Ability or fighting style the opponent had.

In front of this youth, who appeared lazy but had hands glowing with an eerie blue light, none of them could last more than ten rounds!

"A dark horse! This is the biggest dark horse of the year, damn it!"

"What 7.9 Vitality value? That data is absolutely fake! I bet he's at least 20.0!"

"Too brutal! What on earth is that blue light? It shatters upon contact and injures with a graze; it's impossible to defend against!"

"Class F... is really going to defy the heavens this time!"

Following the commentator's hoarse roaring, Jiang You's name swept through the entire selection tournament leaderboard with unstoppable momentum.

From the "free points baby" in everyone's mouths to the "school-wide nightmare" that now struck fear into people's hearts.

He only needed one afternoon.

"Whew..."

Emerging from the combat pod once again, Jiang You rubbed his slightly sore wrists. Looking at the surrounding gazes—which had previously mocked him but were now filled with awe—he felt incredibly satisfied.

"Is this what it feels like to be the protagonist?"

Jiang You chuckled and looked up toward the end of the rest area, at the door leading to the highest stage: Seed Pool No. 1.

"I wonder if Old Lu and the others are getting impatient waiting up there."

"Just one more level and I can reunite with everyone..."

Meanwhile, at the top of the pyramid: Seed Pool No. 1.

The originally quiet lounge had finally become a bit livelier.

As time passed, the fighting in Pool 2 gradually yielded results.

New faces kept pushing the door open and entering. Although everyone was fighting with mental projections and their physical bodies were uninjured, the continuous high-intensity slaughter left these newly promoted contestants pale, their eyes revealing undisguisable exhaustion and mental drain.

Some even leaned against the wall and rubbed their temples vigorously the moment they entered.

Currently, the number of people in Pool 1 had increased from the initial 20 to 35!

"Hahaha! I made it up here too!"

A hearty laugh rang out as Xiang Batian rushed in, covered in sweat. Although his mental energy was severely depleted, his excited nerves overcame the exhaustion.

Following closely was Hao Yun. The chubby guy looked confused, as if he had lucked out and matched with a few opponents who happened to have diarrhea and couldn't concentrate, allowing him to inexplicably win enough matches.

Subsequently, Junior Zhong Wu and Ye Li also stepped into this room, which represented the highest combat power in the entire school.

At this point, most of Class F's core members had reunited in Pool 1!

"Looks like everyone is just about here."

Xie Fuyao scanned the room and nodded slightly.

Just then, a teeth-gritting sound of frantic pounding on a pod cover suddenly erupted from a combat pod in the corner of the lounge.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Immediately after, Lu Xingye's wild laughter, distorted by extreme excitement, came from inside the pod, audible even through the thick soundproof glass:

"Hahahaha! Connected! Finally connected!"

"Heaven has eyes! The 'Black Flame Dragon' inside me finally doesn't have to be suppressed anymore!"

At this moment, Lu Xingye's chunibyo seemed to have entered a state of complete berserk. He was dancing around in the combat pod, muttering to himself.

Phrases like "Darkness descends" and "Abyssal roar" were endless, causing other class contestants who had just entered the lounge to glance sideways, their eyes filled with strangeness and confusion.

Xiang Batian and Hao Yun were already used to it and just rolled their eyes helplessly.

"This guy... is at it again."

Xiang Batian slapped his forehead, "I hope he doesn't scare his opponent into surrendering right away!"

It turned out that just around the time Xiang Batian and the others entered, a second-year student named Wang Xiaoming, who had just managed to advance with heaven-defying luck after a series of narrow victories, stepped into Seed Pool No. 1 full of excitement.

This fellow clearly hadn't grasped the sinister ecosystem of "fishing law enforcement" in Pool 1.

Seeing the room full of big shots drinking tea and chatting, he assumed everyone wasn't ready yet and thought to himself: "I'll just take advantage of the chaos and play a match. If I win, it's a huge profit; if I lose, no loss. Anyway, I've already made it into Pool 1, which brings honor to my ancestors!"

So, with a naive expression, he found an empty pod, lay down, and pressed [Start Matchmaking].

The next second. [Match Successful!] [Opponent: Class F, Lu Xingye (Fourth Order Initial Stage, Starving and Thirsty Version)]

... Inside the virtual battlefield.

The moment Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes, before he could even see what the map was, he felt a terrifying murderous aura rushing toward him, like a wild wolf that had been starving for three days and three nights finally seeing meat, almost knocking him unconscious on the spot.

"Awoooo!!!"

On the opposite side, Lu Xingye didn't pose like an expert at all, nor did he wipe his blade.

He looked just like a madman who had just been released from a mental hospital, waving his broken blade, his eyes glowing with green light, with tears of excitement even threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes:

"Come on! Come quickly and please me!"

"Do you know how long I've waited? Do you know that my fingers were about to cramp from pressing that damn button?"

"Feel the pain! Feel the fury that has been sealed inside me for three hours!!"

"Roar of the Black Flame Dragon, Withered Crown, Ghost Slash of Black Flame Purgatory Kill!!!"

Boom!!!

Poor Wang Xiaoming didn't even get to shout, "Big Brother, please have mercy!" before Lu Xingye's blade—wrapped in long-accumulated resentment and blade intent—sliced him, his shield, and even the virtual floor beneath his feet in two!

[Combat Ended!] [Time Taken: 1.5 Seconds!]

Central spectator hall.

The crowd, which had been boiling over Jiang You's continuous winning streak, suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Just a moment ago, the big screen dedicated to Seed Pool No. 1 had lit up for an instant. Countless eyes expecting a duel between top experts looked over in unison.

After all, that was the legendary Pool 1! Anyone pulled out from there was a Fourth Order big shot; that level of combat, even just watching the opening move, could be highly beneficial!

However, just as everyone craned their necks and hadn't even brought their sunflower seeds to their mouths, the image on the big screen flickered like an old television with a bad connection.

With a "fizz," it lit up. That was the afterimage of Lu Xingye drawing his blade. Immediately after, with a "pop," it went black.

And then, the huge [Victory] sign was already plastered in everyone's faces. The whole process was so fast that it was as if everyone had collectively hallucinated for a second.

"Uh..." A student holding popcorn kept their mouth open, staring blankly at the screen: "That... what just happened?"

"Did I blink? Or did the director accidentally switch to the wrong channel?"

The student next to them was even more dumbfounded, frantically slapping the back of the chair in front: "No way! Where's the footage? Where's the action?"

"I, damn it, had my pants off... ah no, I had my emotions all built up, and you just show me a results screen?"

"Hiss—" The combat pod door opened.

Lu Xingye walked out looking refreshed and glowing, as if he had just had a deep-tissue massage, his whole being sublimated.

He tossed his hair and huffed arrogantly: "Hmph, pathetic." "Not even qualified to make me release the first seal."

On the other side, when that unlucky Wang Xiaoming was carried out of the pod, his eyes were rolled back, he was foaming at the mouth, his whole body was twitching uncontrollably, and he was mumbling incoherently: "Madman... that's a madman..." "Mom... I want to go home..."

Watching this scene, everyone in the lounge fell silent. Cong Nanshan swallowed hard and silently gripped the iron walnuts in his hand even tighter. Fortunately, he hadn't clicked match just now. This Lu Xingye... he was really stifled! He was practically a mad dog!