188: Chapter 188: First Day's Points Ranking Released

However, the situation was special now. Qiu Yunan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the thunderous power that was almost bursting out of her body.

Xie Fuyao looked at the few people blocking in front of Jiang You, his eye twitching slightly.

If it were a one-on-one fight, he would fear no one.

But if he were to be besieged by these few Tier 4 madmen, even he would have to pay a painful price.

The momentum of both sides collided violently in the air. For a moment, the atmosphere in the lounge was tense, as if a single spark could ignite the entire room.

Just at this critical moment, "Ding-dong!!"

"Attention students, attention students."

A gentle yet emotionless electronic female voice suddenly came from the lounge's broadcast:

"Today's selection match schedule has concluded. The Virtual Combat Center will close shortly for system maintenance and spiritual energy replenishment."

"Please leave the venue in an orderly fashion. The second day of the competition will begin tomorrow morning at eight o'clock."

"Repeating once more..."

This sudden broadcast was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the powder keg that was about to explode on the field.

The stalemate atmosphere instantly loosened.

Xie Fuyao took a deep breath, and the phantom of the Weak Water swirling around him slowly dissipated.

He took a deep look at Jiang You, who was protected by the others, and then swept his gaze across Senior Ji Youyou and the others, snorting coldly and withdrawing his aura.

"Consider yourselves lucky."

Xie Fuyao straightened his sleeves, returning to his gentle and jade-like appearance:

"It's too late today. Since the school is closing, I will give the school administration some face."

"Jiang You, and everyone in Class F."

He turned and walked out, leaving behind only a light sentence:

"Go back and have a good sleep tonight. After all… this might be the last good dream you have in this competition."

The others from Class A saw this, put away their stances, glared fiercely at Class F, and left with Xie Fuyao.

"Tch, stop acting so high and mighty."

Lu Xingye sheathed his blade and raised his middle finger at Xie Fuyao's back: "If the broadcast hadn't sounded, I would have made him witness what a true Black Flame Purgatory is!"

Jiang You poked his head out from behind everyone and yawned:

"Alright, alright, let's all disperse."

"Working for a whole day... ah no, fighting for a whole day, I'm exhausted."

"Let's go, let's go. Fugui and I earned fifty thousand today. Let's go out for a meal tonight!"

...

Night fell, and the campus of Magic City Martial Arts University was brightly lit.

Although today's matches were temporarily over, the enthusiasm of the teachers and students across the school had not diminished at all.

At this very moment, whether in the cafeteria, dormitory, or on the playground, everyone was looking down at their phones, refreshing the [Hundred Schools League Internal Selection, First Day Leaderboard] just published on the official school website.

This list not only represented honor but also the landscape of the highest combat power of this generation at Magic City Martial Arts University!

The members of Class F were sitting in a private room at a hotpot restaurant called "Big Tycoon," with the aroma of steaming hotpot filling the air.

"It's out! It's out!"

Gou Fugui was swishing tripe in the pot while holding up a tablet for everyone to see: "The latest rankings! Look!"

Everyone's eyes looked over in unison.

[First Place]: Senior Year Class A, Xie Fuyao (3 wins, 0 losses)

Without any controversy.

As the school's number one, although Xie Fuyao had his mentality messed with by Jiang You at the last moment and didn't get to fight, his previous three consecutive victories, all of which were crushing defeats for his opponents, allowed him to firmly occupy the top spot.

However, when everyone's gaze moved down to the second place, everyone was stunned.

Even Jiang You, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

[Second Place]: Class F, Lu Xingye (3 wins, 1 loss)

"Holy crap!"

Gou Fugui widened his eyes, looking at Lu Xingye, who appeared calm but was actually shaking with secret delight: "Old Lu! When did you rush to second place?"

"You actually beat Gu Changfeng?"

Everyone vaguely remembered that the battle between Lu Xingye and Gu Changfeng was earth-shattering, but because Jiang You caused trouble later, everyone didn't pay much attention to the result.

Unexpectedly, this guy actually won!

"Hmph."

Lu Xingye put down his cup, his face looking nonchalant, as if he had just done a trivial thing: "Gu Changfeng's sword is indeed fast, but my blade is faster!"

"A mere second place, nothing to boast about."

"My goal is to step on Xie Fuyao's head and reach the top!"

Although he was acting pretentious, everyone had to admit that this guy really had some skills. 3 wins and 1 loss; this record was definitely top-tier in Pool 1.

Looking further down.

[Third Place]: Class F, Senior Ji Youyou (2 wins, 0 losses)

[Fourth Place]: Class F, Qiu Yunan (2 wins, 0 losses)

[Fifth Place]: Class F, Bai Zimo (2 wins, 0 losses)

The whole room was in an uproar!

In the top five, except for the first-place Xie Fuyao, the remaining four were all from Class F!

Even Bai Zimo, that shut-in who usually curled up in a sleeping bag, actually managed to sneak two consecutive victories?

The list continued downwards.

[Sixth Place]: Class A, Gu Changfeng (2 wins, 1 loss)

[Seventh Place]: Class F, Xiang Batian (2 wins, 1 loss)

...

And at the end of the list of strong contenders with two wins, one name appeared particularly glaring and particularly miserable.

[Nineteenth Place]: Class B, Cong Nanshan (2 wins, 2 losses)

This former Junior Year Chief, because he first lost to Xie Fuyao and then to Jiang You, had now dropped directly to the edge of the advancement zone!

"Tsk tsk tsk, Senior Cong is so miserable."

Although Gou Fugui said it was miserable, the schadenfreude on his face couldn't be hidden: "Two wins and two losses. If he loses one more match tomorrow, he'll likely drop out of the top twenty and miss out on the final roster."

"Who told him to be so stubborn and provoke Brother Jiang?"

As for Jiang You...

Because he was a newcomer to Pool 1 and had only fought one match, although his win rate was 100%, his points were temporarily ranked only 25th.

At this moment, Jiang You was picking up a pair of chopsticks with top-quality beef, following the golden rule of "seven up, eight down" in the boiling red oil pot, his eyes focused as if he were performing a delicate surgery: "Rankings and such are all empty; only the meat in your stomach is real."

"Come, Bai Lan, open your mouth, ah—"

"Ah—"

Beside him, Bai Lan, like a fledgling bird waiting to be fed, opened her mouth wide in extreme cooperation, swallowed the beef Jiang You fed her in one bite, and happily squinted her eyes, her two fox ears twitching.

"Delicious! Big Brother, this meat is so yummy, so yummy!"

Watching these two foodies, one big and one small, acting as if no one else was around, the members of Class F, who were originally discussing tactics and rankings enthusiastically, suddenly felt bored.

Also, talking about a sense of honor with these two guys with peculiar thought patterns was simply like playing the lute to a cow.

"Waiter! More meat! Another ten plates of lamb! Five plates of tripe! And two portions of duck intestines!"

Xiang Batian stacked the empty plates like a small mountain, munching and chewing while mumbling indistinctly: "Brother Jiang is right! Carbohydrates and protein are the source of strength!"

"There are still tough battles to fight tomorrow, I must store up enough energy!"

"My muscles are cheering; they are craving this baptism full of calories!"

Gou Fugui pushed up his glasses, looking at the ever-increasing menu. Although his heart was bleeding, his face wore a smile of "pain and happiness."

He took out his calculator and pressed it with a clatter: "Eat, eat. Anyway, we didn't lose money today, and we even made a small profit from Zhang Kuang."

"However..." Gou Fugui suddenly looked up at Lu Xingye, who was struggling with a quail egg: "Old Lu, can you stop staring at that quail egg with that look like you're looking at an enemy? Did it offend you?"

Lu Xingye was holding his chopsticks, confronting the quail egg in his bowl with a deep expression.

He didn't pick it up directly but used a posture as if he were condensing sword energy, chanting in a low voice: "Round sealed object..."

"Are you trying to challenge my patience?"

"Very well, then before I devour you, let me first grant you... the opportunity to be reborn in the red oil purgatory!"

After saying this, he stabbed his chopsticks down fiercely, but the quail egg "slid" away, splashing red oil all over his face.