191: Chapter 191 This superpower is way too overpowered!

Two figures, carrying completely different vibes, burst into this top-tier Shura field.

"It hurts... it hurts so much! My money!!"

Before the person could be seen, their voice was heard first.

Gou Fugui appeared, his face deathly pale, clutching the charred remains of a burnt-out bank card as he stumbled in.

His gold-rimmed glasses were even crooked, and his entire demeanor exuded a tragic sense of "won the battle, but lost everything."

"Brother Jiang! I made it up! Wuu wuu wuu..."

Gou Fugui threw himself onto the sofa, pounding his chest in heartbreak, tears welling up in his eyes:

"That Class B physical cultivator was too tough! I tried everything, but I couldn't break through their defense!"

"There was no other way! In order not to fall behind, and not to embarrass Class F..."

Gou Fugui held up the ruined card, his fingers trembling:

"I activated my 'Money Power,' the Equivalent Exchange of Pay-to-Win Ascension!"

"I directly sacrificed this investment card I've been saving for five years—five million in total! I forcibly raised my cultivation realm to the early stage of the fourth order temporarily, and that's how I managed to blast that guy down!"

"Brother Jiang! My money is gone, my heart hurts so much!!"

"That was my future wife fund!"

"Hiss—"

The entire venue instantly erupted in a chorus of gasps.

Everyone's gaze toward Gou Fugui changed.

If everyone previously thought he was just a profiteer, now they thought he was practically a bug!

Others relied on sweat, talent, and opportunity for cultivation.

This guy's cultivation... relied on topping up?!

Buying his way up in cultivation realm with money?

What kind of cursed, overpowered Supernatural Ability is this?

If this guy managed to sneak into a bank vault, wouldn't he come out having attained the Ninth-Order Emperor realm on the spot?

Thinking of this, the people around him suddenly felt a chill down their spines.

Holy crap!

It's terrifying when you think about it!

If this profiteer really had infinite money, couldn't he just buy the Heavenly Dao itself to be his bodyguard?

Jiang You's eyelids twitched as he listened, and he hurriedly pushed his unfinished cake over:

"Fugui, you're a ruthless man."

"Quick, eat some cake to calm your nerves. Later, I'll ask Principal Pang to reimburse you... though I suspect he'll most likely play dead."

"Alright, alright, stop wailing."

Just then, Jiang You felt a chill beside him, as if something was blowing air onto his neck.

He shivered all over and whipped his head around.

"Holy crap!"

He saw that in the empty seat on the sofa beside him, a figure had appeared out of nowhere.

Mo Wu was sitting there quietly, holding a cup of hot tea. If you didn't look closely, you might have thought it was just empty air.

"You... when did you get in?"

Jiang You widened his eyes. Even with his [Eye of Tianshu], he had almost overlooked this teammate's presence while in a non-combat state.

Mo Wu smiled shyly, his voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz:

"Just when Gou Fugui was crying and yelling 'My money,' everyone was looking at him, and no one noticed the door."

"So I just walked in."

"The sensor door at the entrance didn't seem to detect me either; it almost caught me, but luckily I shrank back quickly."

At this point.

With the successful advancement of Gou Fugui and Mo Wu, plus Jiang You, Lu Xingye, and the others who were already here.

Class F already had eleven people who had entered Pool 1!

Out of the fewer than fifty spots in the entire Seed Pool No. 1, this group of "freaks" from Class F actually occupied nearly a quarter of the seats!

The other contestants in the lounge felt their scalps go numb, a chill rushing straight to their heads.

Class F, truly every single one of them was a monster!

"Hoo..."

Inside the lounge, Cong Nanshan sat slumped on the sofa, clutching a bottle of recovery potion tightly, his eyes not daring to leave the big screen for even a second.

"Two more matches..."

"As long as I can scrape through two more wins, I can make it into the top sixteen!"

"As long as I don't run into those guys..."

Cong Nanshan prayed frantically in his heart.

However, Murphy's Law tells us: the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen.

"Ding—"

A crisp and lingering notification sound made the entire lounge fall instantly silent.

On the big screen, the image flickered, and the list of four highlight matchups slowly emerged under the gaze of countless nervous eyes.

At this moment, the air solidified.

Because this round of matchmaking was as if the system was deliberately stirring up trouble—it was full of "god-tier matchups" with maximum entertainment value!

[Group 1: Peak Duel]

Red Team: Class A, Xie Fuyao (5 wins, 0 losses)

VS

Blue Team: Class F, Senior Ji Youyou (4 wins, 0 losses)

"Whoa!"

The whole venue gasped.

Xie Fuyao, who had been cruising along smoothly, had finally collided with the most toxic Rafflesia of Class F!

Senior Ji Youyou looked at the screen, a dangerous arc curving at the corner of her lips, her toxic needle spinning gently between her fingertips:

"Chief Xie, it seems even the heavens want me to test whether your water is faster, or my poison is faster."

Xie Fuyao's expression was calm, but his fingers, which were plucking the zither, paused slightly, and a hint of gravity flashed in his eyes.

This battle would not be easy to fight.

[Group 2: Class F Civil War]

Red Team: Class F, Bai Zimo (4 wins, 0 losses)

VS

Blue Team: Class F, Qiu Yunan (4 wins, 0 losses)

"Uh..."

Bai Zimo, wrapped in his sleeping bag, poked his head out and pushed up his glasses. Looking at Qiu Yunan opposite him, who was holding a book and crackling with electricity, he sighed helplessly:

"Sister Yunan, can you go easy on me later!"

Qiu Yunan remained expressionless, her lenses reflecting light: "There are no fathers and sons on the battlefield, let alone siblings. Get in the pod."

If the first two groups were matchups between the strong, then when the third group's list appeared, a shrill wail erupted from the corner of the lounge.

[Group 3: Fated Grudge Match]

Red Team: Class F, Lu Xingye (4 wins, 1 loss)

VS

Blue Team: Class B, Cong Nanshan (5 wins, 2 losses)

"No!!!"

Cong Nanshan looked at that nightmarish name and almost fell to his knees on the spot.

Lu Xingye!

That dog from Class F who was the craziest, aside from Jiang You!

If it were any other time, Cong Nanshan might have had the confidence to go head-to-head with him.

But now, it was a life-or-death match! If he lost, it was over!

And this guy Lu Xingye was notoriously reckless, with an extremely brutal fighting style. Fighting him meant losing a layer of skin even if you won, let alone now that his own mindset had already collapsed?

"Hahahaha!"

Upon seeing the list, Lu Xingye abruptly drew his long saber and laughed like a villain:

"Senior Cong! What fate!"

"I've long found you an eyesore. What kind of man keeps hiding and dodging?"

"Come! Let my long saber see you off on your final journey! Let's put a perfect full stop to your elimination!"

Cong Nanshan's face was deathly pale. Looking at Lu Xingye's excited eyes, he knew he was truly doomed this time.

However.

The most unexpected thing was the final matchup.

[Group 4: Another Class F Civil War]

Red Team: Class F, Jiang You (4 wins, 0 losses)

VS

Blue Team: Class F, Hao Yun (4 wins, 1 loss)

Seeing this list, Jiang You was stunned for a moment.

He turned his head and looked at the chubby Hao Yun, who was sitting next to him holding half a bag of potato chips.

Hao Yun was also dumbfounded.

The fat on his face trembled, and the potato chips in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter."

"Brother... Brother Jiang?"

Hao Yun swallowed and forced a smile that looked worse than crying:

"Isn't this too coincidental?"

"Considering that I peel shrimp for you..."

"Can you... hit me lightly?"