219: Chapter 219 The List is Released

"What did you just say... you are what to this Pool 2?"

Facing the question from Xie Fuyao, which was calm to the point of being bone-chilling, the leg that Zhang Kuang had originally stepped out to show off with froze mid-air.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

Looking at the three big shots on the sofa, who were radiating a terrifying aura of "strangers stay away, acquaintances also want to kill," Zhang Kuang's brain spun faster than an electric fan.

"I... I am a... waiter for this Pool 2!"

Zhang Kuang instantly plastered a fawning smile on his face that looked worse than crying. He took the opportunity to pull a pack of tissues from his pocket, trotted over while bent at the waist, and began to wipe the coffee table, which had absolutely no dust on it, with extreme proficiency:

"Um... Chief Xie, I saw that this table was a bit dirty, so I specifically came over to wipe it! You all chat, you all chat, don't mind me..."

"Bang!"

A slender palm pressed down onto the coffee table.

Xie Fuyao slowly stood up and stretched his neck, which made a crisp cracking sound.

"No need to wipe it anymore."

Xie Fuyao's gaze was cold as ice: "It just so happens that I also want to try... whether I can beat a Tier 4 early-stage martial artist to a pulp using only fists and kicks, without using Supernatural Ability."

Beside him, Cong Nanshan also stood up with a sinister grin, his finger joints turning white as he squeezed his iron walnuts: "Old Xie, be quick. I also need to practice my feel."

Although Gu Changfeng didn't speak, he silently unbuckled his scabbard, seemingly intending to use it to whip someone.

"Se... several big brothers, it's a misunderstanding, it really is a misunderstanding!"

Zhang Kuang was still clutching the pack of tissues, a smile worse than crying hanging on his face.

As he retreated, he pointed at the Class A combat uniform he was wearing—which he had thought looked majestic just a moment ago but now seemed glaringly conspicuous—and forced an explanation:

"Actually... this is my work uniform! I'm on a work-study program! I'm specifically responsible for the hygiene and cleaning of Pool 2 and... and emotional counseling! Wuwuwu..."

"I'm really not here to compete, I'm here to wipe the table... Can you let me go? I forgot to turn off my gas tank at home..."

Cong Nanshan strode forward and, like picking up a chick, grabbed Zhang Kuang by the collar and hoisted him into mid-air.

"A waiter, huh?"

Cong Nanshan's large face leaned close to Zhang Kuang, red light flashing in his eyes, his tone gentle enough to make one's hair stand on end:

"Since your service is so good, could you please cooperate with our rehabilitation training?"

Cong Nanshan extended his other hand and pointed to the combat pod next to them, which had just opened and looked like a pitch-black coffin, squeezing an unquestionable command through his teeth:

"Open the hatch yourself."

"Understand?"

Three minutes later.

Accompanied by a shrill and rhythmic scream, Zhang Kuang, along with his dream of being the "King of Pool 2," was shattered.

He became the first stepping stone for these three big shots to reshape their Dao hearts and return to Pool 1.

...

The next two hours were a complete nightmare for the other students at Magic City Martial Arts University.

Because there was a brief vacuum in the high-end combat power of Pool 1—with the main force of Class F advancing and the Three Phantom Gods dropping in rank—the remaining contestants in Pool 1 were of uneven skill levels.

This gave the few remaining "fish that slipped through the net" from Class F an excellent opportunity.

"Boom!!"

Inside the virtual battlefield of Pool 1, flames soared into the sky.

Su Nuonuo, carrying an RPG rocket launcher larger than herself, looked blankly at the junior student opposite who was holding up a white flag to surrender.

"Eh?"

Su Nuonuo blinked her large eyes, feeling somewhat incredulous:

"How come it feels... like this Pool 1 is even easier to fight in than Pool 2?"

Following the brutal performances of Jiang You, Lu Xingye, Qiu Yunan, and others, the whole school now knew that Class F was an asylum where everyone was a monster.

Contestants with weaker mental fortitude would lose three points of courage before even fighting the moment they saw their opponent was from Class F.

Thus, Su Nuonuo, the little girl who originally struggled a bit in Pool 2, was actually like a fish in water in Pool 1, bombing her way up all the way!

Meanwhile, on the side of Pool 2, it was a different scene.

Xie Fuyao, Cong Nanshan, and Gu Changfeng—the "Three Phantom Gods of Senior Year"—were absolutely bloodthirsty as they raced to kill their way back to Pool 1 before the deadline.

They abandoned their previous aloof fighting styles and became extremely pragmatic, fierce, and efficient.

What grace?

What holding back?

Non-existent!

Enter the match, instant kill, exit, queue again!

The entire Pool 2 was plowed over again and again by these three gods of slaughter, with cries of misery echoing everywhere.

Finally.

When the hour hand pointed to five in the afternoon.

Accompanied by the final whistle of the last match, this thrilling Hundred Schools League internal selection tournament, full of twists and turns and antics, finally came to an end.

On the central big screen, the final [Roster of Twenty] was officially released!

Topping the list was a neat string of "F"s.

[1st Place]: Class F, Jiang You (7 wins, 1 loss, first to advance)

[2nd Place]: Class F, Hao Yun (7 wins, 0 losses)

[3rd Place]: Class F, Bai Lan (7 wins, 0 losses)

[4th Place]: Class F, Qiu Yunan (7 wins, 1 loss)

[4th Place]: Class F, Lu Xingye (7 wins, 1 loss)

[6th Place]: Class F, Senior Ji Youyou (7 wins, 1 loss)

...

In the top ten, Class F directly occupied eight seats!

This was an unprecedented feat in the history of Magic City Martial Arts University!

And after the tenth place were the three "Avengers" who had returned with murderous intent.

[12th Place]: Class A, Xie Fuyao.

[13th Place]: Class B, Cong Nanshan.

[15th Place]: Class A, Gu Changfeng.

Although their rankings were lower because they had dropped in rank and had to retrain, no one dared to underestimate these three ruthless people.

Because everyone could see that after this "one-day tour of hell," the eyes of these three had changed, becoming more terrifying and more unfathomable.

...

In the evening, the sun set.

Principal Pang Ban stood on the podium, looking at the twenty elites lined up below, his old face smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum.

Especially when seeing Jiang You standing at the very front, Principal Pang Ban couldn't help but want to roar to the sky:

"I bet correctly! This all-in of mine, I bet correctly!"

"SSS-rank Supernatural Ability! Everyone advanced! Class F is truly the number one foundation of Great Xia!"

Principal Pang Ban cleared his throat, picked up the microphone, his voice booming like a bell:

"Ahem! Students!"

"After two days of fierce competition, the twenty-person roster representing our Magic City Martial Arts University in the Hundred Schools League has been finalized!"

"You are the pride of the school! You are the hope of the future!"

"Now, I announce the final grouping roster!"

According to the rules of the Hundred Schools League, each school sends out two teams, each team having eight main players, with the remaining four as substitutes.

"[Magic City Martial Arts University Team 1] roster is as follows:"

"Captain: Jiang You!"

"Team members: Xie Fuyao, Qiu Yunan, Senior Ji Youyou, Lu Xingye, Xiang Batian, Bai Lan, Gou Fugui!"

As soon as this lineup came out, the whole audience was in an uproar.

It was too luxurious!

Led by the SSS-rank freak Jiang You, plus Xie Fuyao, the former number one who knew shame and became brave, and paired with the bunch of ruthless people from Class F...

This configuration was simply aimed at smashing the Hundred Schools League to pieces!