225: Chapter 225 Don't disappoint me, knife-wielder!

Because this Hundred Schools League concerned the exploration rights for the new dungeon [Dragon Fall Abyss], Principal Pang Ban had truly spared no expense. He not only booked an entire floor of luxury executive rooms but also waved his hand generously to arrange an individual room for each of the twenty team members!

This made Gou Fugui, who was used to being stingy, thump his chest and stomp his feet in heartache the whole way, repeatedly crying out, "The Principal is muddled! If only this money could be cashed out for me; I could actually just sleep in the hotel hallway!"

In the hallway.

"Jiang You" and Lu Xingye walked side by side to the doors of their respective rooms.

Lu Xingye stopped and turned around.

He didn't speak, but instead extended his right fist, wrapped in bandages covered with mysterious runes, hovering in mid-air, and watched "Jiang You" with his deep, single eye.

"Jiang You" curled the corner of his mouth into a wicked, cold smirk and slowly extended his left fist, gently bumping it against Lu Xingye's.

"Thud."

Lu Xingye's body trembled slightly, as if he had felt some kind of soul resonance in the collision of this fist.

He actually truly understands me...

"Arch-rival..."

Lu Xingye lowered his voice, his tone filled with a sense of determination to face death unflinchingly:

"Tonight, let your Demon Body rest well."

"Tomorrow night's social gathering might just be a trap. Those ants who fancy themselves geniuses will surely swarm toward us like moths to a flame."

"Before that, I will polish the long blade in my hand, ready at any moment to... clear the way for you."

"Jiang You" indifferently withdrew his hand and replied in a metallic voice devoid of emotional fluctuation:

"I will leave my back to you."

"Do not disappoint me, Blade Bearer!"

After speaking, "Jiang You" swiped his card, pushed open the door to his room with a "beep," and left behind only a cold and domineering silhouette before disappearing behind the door.

Meanwhile, in the hallway, Lu Xingye remained in the fist-bump position, a hot tear of emotion streaming from the corner of his eye:

"He... he actually entrusted his back to me!"

"Damn it, Haki-You, you guy, why must you trust me so much! If one day you truly become the Demon King, how could I bear to lay a hand on you!"

"You damn bastard!"

...

Inside the room.

"Jiang You" had just entered, not even taking off his shoes.

[Internal Chat Group]

[Brain]:

"Alright, the posturing is done, and the energy consumption was a bit high. Everyone enter sleep mode and return this body to the Slacker Ruler."

[stomach]:

"Wait! I smelled roast duck downstairs earlier. Shouldn't we have a late-night snack before sleeping?"

[Legs]:

"Eat, eat, eat!"

"Eat your head! Log off immediately! I'm already tired from standing!"

With a wave of mental fluctuation.

The organs quickly retreated, hiding in the deepest parts of Jiang You's body.

The moment Jiang You's body lost the support of the "substitute fighter," it was as if its bones had been removed, and with a "thump," it fell face-first onto the luxury bed that was a full two meters wide.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

"Haaaah!!!"

Jiang You gasped sharply, and like a corpse coming back to life, he bolted upright from the bed that was as soft as a cloud!

His eyes were wide open, his pupils trembling violently, gasping for air, his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

"Holy f*ck, holy f*ck, holy f*ck!!!"

Jiang You grabbed his hair tightly with both hands, his eyes filled with extreme terror and disbelief.

"What on earth... just happened to me?"

His memory was still clearly fixed on the hotel lobby downstairs.

He clearly remembered that he was faking an illness, preparing to muddle through with his "weak and powerless" acting.

But suddenly, it was as if he had been locked in a dark room!

He could see what he was doing, could hear what he was saying, but he just couldn't control his own body!

"That was definitely not sleepwalking! I was perfectly conscious!"

"That wicked, cold smirk, that look like he was watching trash... this isn't a temperament I could possibly possess!"

"And just now in the hallway, I was actually reciting lines solemnly with that chuunibyou, Old Lu? What Demon Body, what Blade Bearer... I was so embarrassed I could've dug a hole through my shoe soles with my toes!"

Jiang You swallowed, feeling a chill run down his back as a hair-raising thought uncontrollably emerged.

"Possession!"

"I have definitely been possessed by some unclean old monster!"

"Or maybe I've been possessed by some remnant soul!"

Jiang You's face turned deathly pale, and he even began to suspect if his "surge in strength" over the past few days was also because of this reason:

"No wonder I suddenly got stronger! No wonder I could beat a Peak Fourth-Order! It was all that old monster using my body to fight for me!"

"There is no free lunch in this world; he's fighting for me now, but he'll definitely devour my soul later!"

"No! Absolutely not!"

Jiang You rolled around on the bed in anxiety:

"I have to save myself! I need to hurry and find some Taoist priests to perform a ritual!"

"I also need to buy some sticky rice, black dog blood, peach wood swords, and the like!"

"Right! Go find Fugui! That kid has wild connections; he can definitely get a consecrated second-hand peach wood sword. Although he might rip me off, saving my life is more important!"

Jiang You threw off the quilt and prepared to rush out barefoot.

For a salted fish who was determined to survive until the grand finale, this sense of crisis about being "possessed by an unknown entity" was even more terrifying than the sky collapsing.

However.

Just as he ran to the center of the room and was about to pull open the door.

"Click."

Because his movements were too rushed, Jiang You accidentally bumped into the smart switch panel on the wall.

Instantly, all the lights in the room turned on, casting a warm, luxurious, and cozy yellow glow.

Jiang You's footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

He looked up.

What came into view was a super-large executive suite measuring a full sixty square meters.

Beneath his feet was a Persian rug said to be hand-woven from Third-Order spirit sheep wool, soft as if stepping on clouds.

Above his head was the soft glow emitted by a crystal chandelier.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the decadent, dazzling night view of the Imperial Capital was fully in view. The soundproof glass completely isolated the noise from the outside world, and it was so quiet that he could only hear his own rapid heartbeat.

"This..."

Jiang You blinked, the terror in his eyes fading slightly.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the other side of the room.

There, a transparent, temperature-controlled mini-fridge was placed.

A delicate note was stuck to the fridge door: [Respected Captain Jiang You of Magic City Martial Arts University, all special spirit fruit drinks, iced fat-happy water, and high-tier blood-qi recovery fluids inside the fridge are provided free of charge and without limit by the Organizing Committee. We wish you a pleasant stay.]

Under the lights, the rows of cold, steaming happy water and those bright red spirit fruits in the fridge seemed to be issuing a deadly temptation to Jiang You.

"Gulp."

Jiang You swallowed his saliva unworthily.

His gaze moved again.

Finally, it locked firmly onto that luxury bed he had just been lying on—a full two-point-two meters wide, covered in top-tier silk quilts, and looking so comfortable it made one want to die on top of it.

That bed... it was really so soft!

It was simply a haven custom-made for a top-tier salted fish like him!