360: Chapter 360 Lu Xingye: Why did you put money in my ring?

As soon as these words came out, the hearts of the few people from Class F turned completely cold, as if they had fallen into a bottomless abyss of ice.

The opponent not only knew about their final trump card, but also told them in a flat, matter-of-fact tone: "It's useless, don't struggle."

If even a life-saving trump card refined by a Tier 5 Grandmaster could be forcibly nullified, how were they supposed to play?

In the face of an absolute disparity in strength, any resistance seemed laughable.

"Sigh..."

Gou Fugui, like a deflated balloon, let out a helpless sigh filled with the philosophy of life: "What the hell else can we do? Just give it to him. Losing money to avoid disaster is better than losing one's life."

Everyone wore a bitter expression and bowed their heads in resignation.

Others are the knife and chopping board, we are the fish and meat.

This is the cruelest law of the jungle in the martial arts world.

Just as the atmosphere was utterly dejected, "Swish!"

A black figure walked out from the crowd with an arrogant, swaggering gait, head held high.

Lu Xingye sheathed his blade, flicked his slicked-back hair, and was the first to walk up to the Faceless Man.

His skills were inferior, so he accepted his defeat.

But as the captain of the Magic City Martial Arts University's second team, he had to lose with dignity and style!

"Take it!" Lu Xingye decisively took off the storage ring on his finger and slapped it heavily into the Faceless Man's palm.

Then, before the Faceless Man could split his spiritual energy to check the supplies inside the ring, Lu Xingye's "chunibyo" suddenly flared up without warning!

Or rather, he felt that at this moment of handing over all his possessions and being about to be eliminated, if he couldn't leave behind a few earth-shattering quotes, his martial arts career would not be complete!

Lu Xingye suddenly took half a step back, clenched his fists, lifted his bruised face, his single eye seeming to burn with an unyielding flame, staring fixedly at the Faceless Man, and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Masked guy! You remember this!"

"Thirty years east of the river! Thirty years west! Do not bully a young man for being poor!!!"

"Today, relying on your profound cultivation, you steal my fortune and seize my treasures! This great humiliation, I, this Lord, will remember!"

Lu Xingye pointed sharply at the Faceless Man, his trench coat hem fluttering without wind, his voice passionate and soaring to the skies:

"Your name has already been carved into the abyss's ledger! You just wait!"

"One day, I, this Lord, will personally shatter your domain and reclaim that ring that belongs to me with my own hands!!!"

This speech was soul-stirring, and combined with his death-defying expression, it perfectly portrayed the unyielding nature and stubbornness of a down-and-out genius.

Meanwhile, under the Faceless Man's mask, inside Jiang You's sleeping body, the Organ Chat Group instantly erupted into a frenzy!

[Kidneys (eyes gleaming with excitement, drool almost flowing out)]: "Holy crap! Brother Brain! Did you hear that! Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west!"

"This kid is reacting so intensely and saying such harsh words, there must be something good hidden in his ring!"

[Brain (adjusting glasses, a rigorous analytical glint flashing on the lenses)]: "That makes sense! When a person loses their most precious possession, their emotional rebound is the most genuine."

"Lu Xingye is so heartbroken; it seems we've caught a super big fish today!"

[Right Hand (rubbing hands in excitement)]: "I didn't expect Old Lu to actually have big goods in his hands, even though he usually looks unreliable!"

"Hurry, hurry! Brother Brain, open it and see! I want to see what kind of treasure it is that could stimulate him like this!"

Under the expectant and fanatical gazes of the organs, the Faceless Man split off a wisp of spiritual energy and probed with great solemnity into the storage ring Lu Xingye had just handed over.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.

In the dark inner space, the atmosphere suddenly became deathly stagnant.

If the organs had expressions, they would all surely look dazed, as if struck by lightning.

The light of [Kidneys] dimmed.

The fist of [Right Hand] relaxed.

[Brain]'s glasses almost slid off the bridge of its nose.

Because, inside that storage ring which Lu Xingye regarded as a treasure, and even swore to reclaim using "thirty years east of the river," there was no top-grade beast blood, no high-level pills, and certainly no inheritance technique of an ancient emperor.

What met their eyes was a mountain of… second-hand bandages!

In the corner, there were neatly stacked dozens of bottles of cheap, low-quality hair mousse that were almost empty.

In the wardrobe area, seven or eight black long trench coats of the exact same style were hanging, all artificially cut into tatters.

And at the very core of this storage ring, in the most carefully protected center, lay a few books with flashy, gaudy covers.

The organs scanned with their spiritual energy, and the book titles were clearly visible: "The Domineering Demon King Falls in Love With Me," "Self-Cultivation of an Abyss Villain," and "How to Make Enemies Tremble With Your Gaze."

As well as a thick hardcover notebook wrapped in a black cover, with five large characters written on the cover in extremely crooked handwriting— "Demon King's Diary."

The chat group fell into a silence that lasted for half a minute.

[Legs] silently sent a sweating emoji.

[Kidneys]'s voice trembled, carrying a hint of undisguised sympathy: "Brother Brain... this kid... how is this kid even poorer than us?"

[Right Hand] was so angry it wanted to hit someone, but after raising its fist for a long time, it finally let it down helplessly: "Dammit, it made me get excited for nothing."

"This piece of junk wouldn't even be picked up if thrown on the street, and he has the nerve to shout about thirty years west of the river?"

[Brain (taking a deep breath)]: "Forget it. In our line of work, although we are black-hearted, we still need to adhere to some basic humanitarianism."

"This kid probably has some issues with his Brain; he's so poor yet still trying to put on a front. He's a pathetic person."

Outside.

Lu Xingye was still maintaining that domineering pose of pointing at the sky and cursing the earth, waiting for the Faceless Man's reaction.

The Faceless Man silently retracted his spiritual energy.

He didn't speak, nor did he get angry.

Instead, with extreme calmness, he pulled two crumpled 100-yuan Daxia bills from his snake-skin bag, which was filled with resources from various geniuses.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of everyone present, the Faceless Man carefully stuffed the two hundred yuan into Lu Xingye's storage ring.

Afterward, with a "whoosh," he tossed the ring back into Lu Xingye's arms, completely intact.

"..."

Lu Xingye scrambled to catch his ring, looked down at the extra two hundred yuan inside, and was completely bewildered.

His cold face instantly flushed red, and a sense of humiliation, a hundred times worse than being robbed, surged up within him.

What is this?

I, this Lord, righteously handed over my life's savings to you, and you not only didn't take it, but you stuffed two hundred yuan into it?

Do you think this is poverty alleviation?

"You are insulting my Black Flame—!"

Lu Xingye was furious and just about to draw his blade to regain some face.

The Faceless Man clearly didn't want to hear his nonsense anymore.

He slowly raised his hand, and a long, slender finger pierced directly through Lu Xingye's undrawn blade aura, lightly tapping the center of his forehead.

"Hum!"

The next second, the ground beneath Lu Xingye's feet instantly turned into churning ink.

A thick cloud of black mist surged from the ground, like a giant abyss mouth, swallowing the still-flailing Lu Xingye in one gulp!

A flash of black light, and the figure was gone; the ground returned to being old, dilapidated stone slabs.

The entire process was incredibly fast; in less than half a breath's time, a living person had just vanished into thin air.