52: Chapter 52 Welcome to Class F!

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong looked Jiang You up and down, then glanced at the "weapon" in his hand, unable to help but sneer:

"Pfft—"

"So this is the legendary top student who got dumped into Class F?"

"Holding two broken wooden sticks as a weapon? Are you planning to perform the Dog-Beating Staff Technique?"

"Still standing on the table in your pajamas? What, did you know this young master was coming, so you stood higher to welcome me?"

Jiang You did not acknowledge Class Monitor Zhao Feilong's mockery.

He was in a very bad mood right now.

Extremely bad.

First, in order to save someone just now, he had to sacrifice an innocent little stool.

Second, Lu Xingye's life or death was unknown after being kicked away, which made him very worried about whether he would have to pay for medical expenses.

Most importantly...

Jiang You looked down at his feet.

The vibration caused by Class Monitor Zhao Feilong kicking the door open, combined with his own action of jumping onto the table earlier, caused a plate of sunflower seeds on the corner of the table to overturn.

Those plump, even caramel-flavored sunflower seeds were now miserably scattered on the dusty floor.

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong pointed at everyone in Class F, acting arrogant and domineering: "Listen up! I am a freshman at Magic City Martial Arts University, Class A Vice Class Monitor Class Monitor Zhao Feilong!"

"I am notifying you now that this Gymnasium has been requisitioned by our Class A!"

"I heard Class F only has these few rotten sweet potatoes and smelly bird eggs? What, seeing this young master arrive, are you too scared to speak?"

The Class A freshmen behind him also burst into laughter.

"Look at that muscle man, a total blockhead."

"And that one counting, is he trying to calculate his own medical expenses? Hahahaha!"

However.

To their surprise.

Facing their mockery and provocation, these people from Class F did not show the slightest fear or anger.

On the contrary.

A meaningful smile slowly appeared on their faces.

That kind of smile was like a wolf that had been hungry for three days seeing a group of fat sheep voluntarily walk into the pen.

Or like a pervert who had been lonely for years finally seeing a new toy.

"Hehe..."

In the corner, Bai Zimo closed the notebook in his hand and slowly stood up.

He pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses, and the surrounding air faintly emitted a subtle crackling sound of electricity; the iron nails and screws on the ground began to tremble slightly.

"Since you're here, don't be in such a hurry to leave. My magnetic field happens to be missing a few live targets for calibration."

Gou Fugui stopped moving his abacus, took out a golden coin from his pocket, flicked it lightly at his fingertips, and a shrewd merchant's smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Destroying public property, trespassing, and scaring our newcomer... This bill has to be calculated by the second."

Xiang Batian was shirtless, his originally honest face now appearing somewhat ferocious.

He casually threw away the barbell in his hand—it was a hundreds-of-pounds iron lump, but he dissipated its force with his muscles, and it landed silently.

"Finally... there are living people to practice with."

The air became thick and oppressive at this moment.

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong instinctively felt something was wrong.

The look in these people's eyes... why were they even scarier than the monster beasts in the instances?

But after all, he was the Class A Vice Class Monitor, and his peak Tier 2 strength allowed him to keep up appearances:

"Stop acting all mysterious! We have more people! And we have the equipment advantage!"

"Brothers! Go for me! Throw this trash out!"

Twenty Class A elite freshmen roared and drew their alloy combat knives from their waists, preparing to charge.

However.

In this dim Abandoned Gymnasium, the monsters of Class F showed them what "dimensional reduction strike" meant.

The first to move was Bai Zimo.

He didn't even move his feet; he just slowly raised his right hand and made a grabbing motion in the void towards the students charging at the very front.

"Supernatural Ability — Magnetic Disarmament."

"Wum—!"

An invisible magnetic field instantly enveloped the entrance area.

The five Class A students charging at the front suddenly discovered in horror that the alloy combat knives in their hands seemed to have a consciousness of their own and were frantically trying to fly out of their hands!

"My knife! My knife is out of control!"

"What's going on? It's so heavy!"

Before they could react, the belt buckles on their bodies, the metal pieces on their combat boots, and even the mobile phones in their pockets were all subjected to strong magnetic attraction!

"Clatter! Clatter!"

Five people were instantly sucked into a ball, like iron filings stuck to a magnet; the knives in their hands turned their blades around, slashing their own clothes to shreds.

"Ah! Help! My belt is strangling my neck!"

Next was Gou Fugui.

He flicked his finger, and the gold coin drew a golden line in the air.

"Supernatural Ability — Forced Transaction."

"I'll pay one hundred, to buy the friction of your shoe soles."

"Whoosh—!"

The five Class A freshmen flanking from the left suddenly found the rough cement floor under their feet becoming smoother than an ice rink!

They couldn't brake at all!

Five people slid frantically on the incredibly smooth ground like bowling balls, waving their arms and Legs trying to grab something, and finally "bang, bang, bang" all crashed into the wall, piling up in a heap.

And the most brutal one was Xiang Batian.

He stood in place, facing the two Strength-type boys rushing over, neither dodging nor flashing.

He let their fists land on his granite-like chest muscles.

"Didn't you eat? Too light."

Xiang Batian shook his head in disappointment, stretched out his two large hands, and grabbed the ankles of the two men respectively.

"According to biomechanics, this angle of projection maximizes damage."

Xiang Batian muttered to himself, then exerted force from his waist and abdomen, his muscles instantly bulging twice their size!

"Go!"

"Whoosh!!!"

Two grown men weighing over a hundred pounds were thrown out like sandbags.

The speed was so fast it created a whistling sound!

They accurately knocked away a row of people behind them and finally hung on the high basketball hoop in the hall, swaying, foaming at the mouth.

A short thirty seconds.

The elite Class A freshmen brought by Class Monitor Zhao Feilong were all wiped out.

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong stood alone at the door, his Legs trembling, his pants already wet.

"This... is this Class F?"

"Is this a monster room or what?"

He turned to run.

But he found that at some point, a purple mist had appeared at the entrance, sealing off his retreat.

"Since you're here, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

A lazy, hoarse, yet lethally seductive voice came from the shadow sofa in the deepest part of the hall.

Class Monitor Zhao Feilong turned his head stiffly.

In the shadows, a hand as pale as jade slowly reached out, a small white snake entwined around its fingertips.

Senior Ji Youyou had been sitting there all along.

She didn't even get up; she just elegantly crossed her Legs, holding a glass of bubbling purple liquid in her hand, her eyes as indifferent as ice.

Her eyes, which seemed to be covered in mist, swept faintly over the mess on the ground, and finally settled on Jiang You, who was still standing on the table, holding a stool leg, completely indifferent to the surrounding battle.

Senior Ji Youyou smiled.

That smile was both enchanting and dangerous, like a mandala blooming on a corpse.

"Brilliant."

"Able to produce a sonic boom just by using hand strength, and remaining calm in the face of a chaotic battle."

Senior Ji Youyou slowly stood up, her bare feet stepping on the floor, walking to the table step by step.

She ignored the trembling Class Monitor Zhao Feilong beside her, raised her head, and looked at Jiang You on the table.

She stretched out the hand entwined with the white snake and made an elegant yet aggressive invitation gesture towards Jiang You:

"Good skills, better appetite, and a brain... even more interesting."

"Little brother."

Senior Ji Youyou's red lips parted slightly, and her voice echoed in the hall, carrying a magic that made it impossible to refuse:

"Welcome to Class F!"