71: Chapter 71 This is typical spoiled brat behavior!

Jiang University, Wu Tian's office.

A deathly silence.

The screen was frozen on the chaotic aftermath left after Zhou Tianren crushed the teleportation stone, and the three figures standing against the wind at the edge of the cliff, their auras imposing.

"Huu..."

After an unknown amount of time, a heavy breath broke the silence.

Wu Tian Wu Tian, sitting in the main seat, was holding his teacup in some embarrassment, unsure whether to drink it or put it down.

Meanwhile, sitting next to him, Vice Principal Zhou Hanguang's face, usually well-maintained and ruddy, was now alternating between pale and livid.

His eyes were fixed intently on the spot where his son had disappeared on the screen, the muscles at the corner of his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

Shameful!

It was simply too shameful!

He had been wise his whole life, so how could he have raised such a thing?

Taking over a dozen Professionals to surround three people.

Not only did he lose, but he was also completely wiped out by them in a counterattack.

In the end, he was actually scared into crushing a teleportation stone to run away?

If this got out, where would he, the Vice Principal, hide his face?!

"Ahem..."

Just then, the Li Zhenhai, sitting in the center of the sofa, slowly set down his teacup.

The porcelain cup hit the glass coffee table with a crisp "ding."

The Li Zhenhai turned his head slightly, his gaze calm and profound as he looked at Zhou Hanguang, his tone carrying a touch of unfathomable confusion:

"Old Zhou, is this what your school calls the... Freshman Challenge Tournament?"

Zhou Hanguang's body stiffened abruptly. He hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, forcing out a smile that was uglier than crying, and explained:

"Yes... yes, Minister Li."

"You know, with current educational reforms, everything emphasizes practical combat."

"Jiang University has always upheld the teaching philosophy of 'Everything for Practical Combat.' The Freshman Challenge Tournament is also intended to simulate a real battlefield environment, so... free combat and competition between students are allowed."

"After all, only through intense confrontation can the children's potential be stimulated..."

As Zhou Hanguang spoke, he observed the Li Zhenhai's expression.

"Hmm, I know that fighting is encouraged."

The Li Zhenhai nodded, his face unreadable:

"This is a style learned from the Military Department—survival of the fittest—and I support it too."

Having said that, the Li Zhenhai suddenly changed the subject, his eyes narrowing slightly:

"However, there is one thing I am curious about."

He pointed at the screen. Although his tone was flat, it carried an unquestionable pressure:

"In this Freshman Challenge Tournament of yours... besides allowing the carrying of conventional weapons and equipment..."

"Are you also allowed to bring items of this level?"

"If I'm not mistaken, that thing just now... should be some kind of spatial teleportation stone, right?"

Boom!

As soon as these words were spoken, the string in Zhou Hanguang's heart completely snapped.

His hand, which had been hiding in his sleeve rolling walnuts, shook violently, almost crushing them.

Damn it!

It was still seen through!

As the Minister of the Military Department, what kind of storms had the Li Zhenhai not seen? What kind of treasures had he not encountered?

Although the rules of the Freshman Challenge Tournament stated on the surface that "self-provided equipment can be used," there was indeed no mandatory explicit ban on wearing high-level consumable items.

After all, for the vast majority of students from ordinary families, being able to scrape together a set of fitting blue gear was already something to be thankful for. Who had the financial resources to buy such one-time items that cost hundreds of thousands or even millions of dragon coins?

Therefore, the school defaulted to this unspoken rule: bringing some small items wouldn't affect the overall situation, so they just turned a blind eye.

But...

Someone like Zhou Tianren, who could conjure an absolute defense barrier and a resurrection cross in the blink of an eye, and then pull out a random teleportation stone to run away when he couldn't win...

This was no longer just a matter of "bringing some small items."

This was practically moving the entire Zhou family's arsenal inside.

It was naked oppression through the power of money.

In the Freshman Challenge Tournament, crushing same-level Professionals through items and equipment.

Helping oneself achieve a good result in the challenge tournament...

You call this fair?

What was even more shameful was.

The arsenal had been moved in.

Yet, in the end, he didn't even get a single thing out of it.

"This..."

The cold sweat on Zhou Hanguang's forehead poured down like rain. He opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, but found his throat painfully dry.

Of course, he knew this was crazily testing the edge of the rules.

In fact, most of these life-saving trump cards on Zhou Tianren were secretly given to his son by him, the father.

The purpose was to ensure nothing went wrong; even if he couldn't win the championship, he could at least save his life, or even ambush someone at a critical moment.

Who could have thought...

That such a scene of ignoring martial ethics would, of all things...

...happen to be witnessed in its entirety by the suddenly visiting the Li Zhenhai.

This was practically a public execution!

The atmosphere in the office was suppressed to the extreme.

Wu Tian Wu Tian, standing to the side, also kept his eyes on his nose and his heart on his nose, bowing his head to drink tea, looking like "I'm not talking, I don't know anything."

Zhou Hanguang felt such hatred in his heart!

He hated that his son was useless, getting beaten like a dog despite being equipped with god-tier gear, and he also hated why the Li Zhenhai had to come at this exact moment!

However, in his extreme panic, he secretly glanced at the Li Zhenhai's expression.

He discovered that although this great Li Zhenhai was questioning the matter of the items, there was no sign of thunderous rage in his expression.

In fact... there was even a trace of faint relief in his eyes?

Zhou Hanguang was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized, his gaze subconsciously looking at Li Murou on the screen, who was unharmed and even jumping around.

"Huu..."

He let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.

Thank goodness! Thank goodness!

The luckiest of fortunes.

The apple of the Li family's eye had not suffered any harm in that chaotic battle!

One could even say that his son Zhou Tianren was being beaten unilaterally, and Li Murou hadn't even lost a single hair!

Since the victim wasn't hurt, then this matter... should still have room for maneuver, right?

Thinking of this, Zhou Hanguang quickly straightened his attitude, showing an expression of heartbreaking grief and righteous indignation, nodding and bowing repeatedly to the Li Zhenhai:

"Minister Li! Your criticism is correct! Absolutely correct!"

"Our school indeed had oversights in rule-making! Regarding the restrictions on the use of items, there was indeed no clear red-line regulation. This is a dereliction of our duty!"

Zhou Hanguang slapped his thigh and cursed in a manner of disappointed frustration:

"As for that rebellious son! It is simply outrageous!"

"I usually teach him to be down-to-earth and to strive for honor through his own strength! I never expected that he would go behind my back and engage in such opportunistic tricks! Bringing so many contraband items into the exam venue!"

"This is typical playboy behavior! It's embarrassing!"

Zhou Hanguang vowed solemnly:

"Minister Li, please rest assured! As soon as the competition ends, I will deal with it strictly! Regardless of the result, his score this time will be voided! Furthermore, when I get back, I will make him write a self-criticism and educate him properly! I will make him understand what fair competition is!"