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"That means we need to investigate Lei Xiao and Lin Yuan."

At this point, the principal paused, his tone becoming particularly appreciative: "But I must say, Lin Yuan handled things exceptionally well."

"It's absolutely flawless!"

"According to Lei Xiao's report, after killing those people, Lin Yuan not only cleaned up the battlefield thoroughly."

"They even scattered the body!"

"Whether on a physical or magical level, not even a trace remained!"

"A Japanese Onmyoji wants to obtain evidence through summoning spirits?"

"Keep dreaming!"

In the International Professionals Convention.

The principle of "whoever makes the claim must provide evidence" is an ironclad rule.

You're saying we killed them?

What about the evidence?

Where is the body?

Where's the weapon?

There's nothing there, so what makes you think we killed them?

Based solely on your side of the story?

We would have said it was your own infighting, that you killed each other to death!

After listening, Chen Qingxuan couldn't help but give a thumbs up:

"Good lad!"

"Ruthless! Terrible!"

"This 'cut the weeds out completely' style is just my cup of tea!"

"In that environment, being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to oneself."

The principal nodded and continued, "Because there is no substantial evidence, we will deny it outright on the international stage."

"After arguing for half a month, they couldn't do anything about it."

"As for the Free Federation..."

The principal curled his lip: "Those bald eagles are the most cunning."

"Because their two legendary leaders miraculously survived and escaped back."

"Although the other team members are dead, since there are still survivors, they are not so hysterical."

"They made a few symbolic protests, and then nothing came of it."

"After all, they don't want to start a full-scale war with us over a few dead people."

Chen Qingxuan nodded, but his expression was not completely relaxed:

"They managed to get away with it on the surface."

"But behind the scenes, the Abe family probably won't let this go so easily, will they?"

"That's for sure."

The principal narrowed his eyes, gazing at the distant horizon: "Is it the hatred of killing one's son, or the annihilation of the family's future hopes?"

"The Abe family probably wants to tear Lin Yuan and Lei Xiao apart alive right now."

"According to our intelligence network..."

"Lin Yuan and Lei Xiao's names have already made it to the top of the Japanese assassination list."

"The bounty is as high as one billion gold coins, and there are even legendary equipment as a reward. You could say they're incredibly wealthy."

Upon hearing this number, Chen Qingxuan couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

"Wouldn't that put Lin Yuan in a very dangerous position?"

"Danger?"

The principal snorted coldly, and an overwhelming aura of dominance emanated from him:

"As long as they are still within China's borders, as long as they are still in the War Academy."

"Let's see who dares to lay a finger on them!"

"Do they really think we old guys are pushovers?"

"What if assassins from Japan dare to extend their claws in?"

The principal gripped his teacup tightly, his eyes flashing with murderous intent:

"One comes, one kills!"

"Give me a pair, I'll kill a pair!"

"Perfect timing! This old man hasn't stretched his muscles in ages!"

Chen Qingxuan looked at the domineering principal and smiled.

With this "pillar of stability" in place, coupled with the country's key protection,

As long as Lin Yuan and his friends don't do anything reckless and go abroad to have fun.

That means it's absolutely safe.

"Alright."

The principal suppressed his aura and turned his gaze back towards the now-closed teleportation array:

"We'll handle what happens outside."

"Now, let's see if these little guys can survive in that hellhole, the Crimson Wasteland."

Meanwhile, at the Crimson Wasteland teleportation point.

Accompanied by a dizzying spatial fluctuation.

Thirty figures appeared out of thin air on a desolate land.

As soon as it landed.

Several of the students in the line who had been recommended for admission turned pale and began to dry heave while holding their knees.

This is "spatial vertigo".

For newcomers experiencing ultra-long-distance teleportation for the first time, this churning sensation is a hundred times more unbearable than riding a roller coaster.

Even Zhao Kuo, a scion of a prominent family, turned pale and barely managed to hold back his vomiting.

However, before they could even recover...

A pungent, nauseating smell of blood, mixed with the scorching wind, blasted into their nostrils.

"Cough cough cough!!"

"What's that smell?! It stinks!"

"Is this the Crimson Wasteland?"

Everyone looked up.

Instantly, everyone was stunned by the sight before them.

I even felt a sense of fear.

As far as the eye can see.

The sky wasn't blue; instead, it was a somber, dark red, as if it had been stained with blood.

Thick, dark clouds hung low, with streaks of blood-red lightning flashing across them from time to time.

The earth was cracked and parched, and not a blade of grass grew.

The soil had an eerie reddish-brown color, as if every inch of it was soaked in blood.

On the distant horizon.

Strange, black mountain peaks rise straight into the sky like sharp swords.

Every now and then, chilling roars of beasts echoed across the desolate wasteland.

"gravity"!"

Ji Qingyue held her longsword, her gaze sweeping coldly over her surroundings, her brows furrowing slightly: "The fire and dark elements in the air are extremely active."

"What a lousy place this is!"

"It's hot, smelly, and the gravity is so strong!"

"My robes are all dirty!"

"Where are the instructors? We're going to be stuck here for a month? Are you kidding me!"

Just as the group was complaining, a calm and indifferent voice came from the front of the line:

"Shut up, all of you!"

Everyone instinctively looked up.

Lin Yuan was standing on a protruding rock, his back to the blood-red sky.

His ordinary military uniform was now fluttering in the strong wind.

He showed no discomfort whatsoever; his composure and calmness stood in stark contrast to the disheveled students around him who had been admitted through the recommendation system.

Lin Yuan looked at them and said, "Welcome to the Crimson Wasteland, which will also be your hell for the next month."

"Here, there are no families, no backgrounds, so put away your arrogance."

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Lin Yuan continued, "There are four teams that have entered here, located in the four directions of the Crimson Wasteland."

"And your task for this month is very simple."

Lin Yuan then talked about the content of this military training.

"First: Survival!"

"The school will not provide any supplies for this military training; there will be no food, no water, and no medicine!"

"All survival supplies will have to be seized from monsters or found in the wasteland by yourselves!"

"If you can't find it, then go hungry and thirsty!"

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