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"Be careful!"

The warning call was barely out of his mouth when it was torn to pieces by the sound of the wind.

Several condensed cyan wind blades moved silently through the air.

They precisely found the weak point and cut into it, tearing apart the operating spiritual energy node.

The fireball that had gathered in his palm was extinguished on the spot.

The electric arcs that had been dancing at his fingertips dissipated, and his petrified skin was restored to its original flesh and blood form.

Even the elusive assassin was pulled out by a whirlwind and bound by a wind rope, unable to move.

The entire process took less than three breaths.

The battle is over.

The six elite students, some collapsed to the ground, others bound by ropes, were all incapacitated and unable to resist.

Their faces were filled with horror.

They should have been on the same level, but now they are facing complete collapse.

Why...?

The tall, thin young man lay sprawled on the ground, his throat tight.

Is this what true geniuses are like? The gap between them is so vast.

Yin Chen's figure reappeared in the wind and snow, his silver hair fluttering and his expression indifferent.

He did not answer and was about to step forward to question him.

Boom!

A loud bang rang out, grabbing everyone's attention.

They all turned to look at the same time.

The ancient, towering black tower, its tightly closed door, is slowly opening.

Inside the dimly lit door, a tall, slender figure emerged against the light.

He carried a huge coffin that was disproportionately large to his size, making him particularly conspicuous.

It was Chen's coffin.

He stepped out of the tower gate, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic battlefield. He recognized the people lying on the ground; two of them were among the top ten students.

It seems this is the trouble Liu Feiyu had told him about earlier.

Now it seems that it's not too troublesome, and he doesn't even need to take action himself.

Finally, his gaze fell on Yin Chen and Hong Yuan, and he nodded slightly.

[Holy crap! Coffin Bro is out of seclusion!]

[Those six guys in the first part are really unlucky. They just got a lecture, and now someone even more incomprehensible is coming along.]

[Hilarious! The coffin team has officially assembled. I wonder what the psychological trauma is like for the six people on the other side.]

[What a ridiculous name! They should just call themselves the Black Tortoise Squad.]

But I find it very sacred.

The atmosphere on the icy plains became eerie because of the appearance of Chen Guan; Chen Guan's style was truly unique.

Right now.

Pop, pop, pop.

A burst of applause suddenly rang out.

The sound pierced through the wind and snow, so close it seemed to be right next to everyone's ears.

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound.

Instructor Jing was already standing not far away.

He wasn't wearing a uniform, but rather casual clothes.

"Beautiful, what a beautiful teaching exercise."

His tone was calm, yet it drowned out the howling wind and snow, each word clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"It was worth it for me to open this Xuanwu Tower for you."

These words made Yin Chen's gaze suddenly sharpen.

Hong Yuan tensed up and gripped the giant axe tightly again; she had wanted to beat up this lousy instructor for a long time.

The appearance of Instructor Jing was too suspicious.

His words also contained a great deal of meaning.

Chen Guan looked at Instructor Jing, then lowered his eyes to look at the warm Xuanwu Token in his palm.

From the White Tiger giving him the fragment, to Wu Xuan's trial, and now...

A complete framework formed in his mind.

All of this was part of the arrangements made by the Guiyuan Group.

It seems like he's been set up?

Instructor Jing did not disappoint Chen Guan's expectations. After snapping his fingers, the six people disappeared into the snowstorm. He himself took out a smiling white mask, showed it, and then vanished in an instant.

[Working Tiger! It really is you!]

Is this some kind of recruitment drive for their new recruits, a selection process for their core team?

[It's chilling to think about; major universities are training talent for the Guiyuan Group.]

White Tiger's gaze swept over the wary Yin Chen and the wild Red Kite.

Finally, the gaze settled on Chen Guan's calm face.

"Alright, warm-up over, and all the small fry are cleaned up."

He clapped his hands and announced in a relaxed tone.

"Then, let's talk about... the real purpose of this training camp."

The moment Baihu finished speaking, the howling wind and snow seemed to be choked by an invisible hand.

What is the real purpose?

Chen Guan remained motionless, simply staring at the white tiger.

The other party's desire to perform was as strong as ever; even on this icy plain, they wanted to put on a grand show.

Baihu, or rather Instructor Jing, thoroughly enjoyed this atmosphere of being in control of the entire situation.

He ignored Yin Chen and Hong Yuan's hostility, took two steps, and the snow under his feet crunched softly.

"The so-called academy training camp and elimination rounds are just a facade."

He spoke, his voice low but his words exceptionally clear, drowning out the sound of the wind.

"A guise used to select seeds, to select people like you who have top potential but are not overly bound by the rules of the system."

Yin Chen's brows furrowed into a knot.

He didn't immediately refute it, but instead quickly analyzed the information in the sentence in his mind.

Hong Yuan was much more direct; she snapped, "What do you mean?"

"What you think is the finish line is actually just the starting line of another race."

Instructor Jing shrugged.

The nonchalant smile on his face gradually faded, and his facial muscles tightened, revealing a kind of oppressive seriousness.

"Because," his voice suddenly dropped, "there are moles among the higher-ups at top universities like Tsinghua and Shanghai."

Every word he uttered was like something pulled from under the ice, striking the ear.

"They secretly colluded with the demon race, betraying the interests of humanity."

Yin Chen's breath hitched.

A mole? Someone from higher up?

The two words struck his ears, cracking a hole in the world he had always believed in.

Huaqing Academy, the Magic City Academy, is the cornerstone of China, a holy land that countless geniuses yearn for. How could it allow traitors to hide in it?

Red Kite's reaction was even more intense.

"Nonsense! You can't just say things like that!"

[Are we playing this high-stakes game? Are we fast-forwarding straight to the high-level mole incident?]

No wonder the Guiyuan Group had to take matters into their own hands; it turns out the official organization is rotten inside.

Wait a minute, does that mean the Guiyuan Group are the good guys?

[The third stage character's first appearance was like throwing a bomb in a match-3 puzzle game at the cult; the working tiger, who had been doing good deeds, solved the case—that's a truly good person.]

Despite the reprimand, Instructor Jing's expression remained unchanged.

He looked at Chen Guan, who had remained silent, as if expecting him to make a statement.

Chen Guan remained relaxed, but his mind was racing.

A traitor, a demon.

This was the first time he had learned this information, but it wasn't surprising.

The important thing is that once this news is confirmed, the entire game of poker will be overturned and restarted.

And he was standing in the center of the card table.

An unprecedentedly vast stage is opening up for him.

Why should we believe you?

Yin Chen forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and his voice became steady again.

Instructor Jing smiled. Knowing Yin Chen as he did, he had expected him to ask that question.