The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

The wind at the city gate carried the sweet fragrance of cherry blossoms, but it couldn't dispel the eeriness in the air.

Xu Feng stood quietly in front of the two warrior puppets, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the bloodstained ruler hidden in his sleeve, his mind quickly reviewing the warriors' questions.

The cherry blossoms fall in three colors: pink for the first offering, black for the birth of evil spirits, and red for the knife offering.

Players have previously tried both pink and red cherry blossoms, and both were attacked by the puppet. Logically, the answer should be black cherry blossom.

"Black Cherry." Xu Feng's voice was calm and even, yet it clearly carried throughout the city gates.

The chosen ones from all nations held their breath, and Nikkawa Okamoto's arm, which was holding his sword, relaxed slightly.

The giant lizard warrior beside Mohanlar scoffed, thinking that this Chinese kid had just gotten a great deal.

Qin Yu stood at the back of the crowd, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He thought to himself that even if he answered correctly, a piece of trash with only forty points couldn't cause any trouble.

However, the next second, the samurai puppet's hoarse voice suddenly turned sharp:

"His heart is tainted with evil; he deserves punishment!"

"What?!"

No one had expected this result; all three answers were wrong.

Could it be that there isn't a correct answer for the first level?

Luigi, from the Lighthouse faction, frowned and subconsciously touched the pistol at his waist.

Shirakami Yukihime also frowned slightly.

Throughout the night, Shan Shang reached into his black satchel, the white light reflecting off his glasses, leaving one wondering what he was thinking.

The cow warrior from India muttered somewhat unhappily:

"Is there really no right answer? Are they just messing with us?"

"Hmph! This kid with forty points is probably finished." Hikawa Okamoto sneered, his eyes full of indifference.

Before he finished speaking, the samurai puppet on the left had already raised its long sword. The cherry blossom pattern on the scabbard burst forth with a blood-red cold light, and the blade slashed down toward Xu Feng's neck with a whooshing sound.

The speed was so fast that the Chosen Ones with a constitution of 2 points around them only saw a blur. Many people had already closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch this bloody scene.

But Xu Feng's face showed no sign of panic; instead, an elegant yet bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face.

His physical strength increased by 17.5 times in an instant. His figure was like a ghost, and at the same time, the blood-stained ruler and blood-stained scalpel hidden in his sleeve slid into his palm.

The pointer, with a dull thud, blocked the samurai puppet's blade. With a loud clang, sparks flew as the steel clashed, and the puppet was forced back by the force.

Before the opponent could regain his footing, Xu Feng lunged forward, his scalpel precisely piercing the gap in the puppet's joint. With a piercing metallic scraping sound, the puppet's right arm detached.

Seeing this, the samurai puppet on the other side swung its sword and attacked from the side. Xu Feng touched the ground with his toes and leaped into the air, smashing the ruler hard on its head. The puppet's head instantly caved in, and black mist gushed out from the damaged area.

The whole process took only a moment, and the two seemingly invincible samurai puppets were already lying on the ground in a sorry state.

When Xu Feng landed, his clothes fluttered lightly, and his face was not even covered in dust, only the corner of his clothes was slightly dirty.

To Xu Feng's regret, he did not gain any experience from destroying the two puppets.

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments.

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The Chinese tough guy carrying the banner (Hua): "Holy crap! Is this the real strength of the Bloody Gentleman you guys were talking about? I thought it was just hype! After all, what kind of decent person would give such a cringey name?"

Whoever runs the slowest gets to be in the front row (Hua): "This newbie with only 40 points? He kills warriors with four physiques like it's nothing. I'm curious about his physique points!"

Just kidding, even if you're quick, you'll be out of luck. "No wonder you guys say Bloody Gentleman is the escaped BOSS of the fake human academy, only a BOSS could be so overpowered."

"After all, he only has forty points. I would rather believe he is the BOSS."

Disconnected City and Account Thief Warrior (Transformed): "Who just called him trash? Come out and take your beating!"

Sakura's First Strike (Sakura): "I have to admit, the Bloodthirsty Gentleman does have some skill, but not much. Without talent and skills, he is ultimately weak. If we meet in a dungeon someday, I will surely slay him with one strike."

Make the Lighthouse Great Again (light): "Oh my god, how did this demon get stronger again?!"

AAA Nine Clans Wholesale (Chinese): "Holy crap! How did my Elegant Brother end up on the US's wanted list with a billion-dollar bounty? Is that outrageous?"

My younger sister's jade feet smell sweet and fragrant (Hua): "Laugh, if you don't understand, just ask. Did the last person who completed the bounty offered by the United States receive their reward?"

"Those who believe in this are the ones who will do it in their lifetime. Now, when they work for the United States, they only get things done after receiving a deposit, because most people never receive the final payment (trying not to laugh)."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

At this moment, Xu Feng stood elegantly in the center of the field, and the two puppet warriors were easily defeated by him.

The chosen ones from various countries were stunned and shocked.

Could this guy actually have 940 points instead of 40, and he's lying about his score to bluff his way into the game?

But they had never heard of such a powerful chosen one from China in the 900-point range.

What exactly happened?

A hint of apprehension flashed in Hikawa Okamoto's eyes.

Mohanlar licked his lips, becoming somewhat curious about Xu Feng.

Qin Yu's face turned ashen; he clearly hadn't expected that Xu Feng, a good-for-nothing with no talent or skills, would possess such extraordinary strength.

At this moment, jealousy and murderous intent intertwined in his eyes; he wished Xu Feng would die immediately.

At this moment, the shattered samurai puppet was enveloped in black mist.

It began to recover rapidly, the detached limbs were reassembled, and the sunken head gradually rose, returning to normal in a short time.

This time, however, they did not attack again. Instead, they all bowed to Xu Feng, speaking with the utmost respect and deference:

"Your combat strength meets the standard; you pass."

Xu Feng was slightly taken aback, then understood.

It turns out that the rules for this city gate are not limited to answering questions; conquering it by force is also an option.

He glanced at the puppet that had straightened up again, feeling somewhat speechless.

As expected of a humble life, the foreigners were able to blast open their ports with their powerful ships and cannons back then, and now I can conquer puppet warriors with my blood-stained ruler and blood-stained scalpel.

"Your skill is impressive!"

Hikawa Tsunamoto was the first to react, stepping forward with a deliberately conciliatory tone:

"Our great Sakura Empire has always cherished talent. With your strength, if you were willing to join our great Sakura Empire, you would have the choice of resources and magical artifacts, and your treatment would certainly be far superior to that in China, offering you a much broader space for development than you would in China."

Xu Feng glanced at him, his eyes as cold and indifferent as ice:

"Descendants of Yan and Huang, we will not become traitors."

With just eight simple words, he directly rejected Hikawa Tsunamoto's attempt to win him over.

Hikawa Tsunamoto's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

He snorted coldly and turned back to his own camp.