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The recruit competition ended hastily.

Lin Feng was in a good mood, carrying the D-grade weapon he had won as a prize.

Although this piece of junk is useless to him, he can sell it on the black market for at least a hundred thousand or two thousand.

With the 50,000 yuan bonus, this refereeing job was definitely worthwhile.

He accepted the prize, hung the mountain-shaped ornament on his waist, and walked west out of the camp gate.

The recruit competition wasted a day, so we need to make up for it quickly.

The numbers on the system panel are still displayed.

Current Martial Arts Points: 872

Not many, need to be brushed.

Lin Feng walked along the edge of the wilderness for about half an hour and saw the entrance to an F-level rift in the distance.

Normally, these low-level rifts are deserted, and the guards are all dozing off.

Today is different.

A large crowd had gathered outside the entrance to the crack, numbering at least two hundred.

Moreover, judging from their clothing, most of them are young people around seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing uniform school uniforms in various colors.

student?

Lin Feng quickened his pace and walked over.

The military guards at the entrance saw him from afar and immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"Sergeant Lin!"

The two guards spoke loudly and stood ramrod straight.

Lin Feng waved his hand: "What's going on? Why are there so many people?"

"Reporting, Sergeant!" the guard on the left replied quickly. "The martial arts high school combat simulation jointly organized by the provincial education department and the military is being held this year at an F-level rift near the sixth defense line. Graduating classes from martial arts high schools across the country have come to give the students a taste of alien beast combat."

"Which martial arts masters are there?"

The guard took a list out of his pocket and handed it to him.

"There are six in total, all of them are here."

Lin Feng took the list and glanced at it.

First line: Qingzhou Martial Arts High School.

Second line: Yuncheng Martial Arts High School.

Third line: Linhai Martial Arts High School.

Fourth line: Beiling Martial Arts High School.

......

Fifth line.

His fingers stopped.

Heian Martial Arts High School.

His alma mater.

Lin Feng stared at those five words for two seconds, and his mind went blank.

Ping An Wu Gao.

Wang Jianguo, Director of the Academic Affairs Office.

That phrase, "What can you do to me?", and the fraudulently claimed subsidies.

The thought of this made him furious.

Lin Feng returned the list to the guard.

Who is the teacher leading the team at Ping An Wu Gao?

The guard flipped through the register: "Director of the Academic Affairs Office, Wang Jianguo."

Lin Feng remained silent for three seconds.

"interesting."

He raised his head and walked towards the crowd.

On the open ground outside the entrance to the rift, students from six martial arts high schools were divided into six square formations.

Each formation had its own supervising teacher standing in front of it, giving a final pep talk before they entered.

Lin Feng circled halfway around the crowd and quickly found the formation of Ping An Martial Arts High School.

More than thirty students stood in three rows, most of them at the level of martial arts apprentice, third to fifth dan.

At the very front of the formation, a middle-aged man was standing with his back to Lin Feng, hands on his hips, giving a speech.

"Listen up, all of you! Don't wander off once you're inside! While the F-rank rift isn't particularly dangerous, with your level of skill, you'd be in serious trouble even encountering a single Armored Dire Wolf!"

Lin Feng would recognize that voice, that tone, even if he turned to ashes.

Wang Jianguo.

She looked noticeably heavier than when we last met, and she was wearing a gold chain around her neck.

Lin Feng remembered that when he last went to the Academic Affairs Office, Wang Jianguo's neck was still empty.

How long has it been? And he's already bought a big gold chain?

I'm quite happy with how I spent the subsidy money.

Lin Feng didn't rush over.

He leaned against a rock, arms crossed, sizing up Wang Jianguo.

Lin Feng recognized several of the students in the formation.

After Wang Jianguo finished speaking, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, put it in his mouth, and was about to light it.

"Director, open flames are prohibited in the cracked area," a young teacher whispered a reminder.

"Shut the fuck up." Wang Jianguo glared at him, but still lit his cigarette.

Take a deep breath and exhale a cloud of white mist.

Lin Feng looked at the plume of smoke and recalled the scene at the Academic Affairs Office last time.

The exact same movements.

They have the exact same faces.

"Sergeant, would you like to go check this out?"

A voice came from behind; it was the guard from the entrance who had followed them.

Lin Feng nodded and strode towards the formation of Ping An Martial Arts High School.

Two guards automatically followed behind him, one on his left and one on his right.

It wasn't a large-scale operation, but it was eye-catching enough.

The surrounding students all turned to look.

Several teachers leading the team from Wugao High School also noticed this, and their attitudes varied.

Some nodded in greeting, while others made way for them.

The sergeant's badge, pinned to his chest, gleamed bronze in the sunlight.

In the sixth line of defense, the sergeant major holds a significant position.

Especially after the beast tide, the story of Lin Feng single-handedly holding off the enemy has spread throughout the entire defense line.

Although these martial arts instructors might not know who he was, the title "sergeant major" was enough to make them treat him with utmost respect.

Lin Feng walked to the front of the Ping An Martial Arts High School formation and stopped.

Wang Jianguo had his back to him and was still smoking.

"Um, Director Wang." The young teacher next to him nudged Wang Jianguo's arm and gestured towards Lin Feng.

Wang Jianguo turned around, a cigarette still dangling from his mouth.

He glanced at Lin Feng, almost dropping his cigarette.

"Good morning, sir! I am Wang Jianguo, the director of the Academic Affairs Office of Ping'an Martial Arts High School, and I am in charge of leading the team this time..."

He paused halfway through his sentence.

He stared at Lin Feng's face, his smile slowly freezing.

"you!"

"Long time no see, Director Wang."

Lin Feng's voice was flat, without any fluctuation.

Wang Jianguo dropped his cigarette.

"Lin...Lin Feng?"

"You have a good memory."

Wang Jianguo took half a step back.

His mind raced, matching the face before him with the poor boy from his memory.

Lin Feng.

That poor bastard who got into a martial arts undergraduate program and came to him asking for a subsidy.

He was a poor bastard who even got beaten up at the academic affairs office.

Why is he wearing a military uniform?

A flicker of panic crossed Wang Jianguo's face, but it was quickly masked by another emotion.

He straightened his clothes and puffed out his chest.

"Oh, Lin Feng." His tone changed, carrying a deliberate contempt. "You're not going to study martial arts at the undergraduate level, but instead coming to the Northern Frontier to be a common soldier?"

He pursed his lips.

"Tsk tsk, so you really can't afford to go to school, huh? I knew it, with your circumstances, even if you passed the exam, it would be a waste."

The students from Ping An Martial Arts High School all around perked up their ears.

Wang Jianguo got excited and couldn't stop talking.

"But it's alright, joining the army is a way out, even if it's tough. Your younger sister, what's her name again? Xiaoyu? Is she still in school? Can you afford the tuition?"

He clicked his tongue twice, shook his head, and looked regretful.

"Alas, what a pity. If only they had listened to me and accepted their fate earlier, they wouldn't have ended up here."

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

Wang Jianguo's face suddenly turned to one side, and half of his face instantly became red and swollen.

He was stunned.

The person who hit him was a guard behind Lin Feng.

The guard was in his early twenties, a third-level martial artist, and his arms were thicker than Wang Jianguo's thighs.

He slapped Wang Jianguo so hard he almost lost his balance.

"What the hell are you doing?" Wang Jianguo screamed, covering his face.

The guard took a step forward, his face full of anger.

"Sergeant Lin is an officer on the sixth line of defense! He held the line against the beast tide that day, saving the lives of thousands of us!"

"How dare you, a school principal, insult your superior in front of so many people?"

"Believe it or not, I'll arrest you right now?"

Wang Jianguo was completely stunned. After a few seconds, he finally realized what was happening.

Lin Feng was no longer the poor student he remembered, who had three thousand yuan in his pocket and had humbly begged him at the academic affairs office.

Sergeant Major.

Northern officer.

Beast Tide Heroes.

Wang Jianguo's lips trembled twice, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Lin Feng raised his hand to stop the guard.

"never mind."

The guards retreated to their original positions, but their glare at Wang Jianguo remained.

Lin Feng walked up to Wang Jianguo and looked down at him.

"Director Wang, it's been a long time since you hit me, hasn't it?"

Wang Jianguo's legs were shaking.

"This combat simulation involves entering a rift, right?"

Wang Jianguo nodded mechanically.

Lin Feng patted his shoulder, not with much force, but Wang Jianguo shrank by half a head.

"Perfect timing, I don't have anything planned for today."

He looked back towards the entrance.

"I'll go into this crack with you."