Martial Arts Secret Realm: Only I Can Know the Plot?

When Scarface saw Sun Fan again, he could clearly sense that Sun Fan was different.

If the change Sun Fan brought when he first traveled through time was 1, then the change he brought when he returned from the secret realm this time is 10.

It's not about appearance, but about temperament.

The aura of a master.

Spending time with experts broadens your horizons, and with a broader perspective, you become more composed when facing challenges.

In the dark martial arts school, this trait will be very obvious.

Most of the new students are still adjusting to the harsh realities of the Dark Martial Arts Academy and are desperately trying to become stronger, driven by their survival instinct.

Even though they tried their best to hide it, the lingering sense of tension and urgency always accompanied them.

The panic and urgency that Sun Fan had lost were gone.

Scarface couldn't understand why a secret realm had changed so much.

However, Sun Fan didn't say anything, and he didn't ask.

However, there was one thing he still had to remind Sun Fan of.

"The next class meeting for Class 5 is coming up soon. Are you ready?"

Sun Fan nodded.

Scarface stopped saying anything more.

Sun Fan recalled the last class monitor election.

After being reminded by Scarface, and with the help of his predecessor's memories, he clearly realized the problem.

The predecessor's direct combat strength was at best that of an officer, and in terms of actual combat experience, he was probably only slightly stronger than a human. If he hadn't been secretly plotted against, he would never have become the leader of a squad.

Ha ha.

It's time to settle some accounts.

The rules at the Dark Martial Arts School have always been few and far between.

The teachers' duties are basically limited to teaching and announcing rules and regulations.

Maintaining classroom discipline, assigning homework, and paying attention to students' physical and mental health are all nonexistent.

Regular class meetings are a tradition at the Dark Martial Arts School; except for the first one, no teachers are usually present.

Unlike other noisy classrooms.

The classroom of Class 5 was very quiet.

Most people were deep in thought, their expressions varied. They sat together in twos and threes, vaguely forming three circles.

Because their class is very special.

Or rather, there is a very special person.

Sun Fan.

Most people will do at least some research on the Dark Martial Arts School before coming to it.

But Sun Fan was different. He was almost a complete novice, and when he first arrived, he even had a kind of fantasy, or rather, a beautiful vision.

That kind of naive stupidity is simply laughable.

Coincidentally, someone secretly offered a high price to have the elites in their class go easy on Sun Fan and make him the first class monitor.

Clearly, this is aimed at him.

The greater the power, the more resources, and the greater the responsibility.

The class monitor has the right to allocate resources, and naturally has to bear the responsibility of representing the class.

Whether it's the monthly ranking matches or the year-end competition, the class monitor is undoubtedly a key player.

Clearly, someone wants to get rid of Sun Fan.

These elites from Class 5 didn't say much.

In their eyes, Sun Fan was nothing more than a temporary scapegoat.

At the next class meeting, the real class monitor will be chosen from among these elite students.

A month won't cause any major delays.

Things unfolded exactly as they had predicted.

Sun Fan, who was ignorant of his own limitations, was seriously injured in a sparring match.

If a teacher hadn't happened to be passing by, it wouldn't be surprising if he had been beaten to death.

Just when everyone thought he was finished.

This newbie made a desperate decision!

With a severely injured body, I venture into the secret realm for a final push.

At first, nobody took it seriously.

In the high-pressure environment of the Dark Martial Arts Academy, there is never a shortage of people willing to risk their lives in the secret realm.

Many people even come to the Dark Martial Arts School because they can access the secret realm earlier than those outside.

Especially those dangerous secret realms.

The greater the risk, the greater the opportunity.

However, going to the secret realm while severely injured is basically tantamount to courting death.

This is an ideological imprint forged at the cost of countless lives, and it will not be easily shaken.

Even in martial arts forums, there are often legends of so-and-so obtaining some divine skill manual or peerless treasure (good medicine) in a secret realm, thus soaring to the top.

But almost no one posted about a seriously injured person going to a secret realm and having a miraculous encounter.

Saying that will only invite ridicule and mockery.

No one thought Sun Fan could get any opportunities, and most people didn't even think he could come out alive.

But then, he came out.

Moreover, based on the descriptions from those present at the time...

Perhaps he really did have a miraculous encounter.

Now, Sun Fan has become the biggest variable in Class 5.

The oppressive atmosphere didn't last long; Red Wolf was the first to lose his composure.

He said, "Hey, I'm telling you, you guys aren't really scared by that pretty boy, are you?"

"You all know what he was like when he first came here. He was a complete newbie, knowing nothing. Did you really believe he could have some kind of miraculous adventure?"

"Even if he really obtained some kind of divine skill manual, wouldn't he still have to digest it?"

"If you ask me, we should take this opportunity to cripple him. I refuse to believe he can be so lucky twice!"

After he finished speaking, he looked around at everyone, but no one paid any attention to him.

This made his behavior seem like that of a clown.

Unable to contain his temper any longer, he slammed his fist on the table.

"What's wrong? Scared to death by some pretty boy? A bunch of cowards!"

Just then, a flirtatious and seductive voice came from the back of the classroom: "Wow, our Brother Hong is so impressive! How about this, we'll give you all the challenge order later, you go first, okay?"

Hong Jiu, still fuming, looked towards the back row with a gloomy expression. There, he saw a simply dressed woman slowly trimming her nails with a small knife.

Seeing Hong Jiu's murderous gaze, she not only wasn't nervous, but even winked at him.

Despite wearing bulky clothes that completely conceal her body lines, she always exudes an irresistible charm, whether sitting or moving.

When Red Wolf saw who spoke, a hint of wariness flashed across his angry face.

"Mu Bing?"

"What, is someone's name really that hard to remember?"

Mu Bing rolled her eyes at him, but although it was clearly a look of disdain, it looked like she was being coquettish.

A hint of apprehension flashed across Red Wolf's face. He wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

Unexpectedly, seeing his cowardly appearance, Mu Bing became relentless: "What's wrong? Brother Hong? Say something! You were so tough just now, what's wrong? You chickened out when it came to a real challenge?"

Red Wolf's face resembled that of one of the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult, flashing with purple, white, gold, and blue.

Finally, gritting his teeth, he suppressed his inner impulse and slowly said, "It's not that I'm afraid to be the first to go, it's just that I'm afraid you'll get the advantage!"

"Tch, so he still chickened out." The disdain in Mu Bing's eyes was a crazy provocation to Red Wolf's nerves.

His eyes gradually turned bloodshot, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

I really want to cut her head off with my own hands.