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

Sun Fan thought that if he didn't participate in the year-end competition, those troubles would disappear from his life.

He was wrong.

The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease.

In mid-October, as the leaves of the trees at the Dark Martial Arts School began to turn yellow, a piece of news quietly circulated on campus—Sun Fan's name appeared on the registration list for the year-end competition.

The day the news broke, Sun Fan was practicing the Shenzhao Scripture in the training room. When Dong Dahai pushed open the door, his face was very pale, as if he had swallowed a fly.

"Squad leader, something's happened."

Sun Fan opened his eyes and saw Dong Dahai's expression, and he already guessed seven or eight parts of what was going on.

"What is it?"

"Someone has registered for the year-end competition using your name." Dong Dahai handed over his phone, on which was a screenshot clearly showing—Class 5, Grade 1, Sun Fan, registered.

Sun Fan took the phone, glanced at it, and then returned it.

"Is it possible to find out who reported it?"

"I can't find it." Dong Dahai shook his head. "The registration system uses a student ID and password. Everyone has their own password, and theoretically only the registered person can register. But if you've given your password to someone else, or if someone has cracked it—"

"I haven't told anyone."

"Then there's only one possibility," Dong Dahai said in a low voice, "someone hacked the system."

Sun Fan remained silent for a while, then stood up and walked to the window.

The autumn sun shone through the window, falling warmly on his shoulders. But he couldn't feel the warmth; instead, he felt a chill run down his back.

Someone doesn't want him to have any peace and quiet.

Someone was watching him from the shadows, and just when he thought he could finally catch his breath, they shoved him hard.

"Does Old Zhang know?"

"You should know that. But once you register, you can't cancel—that's the rule of the Dark Martial Arts Academy. Registration is voluntary, and you're free to withdraw, but you must withdraw before the registration deadline. The registration deadline was yesterday, and the list has already been finalized."

In other words, he's already in a precarious position.

We must participate in the year-end competition.

It cannot be refunded.

"Squad leader, could it be Yao Xiaozheng?" Dong Dahai asked tentatively. "The mentor of the Fierce Tiger, is he trying to avenge his disciple?"

Sun Fan shook his head: "It's not him. Yao Xiaozheng is a man of principle, upright and honest. If he wants revenge, he will do it fair and square, not through such despicable means."

"Who could it be?"

Sun Fan did not answer.

He was thinking about something.

From the moment he was framed and sent to the dark martial arts school, there was an invisible hand pushing him along.

His parents disappeared, he was framed and imprisoned, and then someone claiming to be a close friend of his parents suggested he fill out an application to a dark martial arts academy. All of this seems like a coincidence, but if you put them together, it's a carefully orchestrated scheme.

Someone wanted him to get into the Dark Martial Arts School.

Someone was waiting for him at the Dark Martial Arts Academy.

The Yan brothers, Yan Gaojiang and Yan Gaotian, were just that knife.

The knife is broken, but the person who held it is still here.

That person didn't want him to participate in the year-end competition because he didn't want Sun Fan to stand on that stage—once he stood there, he would be seen, seen by more people, and more people would ask, "Who is this freshman?" "Why is he so strong?" "Who is behind him?"

But none of this would have happened if Sun Fan hadn't participated.

He will continue to quietly cultivate in the dark martial arts academy, quietly grow stronger, and quietly be forgotten.

Then, at some unknown moment, that person will strike again.

This time, there will be no more pawns like Yan Gaojiang and Yan Gaotian.

This time, it will be that person himself.

Sun Fan turned around and looked at Dong Dahai.

"Day, help me find someone."

"Who?"

"I don't know who he is," Sun Fan said. "But I do know that he used to be in the Dark Martial Arts Academy, or he might still be there now. He's very familiar with the rules of the Dark Martial Arts Academy, knows how to hack into the registration system, and knows how to kill someone in the secret realm without leaving a trace. His martial arts skills are very high, at least higher than Fierce Tiger's. He has a lot of influence, enough to mobilize people like Yan Gaotian to work for him."

Dong Dahai's brows were furrowed tightly.

"Class monitor, you're asking me to look up someone who doesn't exist."

"He exists," Sun Fan said. "He's watching us from the shadows. He wants me dead, but not now. When, I don't know."

He paused for a moment: "So, I need to find him before he makes a move."

Dong Dahai was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

I tried my best.

The news that Sun Fan had been forced to register for the year-end competition quickly spread throughout the Dark Martial Arts School.

Red Wolf was sparring with someone on the training field when he heard the news. He punched his opponent, sending him staggering three steps back, then stopped, turned around, and looked at the messenger. His expression changed several times.

"What did you say? The class monitor got signed up? Didn't he say he wasn't going to participate?"

"Someone registered using his account, and the system has already locked it; it can't be refunded."

Red Wolf's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Who did it?"

"have no idea."

"Don't know?" Red Wolf's voice rose. "Investigate!"

"We can't find anything." The informant shook his head. "The login records for the registration system have been erased, the IP address is fake, and we don't know how the student ID and password were leaked. The other party did it very cleanly, leaving nothing behind."

Red Wolf stood there, his chest heaving violently, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

Du Ming walked over from the other side of the training field and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't act impulsively. Impulsiveness won't solve the problem."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Red Wolf glared at Du Ming. "The class monitor's been completely humiliated, and you're telling me not to act impulsively?"

Du Ming didn't answer, but instead took out his phone and dialed Sun Fan's number.

"Squad leader, Red Wolf wants to visit you."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Sun Fan's voice came through: "Let him come. Don't cause trouble."

Du Ming hung up the phone and looked at Red Wolf: "The squad leader wants you to go, but don't cause trouble."

Red Wolf took a deep breath, calmed his boiling blood, and turned to walk out.

Zhang Guangcheng met Sun Fan in his office.

The old man didn't look well today; he had heavy dark circles under his eyes, the ashtray on his desk was piled high with cigarette butts, and the whole office was filled with a pungent smell of smoke.

"I know about the registration," Zhang Guangcheng said bluntly, his voice a little hoarse. "I checked, but I couldn't find anything."

Sun Fan sat opposite him, his expression calm.

"I know."

"You know?" Zhang Guangcheng raised an eyebrow.

"There aren't many people who can tamper with the Dark Martial Arts Academy's system without leaving a trace," Sun Fan said. "The fact that it can't be detected is itself an answer."

Zhang Guangcheng stared at him for a long time, then suddenly sighed.

"Sometimes your mind is really scary." He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. "Since you've guessed it, I won't beat around the bush—I suspect this was done by someone inside the school."