Full Awakening: One F is trash, three me

Yue Ming stopped, looked around at the large, human-shaped holes, and frowned slightly.

He heard the commotion from the battle, but... he didn't expect it to end so quickly.

"It's just that we live closer."

Yue Ming looked Yang Han up and down, and said calmly, "You... seem to have gotten stronger again?"

"Three days have passed, shouldn't I be getting stronger by now?"

Yue Ming: "..."

Yue Ming gritted his teeth. This guy... doesn't he ever rest?

Yang Han didn't take it seriously, walked to Yue Ming's side, looked at the people behind him, and asked curiously:

"Yue Ming, why do you have a group of people following you wherever you go? Are these all your... subordinates? Are they students too?"

Yue Ming was speechless... Nonsense! How could the school possibly allow you to bring your family?

"These are all like-minded classmates. We're just gathered together to achieve a common goal. There's no question of subordinates!"

As soon as Yue Ming finished speaking, the group of people behind him all nodded in agreement.

Yang Han didn't bother with him. He wasn't a clueless fool anymore. This Yue Ming... was very likely a direct descendant of the Yue family, or even the son of a third-generation Holy King!

If it's true, then let alone these students, strictly speaking, Yang Han is his subordinate!

The entire Zhenxing Holy City belongs to his family!

Yang Han pointed with his finger: "So you've gathered a dozen, twenty... twenty people to deal with me?"

Yang Han was somewhat surprised. Yue Ming had witnessed his strength firsthand. Could these people be stronger than him? If not, how strong could twenty people be?

Surely they wouldn't be that stupid!

Sure enough, Yue Ming shook his head and said bluntly, "Trying to deal with you now would be asking for trouble. I arrived at the school earlier, so I can gather more people to deal with you and be more confident. This is the freshman registration office, so it's the most suitable place to come."

"That's good."

Yang Han nodded. "You have more people, so please help me spread the word. If anyone wants to fight me, I'll gladly oblige, but... be prepared to be beaten to a pulp! Although the school can heal everyone,... you'll still have to bear the consequences yourself."

As Yang Han was speaking, he suddenly paused, realizing... something was wrong!

Why not just give me the price directly, and I'll let him go this time?

Since there's no such thing as elimination at school, and everyone still needs to fight him to earn points, why not pay a price and fight alongside everyone, trying not to cripple them? This way, everyone can earn credits, and he can also get corresponding benefits, and the school, as the middleman, won't make any profit!

Yang Han's eyes lit up the more he thought about it!

"good!"

A sudden shout startled Yue Ming. Why was Yang Han acting so strangely?

He stopped talking and started shouting. Could it be that he couldn't withstand the pressure of being hunted down by all the freshmen?

"Yang Han, are you alright?"

"Of course I'm fine!"

Yang Han grinned broadly and asked, "Yue Ming, do you know how much it costs a school to treat a disabled student until they recover?"

Yue Ming didn't know why Yang Han suddenly asked this, but he did know the answer.

"There are two types of healing methods. One is purely medical treatment, which consumes ordinary resources. It can save lives, but recovery is very slow, and the cost is generally not high."

Yang Han nodded. Modern medical techniques are already very advanced, but restoring a disabled person to health directly usually takes a long time and often leaves significant aftereffects.

"The second type..."

Yue Ming held up two fingers. "Talent! Martial artists with healing talent are natural healers. They often have the ability to restore people instantly, which is terrifying. However, the price for this is quite high."

Yang Han seemed to be deep in thought. Healing talent, a treasure on the battlefield!

"How many credits are needed for one rescue?"

"It will require at least 30 credits, and that number may vary depending on the severity of the injury."

Yang Han was taken aback. It seemed... not much!

Seeing that his expression was off, Yue Ming asked, "Haven't you redeemed your credits yet?"

Yang Han nodded. "How so?"

Yue Ming explained, "30 credits is quite a lot. Most people only have a little over 10,000 credits accumulated for this additional exam, and some even have 30,000 to 50,000. That only translates to a few hundred credits."

"One hundred to one?"

Yang Han complained that the school was too stingy, and at the same time checked his points.

576800!

Excuse!

Quite a lot!

He has 5768 credits, but he still doesn't know what credits can be exchanged for.

Yang Han slowly began to consider the matter. He should have been crippled anyway, but he didn't. He simply took the price they were supposed to pay. They were spared physical pain, so they should thank him!

When you add it all up, it's not expensive!

Having made up his mind, Yang Han looked at Yue Ming again, "Alright, shouldn't you settle the score with the Xuan-rank combat skill you owe me?"

Yue Ming was taken aback. A Xuan-rank combat skill?

He quickly remembered the bet he had made with Yang Han before the last battle, and his face immediately darkened.

"Where did you get this Xuan-rank combat skill? I owe you a Huang-rank combat skill!"

Yang Han looked puzzled: "Really? Did I remember wrong?"

Yue Ming was speechless. This guy... was obviously doing it on purpose.

"You only have 72 meridians to open in the Profound Rank combat skill. How could you possibly use them? Forget about the Profound Rank combat skill. A bet is a bet. I'll give you the Yellow Rank combat skill instead."

After saying that, he took out a thin book and handed it to Yang Han.

"Hahaha, that's great!"

Yang Han took it without looking at it and put it away directly.

"I'll bet with you again next time!"

Yang Han realized that Yue Ming really did possess a Xuan-level combat skill; no wonder he was from the Yue family!

We'll get him tricked sooner or later!

Since Yue Ming didn't intend to fight, Yang Han naturally had no intention of staying any longer. The school was huge, and there was still plenty of room for him to explore.

"Oh, right!"

Yang Han turned back as he left, "What I said about asking you to help me spread the word was just a joke, don't worry about it... If you still want to spread the word, just say I care about my classmates and never go too far, so they're welcome to challenge me to a duel!"

After saying that, he left.

Leaving Yue Ming speechless, he thought, "I don't believe you for a second!"

At that moment, someone walked up from behind.

"Yue Ming, why didn't you make a move just now? He was alone..."

Don't underestimate him!

Yue Ming said solemnly, "Even if we all joined forces, we're no match for him. The best way to deal with him right now is to find as many people as possible. The twenty of us we have are far from enough!"

"All right!"

Although somewhat unwilling, the group still trusted Yue Ming implicitly and didn't say much.

Soon, a couple emerged from the registration desk, their faces full of curiosity.

Yue Ming went to greet him.

"Hey classmate, interested in teaming up to hunt down Yang Han?"

The freshman's curiosity instantly turned into arrogance: "Why would I need a team with just Yang Han? I can handle him by myself. He was just lucky not to be in the same exam room as me, otherwise... you'd be the ones hunting me down now, hahaha!"

Yue Ming: "..."

So, it seems that only force can resolve this?

Yue Ming silently drew his spear...

One minute later.

The freshman looked at Yue Ming with clear eyes: "Brother Yue, is Yang Han really as strong as you say?"