The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

The student almost jumped up.

"Is the difference in level of understanding?"

"What we lack is money! It's cultivation level! It's fate!"

"A pound of demon general meat costs five hundred in the market."

"Do you know how much a pound of 'one and a half-step demon king's meat' costs?"

Ye Chuhao feigned surprise.

"How many?"

The student held up five fingers and gritted his teeth.

"Five hundred thousand!"

"That one bite can save you more than ten days of arduous training!"

"Do you think there's a big difference?"

The more he talked, the more vulnerable he became.

"What's even more infuriating is that they don't have to hand over their cell phones!"

"Why should I?"

"Even favoritism shouldn't be this extreme!"

Ye Chuhao looked towards the cafeteria.

Yan Cong's phone was plugged into the power bank next to him, the screen still lit up. He was probably replying to a number of girls at the same time.

Li Juefeng ate with one hand while using the other to manage cash flow on his phone.

Tong Jingcheng was wearing headphones, probably still keeping an eye on the new song charts.

Students from other classes outside, carrying their lunchboxes, had eyes that were almost red with envy.

Ye Chuhao stroked his chin.

"It's a bit hateful, huh?"

"Of course!"

The student seemed to have finally found a kindred spirit.

"Class 8 has always been number one in the grade, and they usually look at Class 9 with a droopy."

"Just half a day ago, Class 9 was still ranked last in the country."

"Now that they're suddenly receiving the highest level of treatment, it's no wonder they're not convinced."

In the field.

The burly man leading the group from Class 8 took a step forward.

His name is Wang Hu, and he is an eighth-level martial artist.

Among senior high school students, he is already considered very capable.

Where is your class monitor?

"Where's your deputy squad leader?"

"Tell them to come out!"

Yan Cong picked his nose, looking disdainful.

"What's wrong?"

"You're not convinced?"

"I refuse to accept this!"

Wang Hu pointed at the small canteen, his eyes turning red.

"What right do you bunch of good-for-nothings have to eat the flesh of a half-step demon king?"

"Why is it that only the Eighth Class gets to eat demon general meat?"

"Oh?"

"waste?"

Yan Cong turned to look at Ye Chen.

"Old Ye, what's Old Long's phone number again?"

"I need to call our Deputy Dragon King."

"For example, someone from Class 8 publicly questioned the Dragon King Palace, saying that the Dragon King was at most a small golden mudfish."

Ye Chen smiled and cooperated with great skill.

"I have some."

"Should we fight now?"

Wang Hu's eyes twitched violently.

"etc!"

The students fell silent for a moment.

Dragon King.

Long Aotian.

That man who had just broken through to the Grandmaster level, led the Dragon King Palace out of the school, and shouted that he wanted to slay the gods.

If they really get called back...

Wang Hu swallowed hard, forcing a smile, and said, "I called the squad leader first! Why did you call the vice squad leader back?"

"Call your class monitor out here!"

"I'm going to see today what makes the class monitor of Class 9 so deserving of this kind of treatment!"

Yan Cong showed a thoughtful expression.

"Class monitor..."

He looked at Ye Chen.

"Old Ye, who did the principal just suspect our class monitor of?"

Ye Chen also pretended to think about it for a moment.

Then he clapped his hands.

"I remember now."

"I think his name is something like... the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?"

The air was silent for half a second.

Wang Hu's lips twitched.

The Desolate Heavenly Emperor?

Is that being in the sky even more outrageous than the Dragon King?

Wang Hu's eyes darted around, and suddenly he saw Lu Ming walking towards him from the other side of the crowd, and his eyes lit up.

His eyes lit up.

He knew this person!

Labor Committee Member of Class 9.

He casually defeated me once during a previous class competition.

He's usually so quiet you could barely get a word out of him.

It's him!

"Hey you!"

Wang Hu raised his hand and pointed.

"It's you!"

"Class 9 labor committee member! Come out!"

The crowd looked in the direction he was pointing.

Lu Ming and Ye Long had arrived at the outer perimeter at some point.

Ye Long crossed his arms and watched the scene with great interest.

Lu Ming stopped in his tracks.

He was already carrying a lot of pent-up frustration.

At this moment, being pointed at and called out by a young martial artist, his eyes gradually turned cold.

He had previously refused to reveal his identity in order to find his sister.

Now that Zhenguo No. 1 Normal School has taken over the school, whether it is hidden or not is no longer of much significance.

Ye Long stood to the side, raising an eyebrow slightly.

It was not stopped.

Lu Ming stepped out of the crowd.

"You were looking for me?"

Wang Hu grinned maliciously.

"So what if I look for you?"

As he spoke, he looked at the squad leader of the First Division of the State Guard next to him.

"Sir, you mean what you just said, right?"

"If I beat any one person from Class 9, I'll make sure the whole school enjoys the same treatment as them!"

The squad leader's eyes lit up instantly when he saw that it was Lu Ming who came out.

He instinctively wanted to salute.

Lu Ming glanced at them, and the squad leader forcefully pressed his hand back down.

He suppressed a laugh, his voice booming.

"The Grand Master of the Nation, his word carries immense weight!"

Wang Hu was overjoyed.

"good!"

He turned around and waved.

"Class 8, back off!"

Brush brush!

A large space behind him instantly cleared out.

Wang Hu assumed the starting stance and focused his energy into his dantian.

"According to the rules of the martial arts world."

"One-on-one!"

"Wang Hu, Martial Artist Level 8!"

Please enlighten me!

A cheer immediately erupted from the surrounding crowd.

"Go Tiger!"

"Show the might of Class 8!"

"Let Class 9 know the true value of being number one in the grade!"

Yan Cong covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking violently.

"Old Ye."

"Um?"

"Do you think it's too late for him to kneel down now?"

Ye Chen shook his head.

"It's probably too late."

A few seconds later, he whispered again:

"That guy is really brave."

Yan Cong nodded.

"I feel a little sorry for Yongde."

While observing, Xingyao quietly opened her little notebook.

Ye Chuhao's eyes lit up.

"This melon is good."

In the arena, Lu Ming walked forward step by step.

His steps were very light.

With each step he took, the air on the playground seemed to grow heavier.

The wind stopped.

The meat flavor has faded.

The students around suddenly felt a bit cold.

Someone looked up and froze.

"It's...it's snowing?"

As the sun set, fine white snowflakes drifted down from the sky and landed on the playground, but did not melt.

Followed by.

The scene before everyone's eyes changed.

The green playground has disappeared.

Instead, a blood-red battlefield appeared.

The broken battle flag was stuck in the soil, and the human armor was shattered all over the ground.

In the distance, the mangled remains of a monster, more than ten stories high, lay on the ground, with blood slowly flowing from beneath the corpse and reaching the feet of the crowd.

"Blood!"

"So much blood!"

"vomit……"

"Where is this place?"

"Help me! There are monsters over there!"

The soldiers of the First Division of the State immediately stepped forward, releasing their true energy to protect the minds of the surrounding students.

The squad leader gave a low shout.

"Don't panic!"

"This is a battlefield projection!"

"Stand still!"

Even so, many students were still pale and their legs felt weak.

Wang Hu, who was in the center of the projection, was completely frozen in place.

Before his eyes.

The class's labor committee member, whom he once forced back with a single punch, has changed.

Lu Ming was clad in blood-red armor, with a broken battle sword slung over his shoulder, and giant monsters lying dead at his feet.

His eyes held no anger, only the indifference of someone who had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Wang Hu's starting stance crumbled little by little, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Lu Ming stopped three steps away from him, speaking in a low voice that silenced the entire playground.

"Lu Ming".

"Late stage of Grandmaster".

Please enlighten me.

Wang Hu's face was deathly pale, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Martial artist, level eight.

Challenge the late-stage Grandmaster level.

How many layers are there in between?

He couldn't figure it out.

All he knew was that this was the first time in his life he had come so close to social death.

Wang Hu's lips trembled.

"I……"

"I admit it..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The sky suddenly trembled.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

The sky that had disappeared reappeared.

A golden curtain of light stretched across the sky.

The familiar border of the live stream room slowly appeared.

next second.

Ai Kun's voice cracked with excitement, echoing throughout Jinling Martial Arts School.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

"Here it comes! After a week of preparation by the streamer, the God of War's information is ready!"

"Friendly reminder: brothers who smoke, please have some cigarettes ready before watching this live stream!"

On the playground, Lu Ming slowly raised his head, dispelling the illusion.

Ye Chuhao smiled and stretched.

"Finally an update!"

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[P.S.: Sorry, everyone. I was at the factory today, so the update is late. I had a few chapters saved up, but writing today's plot made me cry buckets. I forgot to update. I'll schedule it for midnight from now on.]