On the platform, an elderly man with white hair and black-rimmed glasses sighed.

He is Wei Wusheng, the homeroom teacher of Class 7. Su Bai is a child he has watched grow up and is also his proudest prodigy.

But ever since his talent awakened and Su Bai went to the eastern border war zone, he has never seen him again.

but.

Whenever he sees these spirited students, he can't help but recall that stubborn and determined face.

"Yes, Su Bai back then was truly a genius, it's just a pity that fate played a cruel trick on him."

Even the head of the teaching department, with his snow-white hair, sighed with emotion.

"Sigh, with his E-level talent, he'd probably be doomed if he went to be a border demon hunter with a life-or-death job."

"well."

When Su Bai was mentioned, many people's faces darkened.

Who doesn't know that former representative from No. 8 Middle School?

"Cough cough."

Ji Hongwei stood up, breaking the dull atmosphere.

"Students, you have passed the talent test. In the future, you will enter university to cultivate and become powerful martial artists, and heroes who protect the human race."

“Just yesterday, I received a combat video from the Eastern Frontier Theater of War regarding the ‘Winter Tide.’ I haven’t seen it, but I’ve experienced it there before, and I know how terrifying the ‘Winter Tide’ is.”

"At this rally, I hope that this somber video will make you deeply realize that the so-called peaceful life we ​​enjoy is only because someone is bearing the burden for you."

"Also, there might be traces of Su Bai in it. Let's all take a look."

"Play the recording!"

Click.

The conference room lights were turned off.

The projection screen then lit up.

soon.

The scene unfolds.

What came into view was the overwhelming surge of tens of millions of demons.

The suffocating sense of oppression caused the students and school leaders present to change their expressions.

soon.

Tens of millions of demon soldiers besieged Tianmen Pass.

On the steel city wall, demon slayers stood ready.

But when the image froze on that thin, suspended figure, everyone was stunned.

"It's Su Bai!" someone exclaimed.

"His body is suspended in mid-air. Has Su Bai already reached the fourth level of martial artist?"

"How could someone with only an E-level talent become a fourth-level martial artist so quickly? It's an illusion, it must be an illusion!"

"I also find it unbelievable. And why do others only guard one place, while he has to guard three?"

"Is this something Su Bai filmed to scare people?"

Not only were the school leaders astonished, but the students in the audience also engaged in a heated discussion.

Among them was a girl in a white dress who stared intently at Su Bai's figure without saying a word.

"Wan Yue, this must be fake. It doesn't resemble Su Bai at all!"

Someone nearby spoke up.

The girl, however, seemed not to have heard anything and stared blankly at the screen.

She knew.

That's him.

She won't admit her mistake.

"kill!"

At this time.

The demons in the picture launched an attack.

They struggled to scale the city wall, only to be repeatedly killed by the demon slayers.

But in this process.

Su Bai's figure remained motionless.

The only broken stone sword relentlessly cuts through the city walls, annihilating the demons that try to scale them.

"I knew it. How could Su Bai, an E-level talent, possibly deal with these demons? He'd be lucky not to be scared to death. I bet he's already dead. The image of him in this video is probably photoshopped in. Otherwise, why would he remain completely still in the face of so many demons?"

One student sneered.