The other students were all confused, while Huo Ling'er stared wide-eyed, her face blank, not knowing what had happened.

Chen Feng looked surprised, Zhao Hanhai was somewhat taken aback, while Liu Changqing squinted his eyes, expressionless.

After an unknown amount of time, applause rang out, and Liu Changqing walked out with a big smile on his face.

"Damn it, you can't judge a book by its cover... I didn't realize you were such a master of trickery."

Zheng Shaoyang and others, who had been clapping along with Liu Changqing, stopped when they realized something was wrong.

"Hehe, Situ Liu, even if he is suspected of taking shortcuts, you can't deny that his character is extraordinary."

Zhao Hanhai snapped out of his daze and smiled slightly.

Liu Changqing snorted coldly, too lazy to speak.

Chen Feng noticed the confusion in everyone's eyes and said calmly, "He used to be a heinous death row inmate, but a year in prison has worn away too much of his spirit and energy, and his strength is far from what it used to be... He also has a very fatal weakness: his left leg was crippled when he resisted arrest."

Everyone suddenly realized what was going on, and Zhou Xiaoguang breathed a long sigh of relief.

As for Zhao Hanhai's statement that he had a good character, it was automatically ignored by everyone.

As for one's character, no one, absolutely no one, would think that there is a problem with their character.

Shen Qian didn't care about this; he just wanted to test himself, and so far, the results were good.

Even if Prisoner Number Seven is weakened, his true strength is still that of a beginner martial artist at the first level. So what if he knows his weakness? Can an ordinary quasi-martial artist exploit his weakness?

I'm afraid that while I may have the idea, I lack the corresponding ability.

Liu Changqing probably knew the difference between them, which is why he didn't say much and even forgave Shen Qian for disrupting his original plans by forcibly standing up for Huo Ling'er.

"snort!"

With a nasal hum, Liu Changqing flicked his wrist, and a small white porcelain bottle flew over.

Shen Qian reached out and grabbed it, but his fingers trembled... Ouch, that really hurts. Do you, a high-level martial artist, need to be so petty?

On the surface, Chen Qian remained quite obedient, asking directly, "What is this?"

"A Fusion Pill," Liu Changqing said casually. "A small reward for those who clear the level."

Rongyuan Pill...

Shen Qian paused for a moment. If he remembered correctly, he seemed to already have one, which he had taken from Wei Sijian's laboratory that day.

This thing doesn't seem to be of much use to him.

"Hiss, it's actually a Fusion Pill..."

"If I remember correctly, this thing costs seventy or eighty thousand yuan a piece, and you might not even be able to buy it."

"With this pill, the success rate of advancing to the Martial Realm will increase by at least 30%, and the vital energy will also be more condensed!"

Zhou Xiaoguang scoffed, interrupting the group's excited discussion, "You talk as if you're sure you can get it. Do you even have that kind of luck... Besides, the market price of Rongyuan Pill is over 100,000."

Shen Qian ignored the sarcasm hidden in Zhou Xiaoguang's words; he was completely captivated by the last sentence.

This Rongyuan Pill can actually sell for over 100,000?

If he adds the one he already had, wouldn't that mean he'd have 200,000 in assets...?

Hmm, no, the system must also have the recipe for the Fusion Pill, but I don't know how easy it is to find the ingredients. If I could find them...

Holy crap, that's millions in a minute!

"Thank you so much, Teacher Liu, for your generous gift. I will repay your kindness in the next life!"

So Shen Qian bowed to Liu Changqing very formally.

Liu Changqing nodded slightly, then vaguely felt that something was not quite right, but before he could figure it out, Chen Feng had already spoken.

"Those who draw number nine, please enter!"

Without hesitation, Zhou Xiaoguang showed the note and then stepped into the circle first.

“Prisoner number nine, hijacked a plane, killed 21 people, was arrested and imprisoned three months ago, his cultivation level is the second stage of the initial martial artist, and he will be executed in seven days. After evaluation, he can still exert the strength of the middle stage of the first stage of the initial martial artist.”

Chen Feng finished reading the information indifferently, then released Prisoner Number Nine from his restraints and let him walk into the circle at a leisurely pace.

Compared to Prisoner Number Seven, who was obviously a psychopath, Prisoner Number Nine was much more ordinary.

Many people even subconsciously think that this is the fruit vendor in front of their house, or the street sweeper.

He had an honest face and ordinary eyes. He just stood there blankly, seemingly not quite understanding the situation.

In contrast, Zhou Xiaoguang looked full of fighting spirit.

He had managed to escape danger even before sinking, so he felt there was no reason why he couldn't do better.

Liu Changqing frowned, unusually hesitant, as if unsure what promises to Prisoner Number Nine should make, or whether he should let Prisoner Number Nine and Zhou Xiaoguang fight to the death.

But Zhou Xiaoguang was clearly impatient. Before Liu Changqing could even speak, he shouted and rushed out.

Chen Feng and the other two had no time to stop them.

Zhou Xiaoguang leaped high a meter away from Prisoner Number Nine and delivered a textbook-style whip kick that slammed down on him.

Prisoner number nine seemed to have been stunned, standing still throughout the process, letting Zhou Xiaoguang's whip kicks come down.

Just as Zhou Xiaoguang was about to succeed in his attack, Prisoner Number Nine suddenly looked up. He still didn't dodge, but instead gathered his claws together and grabbed straight at Zhou Xiaoguang's crotch.

Fast, ruthless, and accurate.

The extremely slight fluctuation of vital energy even brought about a violent wind, turning Zhou Xiaoguang's loose sweatpants into bodysuits.

A clear look of panic flashed across Zhou Xiaoguang's eyes. He could take Prisoner Number Nine's life directly, but at the same time, he might also become incompetent.

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