Chapter 17 Battle Royale

The loud crash shattered the players' brief joy at surviving the ordeal.

Outside the door, there was no longer just one teacher, but all the teachers I had ever met.

Mr. Li, a male teacher wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a female teacher with a stiff face, a thin and gloomy dormitory manager, and even several other faculty and staff members whom I had never seen before.

They surged into the doorway like a tide, completely blocking the way out.

The hypocritical "warmth" mask on these teachers' faces was completely stripped away, replaced by extreme distortion and rage.

"How dare you pry into the secrets of the campus!" Teacher Li's voice was no longer the gentle, affected tone it used to be; instead, it became sharp and piercing, filled with the fury of someone whose wrath had been violated.

"A parasite that destroys happiness and harmony!" The female teacher's stiff face cracked into a hideous smile large enough to swallow an entire head, her voice like the scraping of glass.

"It must be eliminated! Thoroughly purified!" the dormitory manager roared, his thin body bursting with illogical power as he slammed his fist into the door frame, shattering the sturdy wooden frame instantly.

The rules are invalid!

This thought was like ice water poured over their heads, instantly overwhelming all the players.

Their conclusions about the rules seemed to have thoroughly angered the core mechanics of the instance, triggering the erasure process to maintain "order."

The teachers no longer follow any of their usual behavioral logic and rules; their only goal now is to completely tear these "restless" players apart.

"Run!" Jun Xiangbei reacted the fastest. He grabbed Yue Qingqing, who was closest to him, and they retreated abruptly to the back of the classroom.

However, at the same time, the back door of the classroom was also smashed open, and two other teachers with equally terrifying expressions blocked it.

There was no way forward or backward.

"Split up! Find a chance to break through!" Jun Xiangbei shouted sharply, and at the same time, he flipped his wrist, and a sharp longsword appeared in his hand, which was his usual weapon.

As a high-level player, Jun Xiangbei's strength was suppressed by the system when he came to a low-level dungeon, but he could still escape if he wanted to.

However, Jun Xiangbei wanted to fight for a chance of survival for others.

The teachers had already rushed in like ghosts.

They were incredibly fast and incredibly strong; ordinary desks and chairs were like paper in front of them, easily knocked away and torn to shreds.

Di Wenzhou tried to rush to the window, but the pointer in the hand of male teacher Li was like a venomous snake piercing his heart.

The pointer made a sharp, piercing sound as it cut through the air, its tip flashing with a deadly glint.

Di Wenzhou narrowly avoided the danger with a lazy roll, the pointer plunging deep into the ground where he had just stood, leaving a deep crater.

"My God!" Di Wenzhou was so frightened that he scrambled to hide behind a load-bearing pillar.

Bai Muling then encountered that female teacher.

The female teacher's arms stretched out eerily, like two pale white pythons, aiming straight for Bai Muling's neck.

Bai Muling moved nimbly, ducking to dodge, but the arm could bend and instantly wrap around her ankle.

A tremendous force came and tried to drag her toward the wall.

The walls rippled like water, as if anyone drawn in would disappear forever.

Bai Muling gripped the edge of a podium fixed to the ground tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, her face deathly pale.

Upon seeing this, Jun Xiangbei immediately swung his sword at the pale arm.

The female teacher let out a painful scream and pulled her arm back.

At the same time, the dormitory manager and two other teachers surrounded him, forcing Jun Xiangbei to turn his sword back to defend himself.

Swords flashed, and he fought against three opponents, barely holding on, but was clearly at a disadvantage. His handsome face was full of solemnity, and every block seemed extremely difficult.

Xin Yuan'er's situation was the most bizarre. He was jumping around, constantly shouting, "Holy crap, what kind of speed is this?"

"May Lady Luck bless you, Amitabha Buddha, God Amen, may this be so!"

He seemed to be running in a panic, his movements comical, but he always managed to avoid fatal attacks at the last second.

Either the light tube above his head suddenly fell and hit the teacher chasing him, or he slipped and just barely dodged the sweeping arm.

His supernatural luck buff was activated to the extreme in this desperate situation. He was in danger, but he always managed to turn the situation around. However, the level of danger made the onlookers sweat for him.

At this moment, Zhuge Jin is under the greatest pressure.

Among the six players, Zhuge Jin is the newest one.

His power comes from the imagination of readers outside the book, and because of his guidance, readers have always imagined that he has the ability to predict the future.

Faced with such blatant murderous intent, Zhuge Jin could only temporarily avoid a direct confrontation.

Fortunately, it was also because of his prophetic abilities that he was able to sense the danger in advance.

However, since the disguise was not 100% complete, this was not an active "perception" but a passive "early warning".

Countless danger signals flooded his mind like a tidal wave. Zhuge Jin extracted the most crucial information and shouted it out in the simplest way:

"Di Wenzhou, lunge to the left."

Bai Muling lowered her head.

"You are facing north. Take half a step back to the right and parry the upward slash."

"Lucky one, don't run that way, there's a trap."

Thanks to Zhuge Jin's warning, the others barely managed to hold on against the teachers' relentless attacks and did not suffer any casualties immediately.

But Zhuge Jin knew that this was nothing more than drinking poison to quench his thirst.

The players will eventually run out of energy, but the teacher's attacks seem endless and are becoming increasingly violent.

The classroom space is being compressed, and twisted traps are becoming more and more common.

"This can't go on!" Zhuge Jin gritted his teeth, his gaze sweeping rapidly across the entire battlefield.

Jun Xiangbei's strength was suppressed, and he also had to protect Yue Qingqing. Although he was strong in combat, he was surrounded by many people and was struggling to defend himself.

Di Wenzhou and Bai Muling could only protect themselves.

Xin Yuan'er relied entirely on luck and was unable to mount an effective counterattack.

They were forced to retreat continuously, and their room for maneuver became smaller and smaller.

Finally, after the dormitory supervisor smashed a section of the floor with a violent hammer blow, causing it to collapse, the remaining players were forced into a corner of the classroom.

Behind me was a cold, slightly writhing wall that seemed to come alive; in front of me were teachers slowly approaching, their faces bearing cruel smiles like cats catching mice.

"It's over...it's really over now..." Di Wenzhou looked at the terrifying figure closing in on him, his face drained of color, and murmured in despair.

Xin Yuan'er also stopped jumping, panting heavily as he leaned against the wall, his face pale. His luck seemed to have reached its limit; he had almost been hit on the head by a flying piece of gravel.

Bai Muling gripped her small dagger tightly, her eyes remaining calm, but her slightly trembling arm betrayed her exhaustion and tension.

Jun Xiangbei shielded Yue Qingqing behind him, holding the Ice Soul Sword horizontally in front of his chest. His breathing was somewhat disordered, and his eyes were full of solemnity.

Yue Qingqing was timid to begin with, and now she was clutching his clothes, tears welling in her eyes, her body trembling, but she still did not forget to use her healing abilities to heal everyone.

Zhuge Jin leaned against that unsettling wall, feeling as if all possible escape routes within his perception range were blocked.

The teachers' malicious energy acted like a physical wall, firmly sealing them off.

Is there really no way out? Is this a hopeless situation?

Just as the teachers were about to launch their final assault, Zhuge Jin's senses detected something unusual.

He keenly noticed that all the teachers, whether in front or to the side, consciously or unconsciously avoided the area around the podium in their attack postures and energy flows.

It was as if there was something there that made them wary or... needed protection.

Breakthrough!

A glint flashed in Zhuge Jin's eyes, and he said, "The area below the platform is where the core node is attacked, or where we can trigger it. This is our only way out."

His voice boomed like thunder in the dead end of despair.

Jun Xiangbei reacted extremely quickly. Almost the instant Zhuge Jin finished speaking, he poured all his strength into his sword without hesitation.

A sharp and incomparable sword aura detached from the sword, carrying a chilling aura. It did not attack the teacher in front of him, but instead drew a strange arc and shot straight down below the podium.

At the same time, Bai Muling instantly understood. With a flick of her wrist, several flying needles, gleaming with cold light, shot towards the same target.

The teachers clearly hadn't expected that, instead of trying to defend or break through, the players in their desperate situation would attack that seemingly insignificant spot.

For the first time, their faces showed an expression that was not purely angry, but rather a mixture of fear and even greater rage.

"Stop!" Teacher Li shrieked, trying to intercept the sword energy with her pointer, but she was a beat too late!

"Blasphemy!" the female teacher screamed, her body contorting as she tried to lunge forward to block the flying needles.

The dormitory supervisor let out a roar that sounded inhuman, abandoned the player in front of him, and rushed frantically toward the podium.

However, it was all too late!

"boom--!"

The sword energy and Bai Muling's flying needles struck the seemingly ordinary floor area below the podium almost simultaneously.

Instead of the expected explosion, there was a dull thud, like a thud striking rotten wood.

Immediately afterwards, a visible black ripple spread out from the podium.

Wherever the ripples passed, space was violently distorted.

The stains on the walls seemed to writhe like living things, the floor became as soft as a swamp, and the light flickered wildly and erratically.

The approaching teachers froze as if struck by an invisible hammer, their faces contorted with pain and confusion.

The ferocity emanating from them had noticeably diminished; though still terrifying, they were no longer as flawless as before.

More importantly, Zhuge Jin clearly "saw" that the energy fluctuations on the wall behind them, which was originally full of malice and seemed to be coming alive to devour them, had a brief period of blankness and disorder.

"Now! The wall behind us is fake. Charge out!" Zhuge Jin himself was the first to crash into the wall that had become illusory.

The instinct for survival overcame the fear.

Di Wenzhou and Xin Yuan'er practically closed their eyes as they charged after Zhuge Jin.

Bai Muling moved like lightning, following closely behind.

Jun Xiangbei pulled up Yue Qingqing, whose legs were still weak from fright, and his figure turned into a blur, narrowly passing through the wall at the last moment before it became solid again.

Just as the last person passed through, the wall returned to its original state, followed by even more frantic and angry roars from the teachers, and the sound of them violently slamming against the wall.

But it sounds like they can't get through the wall for the time being.

Players pass through the walls and find themselves not in another room or outdoors, but in a completely unfamiliar corridor.