If you want to secure a good ranking, simply surviving time is definitely not enough. After all, 37 universities are competing for only 3 spots. Kyoto University and Shanghai University only consider rankings regardless of scores, and do not take into account the allocation of medicines.
If you want to compete for a top-three finish, you'll definitely need to fight. In high-intensity battles, you not only have to protect yourself from injury, but also your imaging equipment, which is indeed quite difficult.
Ultimately, these students are just a group of high school juniors and seniors. Some of them can't even protect themselves, let alone need protective equipment.
Xu Qingyuan then said, "There's no need to rush into a decision now. You have one night to consider it. Those who want to participate in the competition can register when we gather tomorrow morning. I hope everyone will think it through carefully. Life is not a game, so please choose wisely!"
After saying that, he left the classroom, giving the young people time to think it over.
Wang Zheng was not about to give up. He remembered that killing alien beasts could increase his spiritual energy limit. Now, his eyes were shining, and he wished that everyone would give up so that he could slowly kill them all by himself.
Wang Zheng turned around and looked at Wu Huan and Chu Xiaoman.
Wu Huan looked resolute, seemingly having no intention of backing down, while Chu Xiaoman appeared somewhat hesitant.
Wang Zheng assumed the 14-year-old girl was scared and patted Chu Xiaoman's head. "If you're scared, then don't go. Actually, it's best if you and Wu Huan don't go either. I can handle things on my own. You know my capabilities. If I need to take care of you, it will only affect me."
Chu Xiaoman slapped Wang Zheng's hand away. "What nonsense are you talking about? I just don't want to take the boat anymore. No matter how powerful you are, your spiritual energy will eventually run out. You'll also get tired and need to rest. If we go with you, at least someone can help keep watch at night."
Wu Huan then chimed in, "You don't need to try to persuade me. I won't give up no matter what. Give me my knife later, and I'll go and get used to it. The knives we use for practice here feel different from our own."
Both she and Chu Xiaoman had stored their knives in Wang Zheng's storage ring before setting off.
Wang Zheng smiled and nodded without trying to persuade her further. He looked carefully at the aloof and proud girl in front of him. Her firm gaze, her lips that were slightly pale from exertion, and her slightly disordered and rapid breathing suggested that she was not as calm and composed as she appeared.
Wang Zheng thought to himself, what kind of world is this? At the innocent age of fourteen or fifteen, the two people in front of him are already facing life and death.
For the first time, he felt a genuine loathing for this world.
Amidst the noisy discussions, evening self-study quickly came to an end. Many students chose to practice extra in the evening, as if this could alleviate their anxiety.
Wang Zheng also found a secluded corner and took out Chu Xiaoman and Wu Huan's weapons.
He sat on the sidelines watching Wu Huan patiently swing his knife again and again, and then Chu Xiaoman seemed to be drawn into the scene and started practicing along with him.
After a while, Wang Zheng stepped forward, smiled, and patted Wu Huan on the shoulder, saying, "Your breathing rhythm is all messed up. You shouldn't practice anymore. If you keep practicing, you might not be able to draw your sword tomorrow. You guys go back, take a shower, and get a good night's sleep. Don't worry too much, I'll take care of everything!"
Wu Huan instinctively wanted to refuse, but feeling the warmth from Wang Zheng's hand and seeing his concerned eyes, her heart softened for no reason, and tears almost welled up in her eyes.
Then she bit her lip hard, nodded vigorously, grabbed Chu Xiaoman, and ran away as fast as she could.
It was past ten o'clock when Wang Zheng returned to the dormitory. Usually, Chi Bofei would have been asleep by this time, but today seemed to be an exception, as the lights were still on.
Seeing Wang Zheng push open the door and enter, Chi Bofei asked, word by word, "You'll be participating in the competition tomorrow, right?"
This was the first time in nearly a week that Chi Bofei had spoken to Wang Zheng on his own initiative; his voice was hoarse and even somewhat harsh.
Wang Zheng didn't speak, but stared at Chi Bofei's bloodshot eyes and slowly nodded.
"That's good, that's good." Chi Bofei's voice gradually became barely audible.
...
The next morning, after breakfast, when the participants gathered, only about 50 of the original 117 remained. After all, not all schools were vying for rankings. Among these 50 were well-organized three-person teams and lone wolves who wanted to take on the challenge alone.
Surprisingly, all three students from Shanghai University gave up.
Looking at Chi Bofei, who was standing alone at the front of the line, Wang Zheng felt a little uneasy. He could clearly sense malice emanating from Chi Bofei, though he didn't understand why. But that didn't matter anymore; if they really encountered each other...
When the instructor saw Wang Zheng and Chu Xiaoman in the group, he was quite surprised. He didn't expect the two of them to be so bold.
After confirming that everyone agreed to participate, the instructor gave the order to set off, and everyone immediately took their backpacks and weapons and boarded the ship.
Just over half an hour later, the outline of the island in the distance could be clearly seen.
As the instructor distributed the cameras, he introduced the island to everyone: "The small island ahead is our destination. It's called Butterfly Island because it's symmetrical and resembles a butterfly. The central area of the island is open and crisscrossed by streams. It's not only the only drinking water source for all the strange beasts on the island, but also where our daily supplies are delivered..."
Listening to the instructor's explanation, Wang Zheng took the small, wearable camera from the instructor and casually attached it to his forehead. Wu Huan followed suit and put it on as well.
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