Most of these discussions took place under the news article about the infatuated girl on campus, and most of the discussants were older students.

The freshmen hid under several other news articles and expressed their own views and opinions.

"Hmph! Lin Ping'an! Villa No. 1 is mine! Cherish your last night!"

"He's just a fake champion who can be easily defeated."

"I'm going to tell you something you may not believe. Lin Ping'an defeated the three idiots of Linhai and knocked them down in an instant!"

"The Three Idiots of Linhai? Are they the three idiots who call themselves the Three Heroes of Linhai? They were actually defeated by Lin Pingan. They are worthy of being called the Three Idiots. It's so funny!"

"What? We were beaten down by Lin Pingan? I don't believe it! Absolutely not! Don't try to lie, we were attacked by surprise! Also, those two bastards on the fifth and sixth floors, who are they calling the Three Idiots of Linhai? Don't change our nicknames randomly! Are you looking for a beating?"

"They are indeed three idiots. They actually took the initiative to admit their identities on the Internet! Happy!"

"I'll challenge Lin Ping'an tomorrow, and see who has better luck!"

"No need to fight for it. I'm the last one on the list. Tomorrow I'll be the first one. I'll take this walking gift bag!"

"Humph! So what? You beat Lin Pingan! I beat you again, and in the end, the fame and villa will all belong to me."

"You want to beat me? Dream on! If it weren't for the liberal arts score, do you really think I would be the last one? My actual combat ability is absolutely super strong."

"Just wait, I'll beat you to a pulp tomorrow!"

“…”

As the discussions and arguments continued, the tension between the freshmen grew stronger, with some of the disputes coming from old students who registered secondary accounts to instigate disputes.

After all, apart from killing strange beasts, they usually hunt down evil warriors and walk on the edge of life and death every day. The only time they can have some fun is during the enrollment period for new students.

After a while, as they mature quickly, it won't be that much fun anymore.

In the blink of an eye, a night passed.

Early the next morning, Lin Ping'an ended another night of hard training.

The sixth bone tempering has already reached the 156th bone, which is three quarters of the total. By tomorrow, we should be able to start the seventh bone tempering.

Get up, go out, and go to the cafeteria to have breakfast first.

The amount of exercise today may be a bit intense, so you still need to replenish some energy in advance.

After arriving at the cafeteria, he ignored the gazes of the freshmen and walked to the empty paid ordering area with ease.

As soon as he sat down, Song Changkong came out from nowhere and spoke in a flattering manner.

"Brother Lin, what would you like to eat today? I have recently developed a new dish that only requires 688 merit points. Would you like to try it?"

Hearing this, Lin Pingan replied without caring.

"Bring it up and try it. The other dishes are the same."

In an instant, the transfer was completed and Song Changkong left happily.

Before leaving, he glanced at the group of freshmen, spoke loudly and deliberately with a hint of disdain in his tone.

"What are you looking at, poor bastards? Come over here and order some food if you have the guts!"

Hearing this, several freshmen could no longer contain their anger and wanted to stand up.

But before he could get up, he was pulled down by his companions.

"Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive! I asked around last night. The senior is called Song Changkong. He is a high-level rank 3 warrior and a well-known suicidal king in the academy. The reason he has lived this long without being beaten to death is because he is a good fighter."

"Yes, yes, yes! The news we watched yesterday was also released by him."

"We can't win, we really can't win, so let's just bear with it and wait until we can win."

"A little impatience can ruin a big plan. We still have the villa challenge to fight. We can talk about that person later."

“…”

In the following time, the fragrance wafted through the cafeteria again, and the same scene as the previous two days was repeated.

Whether they are freshmen or old students, they all leave after getting their meals without staying at all.

After all, this is the cruelest thing in the world: others eat while you smell it.

What's more, when Song Changkong was cooking, he deliberately increased the range of the aroma so that it could be smelled outside the cafeteria.

Who can bear this?

When we got to the back, some new and old students approached and smelled the fragrance before they even went in.

Then, they all turned around and left with dark faces.

Hold your breath for breakfast, or don’t eat it!

Half an hour later, after eating and drinking his fill, Lin Ping'an got up and left, ready to end this farce as soon as possible.

…

When we arrived at the central square, we suddenly saw a giant arena. No one knew when and how it was transported here.

A few minutes later, the tutors, deans, and principals who had appeared yesterday appeared one after another.

In addition, around the arena, there were seniors holding various weapons, grabbing melon seeds and snacks, looking like they were watching a show.

Then, a mentor came forward to explain the rules and chose to start the challenge.

"The first match, He Chuan vs. Lin Pingan."

After three breaths, the two of them came on stage.

At this moment, Lin Ping'an was standing on the left casually, playing with the D-grade standard alloy long sword in his hand.

There are faint cracks on the long sword, and it seems unclear how long it can last.

Another freshman named He Chuan was standing on the right, holding a red cherry spear, and talking excitedly with a look of excitement on his face.

"Lin Ping'an, remember my name is He Chuan, this will become the nightmare of your life."

"It only takes three shots to deal with you. If I can't defeat you, I lose."

Hearing this, the school leaders on the podium showed a strange look on their faces, and pity appeared in their eyes.

Poor thing!

I don’t know if this freshman named He Chuan will not be able to withstand the blow.

I am so unlucky that I met Lin Pingan, the super goofy king, as soon as I entered school.

Near the ring, the mentor who was serving as the referee twitched his mouth, and the impending tragic ending also emerged in his mind.

At this time, He Chuan couldn't wait to urge.

"Teacher, please start quickly! I can't wait any longer!"

Good man, you are really courting death.

"Ahem! Start!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, He Chuan rushed forward with a red tasseled spear in his hand and a smile on his face.

In response, Lin Ping stood quietly where he was, watching the other party getting closer and closer, his eyes full of indifference.

"A flash of cold light comes first, then the gun shoots out like a dragon, take my Star-Pointing Gun!"

He Chuan shouted some childish lines with great force, and waved his spear with great vigor, creating flowers of gunfire.

At once, three gun shadows appeared, seemingly real and illusory, and it was impossible to tell which one was real and which one was fake.

The next moment, Lin Ping'an's mouth corners twitched slightly.

“Fancy!”

As he spoke, traces of blood mixed with traces of purple evil energy wrapped around the long sword, making the originally ordinary D-grade standard alloy weapon appear evil and awe-inspiring, like a divine weapon.

Then, he swung it forward, easily hitting the center of the spear tip.

Then, as smooth as cutting a piece of flesh, he instantly split the spear into two.

In a daze, before He Chuan could react, the knife was placed on his neck.

At this moment, he was completely dumbfounded.

Lose…lose…lose?

Below the stage, the freshmen were equally stunned.

Has it started?

It's over!

At this moment, the scene was silent, as if time had stopped.

Lin Pingan said indifferently.

“You lose!”

After saying this, he put away his knife, returned to his original position, and waited for the next round.

Hearing this, He Chuan walked off the stage in a daze, without even picking up the weapon that was split into two.

I don’t know whether I forgot or I don’t want it anymore.