Gao Xingyu, poked in the centre by Jiang Nan’s single finger, spasmed all over and froze solid on the spot.
The expression on his face was spectacularly colourful.
He was absolutely livid.
He had barely endured until the match ended, and this guy still poked him.
Aaaargh! You are not human!
(ಥ皿ಥ)
[Resentment value from Gao Xingyu +1000!]
Meanwhile, Jiang Nan had his hands in his pockets, acting as if he had done nothing at all, whistling casually as he sauntered away.
Shh~ (´◔ε◔`)
…
When they heard Han Menglu’s announcement that the match had ended, every single person still standing on the desert field shed tears of gratitude.
The reason they could still stand here was not strength at all. It was pure luck.
It was because Jiang Nan had not come to collect their heads.
As the mist cleared and sunlight poured down, the surviving students finally saw the full scene.
More than a hundred people lay scattered across the desert, covered in yellow sand and foaming at the mouth.
They looked at the “group photo” of more than two hundred people embedded in the marble wall.
The lucky survivors shuddered violently.
South God is too inhumane.
He actually embedded them all in the wall?
Is this some kind of wall of honour?
Does it have to be this cruel?
What made it even more despairing was that every male member of the Slay-South Alliance was now down to nothing but their underwear.
That was the only possession Jiang Nan had left them. Everything else had been cleanly stripped by the void black holes.
All of them had suffered the torment of the diamond-grade durians.
Then they looked at Jiang Nan, standing leisurely on a sand dune with his hands in his pockets.
He looked perfectly fresh. Let alone wounds, he did not even have a scratch.
“Facts prove that South God really is a god. So strong it makes you despair, alright?”
“No! This is impossible! I don’t believe it! Quack quack quack! Don’t pull me! I’m not mad!”
“This isn’t just a gap. It’s a chasm. I can’t even see South God’s shadow. How am I supposed to catch up? We’re not even in the same dimension! Waaah~”
“Σ_(꒪ཀ꒪」∠) Blegh~ Save me! Save me! It stinks so much! Hell can’t be worse than this!”
At this moment, the surviving students all had red eyes and streaming tears. Was it gratitude? Relief? Or despair?
Some stared blankly as if their souls had left them. Some little girls sat on the ground, wiping tears with the backs of their hands, utterly wronged.
Ye Xinghe spat out a mouthful of blood, sucked in a cold breath at the photo wall of more than two hundred people, and gave Jiang Nan a thumbs-up.
Impressive!
Tao Xinyi looked at Jiang Nan with pride, her eyes full of little stars.
Right now, including Jiang Nan, Class 10 had five people, but a total of 23 remained.
The other nine classes shared the remaining spots, with only seven or eight per class.
This had basically secured Class 10 a top position in the rankings.
The other nine mentors had faces darker than coal. Losing the match was nothing. The psychological damage was the hardest to bear.
They never should have let Jiang Nan participate.
At this moment, a group of little nurses wearing gas masks struggled mightily to pry the more than two hundred people off the photo wall.
They carried them on stretchers to Li Bing, looking anxious.
“Sister Li Bing, what’s wrong with them? We can’t cure them at all?”
“Yeah! Their injuries are healed, but why can’t they move? So strange!”
“They all have their eyes wide open, and their expressions look really painful!”
Li Bing pinched her nose, suddenly remembering Ye Zhenguo howling after being poked by Jiang Nan, and could not help laughing.
“Take them away, take them away! No need to worry! They’ll be fine in a bit. That little rascal Jiang Nan knows how to hold back!”
Wang Dong and the others were frantic.
What do you mean they’ll be fine in a bit?
We’re in serious pain, okay? Our whole bodies are paralysed and we can’t move!
Can’t you at least treat us a little?
Is that Jiang Nan’s pressure-point technique? Even recovery spirit skills can’t fix it?
[Resentment value from Wang Dong +1000!]
[From…]
At this moment, the senior students watching the desert battlefield were also in an uproar. That photo wall was simply too shocking.
Wei Teng said excitedly, “I really want to fight Master again. I…”
Niu Dabiao rolled his eyes. “Pull your trousers up! Be glad you’re not in the same year as Jiang Nan! Otherwise we’d be the ones getting wrecked!”
At this moment, Xiao Chuohuo, face blackened, was cursing from the stands, spitting everywhere.
“Huh? Tell me! Did you do it on purpose?”
“I can see you just wanted to blow me up!”
“If I ever let you join this kind of event again, I’ll read my own name backwards!”
Jiang Nan looked at the stands in shock, startled into a shiver. “Wow~ Why is the dean’s face so black? Did Dahei infect him?”
“What’s he saying over there? So worked up? Must be furious with these useless students, right?”
Zhong Yingxue could not hold back her laughter.
Are you sure the dean isn’t talking about you?
The desert arena was cleared. This venue was now unusable.
The advancement list was pulled up, and the matchup list was randomly generated.
While that happened, Han Menglu also began constructing the arenas for the advancement and ranking matches.
An hour later, on the benches in the rest area at the edge of the arena.
The atmosphere in Class 10’s section was lively. Everyone was discussing the flying Gundam from earlier. Yu Qingqing was even feeding snacks to Little Dimple as a reward.
Over in Classes 1 to 9, everyone had dark faces as if they had lost all their dreams.
“Blegh~ I bloody vomited. What the hell is this smell on me? Soap can’t even wash it off!”
“Even marinating in a cesspit for eighteen years wouldn’t smell this bad!”
“What do we do? Not making the top hundred is one thing, but smelling like this, my girlfriend won’t want me anymore…”
They cursed and vomited, leaving a pile of mosaic-worthy vomit in front of the benches.
The scene? Yuck~
“That damned Jiang Nan. Let’s go reason with him. Make him give us an explanation! Come on!”
“Yeah, yeah! How can we face people smelling like this?”
Suddenly three or four hundred people stood up and glared viciously at Jiang Nan.
However, Jiang Nan did not feel like talking. He simply raised two golden middle fingers towards the crowd.
Everyone immediately shrank their necks and sat back down in perfect unison.
“Ah… well~ ac… actually I quite like this lingering fragrance~ blegh!”
“Stinky men are stinky men! We’ve got to smell a bit! This is manly scent! We should even thank South God!”
“Mm! We can only blame our own lack of skill. How can we blame South God?”
“South God was actually quite righteous. He only made me spit three mouthfuls of blood and lose two front teeth! He didn’t even go hard!”
Nearby, Gao Xingyu covered his face.
Do you lot have to be this spineless? And you still want to reason with Jiang Nan?
Jiang Nan doesn’t reason at all!
Just then, the matchup lists for the top hundred and the elimination ranking matches were released.
They were all displayed on the holographic projection above the arena.
Before Jiang Nan could even look,
A sky-piercing wail echoed, like a marmot howling madly on the roadside.
A burly man from Golden Eight knelt on the ground, clutching his head and weeping, face full of grief.
“Why? Why is heaven so unfair to me? I barely made it to the top hundred!”
“Why do I have to face South God? Who the hell can beat that?”
ᕙ(|||꒦ິ口꒦ີ)ᕗ~ Ah!
“I forfeit!”
Jiang Nan: (·•᷄ࡇ•᷅)ˀ̣ˀ̣
Bloody hell, the matchup list has been out for less than ten seconds and I’ve already won a match?
Xia Yao covered her mouth and snickered. “I bet a kiss! You’re probably going to sit on the bench until the end!”
Wu Liang covered his face.
I can see you just want to kiss Brother Nan!
Jiang Nan laughed. “How could that happen? You’re underestimating the heroes of the world too much!”
Xia Yao said confidently, “Just wait and see!”
Then she went up to the arena for her ranking match. There were plenty of arenas, enough for everyone to compete at the same time.
Zhong Yingxue and the others easily defeated their opponents and advanced to the top fifty.
As soon as the second round matchup list came out,
A short-haired girl burst into tears the moment she saw it.
“Waaah~ No! I don’t want to fight that devil! He’ll kill me! I forfeit!”
Jiang Nan: …
When the third round matchup list came out,
“Ah! Heavens! Earth! What did I go through all that struggle for? Eight lifetimes of bad luck to meet South God! I forfeit…”
Jiang Nan: (≖_≖)
No!
It’s already the third round!
My arse hasn’t even left the bench!
Can you at least give me some sense of participation?
If this continues, I’ll be directly escorted into the top ten, alright?
Xia Yao wiped the fragrant sweat from her forehead, her pretty face full of smugness.
Haha! The kiss is mine!
Even if I lose, I’ll kiss you! No loss~
But the meaning is different!
At this moment, even Xiao Chuohuo in the stands could not bear to watch.
Their confidence had been crushed too brutally.
Crying and wetting themselves the moment they faced Jiang Nan. What kind of behaviour is this?
They had lost all face!
He spoke loudly. “For this year-group ranking tournament, just give Jiang Nan first place and be done with it. Why bother competing?”
“Anyone object? No objections? Then just give it to this stinking brat!”
Jiang Nan was stunned.
Wow~ Really handing me first place?
Do you have to be this perfunctory? At least go through the motions. This is really embarrassing for me!
All the students shook their heads. He had already embedded them in a photo wall! Who would dare object?
Xia Yao was thrilled. Thank you, Grandpa Dean!
You’re the best!
Just then, Gao Xingyu took a deep breath and said, “Me! I object!”
Xia Yao: (｡•ˇ～ˇ•｡)
So angry!
