Chapter 181 You Stab Yourself In the square, Isher opened her eyes, but her illusion continued. A faint green smoke enveloped the square. She waved her hand, letting it float upwards and converge into a mirror. The mirror was divided into many pieces. Some of them were maps showing the location of everyone, while others were like cameras pointing at different corners of the fantasy world. "Junior Sister Yi, are you feeling stressed?" Dean Long of Jianmen Martial Arts Academy has been standing by. Yise smiled, looking much more dignified than in the illusion: "It's just controlling some students. After all, I am a saint. Also, please call me Director Yi." Dean Long, who was always serious, did not respond to the joke. He just said, "Thank you for your hard work. Let's ask Luo Rui to come and protect the law. He will be the one to do it tomorrow. I will have to evaluate the students' performance with other members of the organizing committee then." Isser felt a little bored, and nodded, "Brother Long, please do as you please. It will be fine if I can protect you, right, Xiao Luo?" A man with short hair stood three steps behind her, holding a sword in his hand. He nodded and said, "I will protect the master. Dean Long, please rest assured." Dean Long smiled and said, "I feel relieved with you around. You are no worse than your two brothers."
Luo Rui ranks third among the disciples of the Two Worlds Tower in terms of strength. According to the conventions of each martial arts academy, the strongest one is usually called the eldest brother, regardless of age. After the second and third brothers, there is no need to rank them again. This is considered as recognition and respect for the strongest group of people. When their qualifications are no longer suitable for being disciples, the stronger ones start to accept disciples, and the weaker ones are transferred to functional positions, and naturally they are not included in the order. Anyway, no matter which martial arts academy, those who are called senior brothers by everyone are generally very strong, not to mention the top martial arts academies. And in the audience, other people could naturally see the mirror floating in the air. Gu Yan pointed at it and said, "Hey, this thing is interesting. I think Xiao Yi should just transfer to Jianmen and do this full-time in the future, hahaha." Now everyone has taken their seats. Wu Dayong, who is not of high seniority, is naturally not nearby. The people around him are basically the presidents of other martial arts academies and transcendents in the holy realm. But even so, they were all amazed at such a novel arrangement. "This is really good. No need for care. In the past, I always had to find a group of people to watch over me. It was exhausting as a dog." "However, I just don't know if the true strength can be fully replicated in the illusion." "Since they are all in use, they must have been tested by the department. Old Tan, you just like to worry about it." While everyone was talking, the bearded Wu Da remained calm, even calmer than the group of old deans. "Brother Wu, do you have a favorite candidate?" A man next to him who looked younger than him asked. "Why didn't you hold a meeting in Huangsha Cave to analyze the situation in advance?" "how come." The man smiled and said, "It's nothing more than three divine bodies, and the other eight best ones. We have ten martial arts academies, and there are exactly eleven people. There is still one surplus for each family, don't you think?" Wu Dayong said: "That's right. Anyway, we have to keep a close eye on these eleven and see who is more suitable for our own way." The man in Huangsha Cave failed to extract any information and had to give up in disappointment.
Wu Dayong's little thoughts were hidden very deeply. He stared at the mirror in the air, or to be precise, at a young man surrounded by other people. "So it was Qingcheng Martial Arts School, where Junior Brother Lin went to pick up the girl. How could he have missed him? I have to ask him next time we meet." Chen Mo in the illusion certainly didn't know that he was being spied on by a bearded man. He was studying the illusion with others. "Logically speaking, the recovery speed of injuries here should be the same as in the outside world, right?" Huang Cui asked. "That's for sure. Yangqiao is also a part of one's strength." Xue Qifeng said. "But people can't be resurrected in reality. Should we try it first?" Lu Ling hesitated. Chen Mo nodded: "What the squad leader said makes sense. Xue Qifeng, stab yourself." Xue Qifeng glared at him: "Why, why don't you stab yourself?" Chen Mo was stunned for a moment: "That's fine." He drew out his knife and stabbed Xue Qifeng in the thigh. "My darn thing!" Xue Qifeng covered his thigh and jumped away, "What are you doing!" Chen Mo spread his hands, looking innocent: "Didn't you ask me to stab you?" "I asked you to stab yourself, but you stabbed me?!" Xue Qifeng said angrily. Chen Mo said confidently: "No, I'm afraid of pain." Xue Qifeng suppressed his anger: "Oh, no wonder. Bullshit! Just because you are afraid of pain, I am not?!" Chen Mo clicked his tongue and shook his head: "I thought you were the toughest among us, so I thought you weren't afraid of pain." Xue Qifeng's eyes changed and he thought for a moment. "That really doesn't hurt too much." He loosened his hand and blood spurted out. "You really didn't hold back!" He finally couldn't hold it back. At this moment, a puff of green smoke floated by, and the evil version of Ise appeared again. He looked at Xue Qifeng with complicated eyes and blew gently. Then, the wound healed quickly in a way that was visible to the naked eye. "All the injuries are the same as in the real world." She couldn't bear to watch it anymore. Chen Mo asked, "Is it the same if you have broken arms and legs?" Isser nodded: "Yes." Chen Mo nodded and said to his friends next to him: "If the injury is too serious, it would be more cost-effective to just restart." Isher glanced at him, without stopping him from sharing his insights, and disappeared again as smoke. Lu Ling agreed: "Chen Mo is right. Now we are almost clear about the basic rules. Let's go around and familiarize ourselves with the terrain."
Before everyone set off, Chen Mo spoke again: "No, wait. I think we should not go together." "Why?" Xue Qifeng asked in a loud voice. He really disliked him and wanted to argue with him. Chen Mo said: "You should have figured out that the exam rules are actually a simulation of a treasure hunt in the underworld, right?" Everyone nodded. "So, how many steps does the treasure hunt in the Nether Abyss consist of? Gathering information, assembling a team, taking action, and escaping. Because it's an exam, we can't form a team, there's nothing we can do about it. But other aspects, such as the penalty for death, are all designed to simulate a complete action as much as possible. So I ask you, where is the step of gathering information? Is it just relying on a live map? No, in fact, it has already begun now. Senior Yi said that we can spend an hour today getting familiar with the terrain, but an hour is definitely not enough to explore such a large illusion, and the exam does not start until tomorrow, which means we can communicate with others in the evening. So we planned to search a fixed area and then gather the results at night, which is the most efficient way. This is a test of teamwork and intelligence gathering capabilities.” Xue Qifeng was sweating profusely from anxiety. He wanted to argue, but he felt that the argument made sense, and he couldn't find any point to argue with, which made him feel very uncomfortable. (End of this chapter)