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The stronghold of brilliance.

As one of the top teams in the school, Fengmang pays 20,000 points to the military academy every year in exchange for ownership of the team's base. The team's base is a sizable, unused building that the team members can modify as they wish.

At this moment, in the captain's office on the third floor, Bailizhou was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window admiring the scenery, while Zhuoyue was bandaging himself.

Bailizhou said in a deep voice, "Zhuoyue, a first-year student, how could he possibly hurt you?"

Zhuoyue: "Tch, that kid must be a dog, he pounced on me like he had no regard for his life. I only spared him because of the principal."

Baili Zhou turned to the side: "A bunch of ignorant kids, it's good to teach them a lesson."

The next second, a loud bang and the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground came from downstairs.

Zhuoyue paused in his bandaging: "Something's wrong. What's that noise outside?"

Bailizhou glanced at him sideways: "It's Mo Li."

Leng Ran stood menacingly before the gate that had been kicked down, with the freshmen already locked in combat with the Fengmang group behind him. Although the Fengmang's upperclassmen were stronger, they couldn't withstand the sheer number of freshmen.

To put it bluntly, this is the most efficient way: if you can gang up on someone, never fight one-on-one!

Feeling Baili Zhou's gaze from upstairs, he coldly looked up and met Baili Zhou's eyes. Baili Zhou felt as if he were being stared at by some kind of ferocious beast. With just a light glance, he frowned and felt a strange chill rise in his heart.

Pu Niu, standing in the lobby on the first floor, stared in shock at the group of uninvited guests.

The gate collapsed with a crash, dust billowed up, and the black-haired boy at the head of the group stood against the light, thus entering his field of vision.

Pu Niu panicked: "This is Feng Mang's stronghold! What...what do you want?"

"Of course we're here to cause trouble!" Leng Ran strode into the hall. "Guys, charge with me!"

Lu Tianyun shouted in perfect unison, "Charge! Avenge our brothers!"

Yue Qiufeng didn't say a word, but he moved faster than anyone else. He clenched his right fist and swung it toward Pu Niu's storefront.

Pu Niu caught Yue Qiufeng's fist with one hand and was about to retaliate when a group of freshmen rushed over and completely overwhelmed him in the crowd.

Pu Niu was dumbfounded: "Hey, wait a minute, don't you guys have any sense of martial ethics?"

Shao You retorted angrily, "What is 'Martial Virtue'? Can you eat it? Besides, it was your 'Feng Mang' that provoked us first!"

However, you've really messed with someone you shouldn't have!

The freshmen clashed with all the opposing team members who stood in their way, while Leng Ran climbed the stairs and headed straight for the third floor!

"Bai Lizhou, let's settle both the old and new scores together."

Zhao Yuheng followed half a step behind Leng Ran, turning his head to look at Leng Ran, who had already clenched his fist.

I've known Mo Li for so long, and this is the first time I've ever seen him so angry.

Someone is going to be in trouble.

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The entrance to the captain's office.

Lin Zhi, who was on guard duty, gripped his stun baton and looked at Leng Ran and Zhao Yuheng, who were walking towards him, with a wary expression: "Who are you? Don't even think about going in and disturbing Captain Baili!"

Leng Ran remained silent, yet pressed closer. Seeing this, Lin Zhi leaped into the air, slamming the stun baton down on Leng Ran's head! Just as the baton was about to touch Leng Ran's head, she swiftly grabbed Lin Zhi's right wrist.

With a "crack," Lin Zhi's wrist was instantly snapped by the cold, iron-like grip. The excruciating pain turned his face deathly pale, and the stun gun slipped from his hand, slamming heavily onto the ground with a dull thud.

With a cold, unyielding left fist, he struck Lin Zhi hard in the abdomen, then casually tossed him aside like trash. Lin Zhi clutched his throbbing abdomen, his body curled up, too weak to get up.

The office door opened in front of her, revealing Bailizhou and Zhuoyue inside.

"I didn't expect a group of freshmen to be so capable." Baili Zhou remained standing by the window, his eyes filled with an inscrutable expression. "Mo Li, you came to me yourself, so don't blame me for being ruthless. Zhuoyue!"

Zhuoyue grinned: "Junior, let your senior see what you're capable of?"

As the top individual fighter in the fourth year, Zhuoyue possesses a level six physique and is renowned for his astonishing strength and explosive power. At this moment, he clenched his right fist, exerted force with his feet, and attacked Leng Ran like a swift cheetah.

Instead of engaging in a direct confrontation, Leng Ran's figure flashed and disappeared from Zhuo Yue's sight. Zhuo Yue knelt on one knee, his punch missing its mark and landing on the floor, creating a small crater.

Excellent! Such speed!

Before Zhuoyue could get up, Leng Ran, who had somehow gotten behind him, stepped on his head and stomped his face into a dent, rubbing it hard. Feeling humiliated, Zhuoyue braced himself with his hands on the ground and did a somersault to force Leng Ran back.

At the same time, ten weapons formed from spiritual energy suddenly appeared behind Baili Zhou and flew towards Leng Ran one after another. Zhao Yuheng snorted coldly, his silver hair floated back, and a thin layer of pale golden spiritual shield appeared, firmly protecting Leng Ran inside.

Baili Zhou widened his eyes and increased his mental energy output: "A mere level five mental defense, you think you can stop my blade?"

Zhao Yuheng remained calmly leaning against the door: "A futile struggle."

The weapons shattered upon impact with the golden shield, while the thin shield remained undamaged and sturdy.

Baili Zhou frowned and transmitted his voice, "Zhuoyue, deal with that silver-haired commander first."

Upon receiving the order, Zhuoyue stopped pursuing Leng Ran and instead attacked Zhao Yuheng, who was standing by the door!

A sweeping leg strike came out of nowhere, forcing Zhuoyue to retreat. Leng Ran's figure reappeared, blocking Zhuoyue's path.

"Your opponent is me!"

Leng Ran took the initiative and launched a series of punches at Zhuo Yue's wounds. Perhaps driven by anger, Leng Ran's punches became increasingly fierce and powerful, forcing Zhuo Yue to retreat repeatedly and leaving him only able to defend passively.

Blood seeped through the gauze, but Zhuoyue gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound. Suddenly, Leng Ran kicked his already unhealed right leg, and the sound of the leg bone breaking rang out. Zhuoyue lost his balance and knelt on the ground.

Leng Ran pressed his advantage, stomping hard and breaking Zhuo Yue's other leg, rendering him completely unable to move.

"This is on behalf of He Xiting, to repay you!"

On the other side, Baili Zhou, who had exhausted himself, was already panting. No matter how he attacked, the seemingly fragile mental shield could always easily block his mental attacks!

Zhuoyue fell down, and Lengran rushed to Bailizhou, grabbed him by the collar with one hand, and then slapped him.

Bailizhou tilted his head, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth: "The Discipline Department won't let you get away with this! Your points will definitely be reset to zero!"

“A few points, worth it to beat up your Fengmang.” He coldly released his grip and threw Baili Zhou to the ground. “Those people you despise the most are currently beating up your Fengmang.”

"Without you, they are nothing!" Baili Zhou said through gritted teeth. "I am clearly the best candidate for Captain-Commander, so why do we have to hold some popularity vote and let these useless people decide who the Captain-Commander is?"

Leng Ran's popularity remained consistently high, steadily surpassing Bai Lizhou in votes. How could Bai Lizhou, who was arrogant and conceited and had long regarded the captain as his own, tolerate this?

"You'll stop at nothing for the position of captain, Baili Zhou." He looked down coldly at Baili Zhou, who had fallen to the ground. "Then taste what it's like to be defeated by these people you look down on. Your so-called pride is worthless."

"Next Monday, Star Wars, a 1,000-player mech map competition, with maps randomly drawn. The winner will become the captain, and the loser will be automatically disqualified!"

Bailizhou was surprised that Leng Ran would dare to propose a map-based match. In his opinion, this was tantamount to courting death and handing over the position of captain.

What kind of trouble can a group of freshmen who have barely even touched a mecha cause? They're bound to be routed!

"It's a deal!" Baili Zhou laughed wildly. "Mo Li, you'd better not regret this."

Leng Ran saw through Baili Zhou's little scheme at a glance, grabbed Zhao Yuheng, and left without looking back.

"I'll be waiting for you, Bailizhou."