Chapter 2: him, Why?

Chapter 2: him, Why?

The next day, the college entrance exam.

City Middle School No. 1, Stadium.

There is a bronze gate in the middle of the stadium.

Just above the bronze door is a line of small words engraved on it.

Teleportation Matrix, #17

[Difficulty level A in Dungeon Copy: Evil Emperor's Desert]

[Required level: 9–11]

[The maximum team is five people.]

[Dungeon Quest Introduction: The desert is filled with evil Emperor Scorpions, and their deadly venom poses a deadly threat to the warriors who enter the dungeon.]

[Mission Requirements: Kill the common poisonous Scorpion*1000, kill the poisonous Scorpion King*1, and obtain the Beast Crystal in the Poisonous Scorpion King's skull.]

On the pulpit.

Provincial, municipal, and school leaders, respectively, concluded their speeches.

With the sound of the cannon, the 13th Vocational College Entrance Examination officially kicked off.

"Dear candidates, the dungeon's teleportation array has been activated."

"Candidates are kindly requested to complete the team formation as soon as possible and enter in an organized manner."

The teleportation array opened, and the bronze portal leading to the Secret Dungeon Realm, the Evil Emperor Desert, glowed with a misty white light.

Thousands of students were in an uproar in the stadium.

"Oh my God, it's the Evil Emperor's Desert, a difficult Tier A dungeon!"

"Isn't this very difficult?"

"It's simply unnatural!"

Ling Zhan's graduation class was not clear.

At this time, under the leadership of the class teacher, like the candidates in other classes, they had also arrived at the entrance of the teleportation array.

Seeing the difficulty rating of the version: A level. At least half of the students in the class were feeling sad.

"It's over. I heard that this college entrance exam is very difficult, but it's not like A-Level, right?"

"Difficult Tier B Dungeon Last year, half of the candidates failed to complete the dungeon test."

"Who asked the question? Oh, that's a bitch."

"Hush!"

Large drops of sweat fell from the class teacher's forehead at a rapid pace. He stared at the boy who spoke and pulled him aside to teach him something.

"He, King of Hell Zhou, you don't dare talk about anything. If you want to die, can you please stop dragging me with you?"

Whisper.

Upon hearing the words 'King of Hell', the group of students who were currently chattering suddenly became quiet.

A series of awe- and fear-filled eyes fell onto the platform, stayed for a moment, and then quickly looked back.

The difficulty of the dungeon was unprecedented, and the supreme leader proctoring the exam was the stern King of Hell.

The candidates suddenly became aware of the situation.

"Su Ran, what do you think? Are you sure?"

"I don't know."

"Oh."

"First of all, it's hell-level difficulty; who can bear it?"

Among those who still manage to remain calm is Sun Zi, who is one of the few high-ranking candidates.

Even Sun Zi felt some pressure at this time.

After all, it was a dungeon with difficulty level A. Even a top student couldn't say he was 100% sure.

Seeing the students complaining one after another, the class teacher's heart couldn't help but tremble.

As the class teacher of the graduating class, he had already signed a military order with the principal before the college entrance examination.

"Now we can only do our best and follow fate." The class teacher smiled bitterly in his heart.

on the playing field.

Thousands of candidates are either busy forming teams or listening to lectures by their class teachers.

Faced with the challenge of a difficult Hell-level dungeon, no one dared to take it lightly.

"Oh my God, someone has entered the dungeon."

Suddenly, one of the students shouted.

"What!?"

One stone raises a thousand waves.

Countless students and teachers turned around unconsciously.

"Which team is this?"

"The college entrance exam has just started. Is it that fierce?"

In plain sight of everyone.

In front of the bronze door.

There was a figure bathed in dazzling white light, and in the next second, this figure suddenly disappeared, and he entered the dungeon first.

Countless people were surprised by this scene.

"One person...one person!?"

"Oh my God, I'm really alone, and there's no team. Is he planning to clear out the dungeon on his own?"

"Look at the words written on the bronze gate."

Candidate information:

Name: Ling Zhan

Number of people on the combat team: 1

Occupation: None

"It turns out there is non-class!"

"Hh~"

There was a gasp.

You know, even though it's a dungeon, once death occurs in the dungeon, it means your life is over.

It's not as if no one in the previous college entrance exams had chosen to complete the dungeon on their own.

But these people, without exception, are all geniuses among geniuses.

Who is this, Ling Zhan?

is why?

"Ling… Ling Zhan!?"

The moment they saw the candidate's name, everyone in the graduating class had a buzz in their minds, and their scalps went numb!

"No... that can't be true ?"

"accidental."

"Maybe it's the same name."

Gudong.

The class teacher swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked behind him with a stiff neck.

Click ~

Click ~

Because he was so nervous, when he turned his head, his neck made a distinct sound.

He looked back.

Original location of Ling Zhan.

He left.

"What the hell?"

"Assess my teacher's qualifications and my performance!!"

The classroom teacher's eyes darkened, and the world was spinning.

"Ah! Master, what's wrong with you?"

"No, the class teacher fainted!!"

The entire graduating class suddenly started to panic.

...

On the pulpit.

"Huh?"

"Some candidates have entered the dungeon."

"Yes, there seem to be good candidates in this class."

Director Zhou from the Education Bureau was very satisfied.

This person is also the test designer for the college entrance examination.

Title: King of Hell Zhou.

And what he said means everything.

Beside him,

Many other principals and teachers heard him and nodded their heads in agreement.

The person sitting in front of them was the King of Hell Zhou, and in front of him, no one would dare say no.

Everyone followed Zhou Yanwan and turned their attention to the big screen.

Next second.

Many of the principals and teachers looked stunned for a moment.

The smile on Zhou Yanwan's face suddenly solidified.

Name: Ling Zhan

Team size: one person.

Profession: None.

"This..."

"He turned out to be a non-class student. Is he crazy?"

After coming back to their senses, several headmasters and teachers looked at King of Hell Zhou secretly and found that the latter's face was as gloomy as the bottom of a bowl.

"Prattle!"

He shouted angrily, and the candidate who was the first to enter the dungeon was judged by King of Hell Zhou.

"To which school and which class do these students belong?" He asked again.

On the podium, the leaders, old and young, looked at each other in complete silence.

"Important."

After a long while, the headmaster answered bravely: "He should be a graduating student of No. 1 Middle School. The class teacher's surname is Sun."

And behind him.

"What?"

"Is this student from our middle school No. 1?"

"Oh my God, it's over!"

When the principal and dean of No. 1 Middle School heard this, their faces suddenly turned green.

Originally, the two were still gloating about their misfortune, waiting to see their classmates' jokes. As a result...the clown actually me?

...

Evil Emperor Desert Dungeon, at the entrance, a white light flashed.

A figure stepped onto the soft desert.

Thousands of miles of yellow sand, desolate.

Archer's bow, warrior's axe, shield, staff...

Pieces of equipment were automatically worn by Ling Zhan from the moment he entered the Dungeon Realm.

The equipment on his body seemed a bit bloated and disorganized.

Different and varied, but also completely useless.

He seems to have non-class, but he has mastered all the low-level skills of the class.

But compared to true class skills, there is an insurmountable gap between the two: one is in heaven and the other is on earth.

The outside world, on the big screen.

Because Ling Zhan was the first to enter the dungeon, he attracted thousands of eyes.

Zhou Yanwan looked at the big screen with an expressionless face, and when he saw Ling Zhan's class identity, he clearly felt that his originally calm expression had become clearly indifferent.

The leaders accompanying him remained silent.

Especially the principal and dean of Middle School No. 1. At this moment, if the situation wasn't going well, they wanted to rush into the dungeon and strangle this unlucky student to death.

"He evacuates the cell individually."

"He is the first to enter the dungeon. Isn't this a naked slap in the face of King of Hell Zhou, the one who asked the test?"

The principal and dean of Middle School No. 1 gritted their teeth angrily.

"It doesn't matter if this guy named Ling Zhan wants to die alone, but the teachers, principals, and principals of No. 1 Middle School are likely involved."

Who doesn't know that King of Hell Zhou became angry and disowned his family members?

During the last college entrance examination, the vice principal secretly complained a few words.

What are the results of that?

The vice principal was fired immediately the next day, and along with him, three principals and a number of teachers packed their bags and left.

In the field of education, the King of Hell Zhou, is the King of Heaven!

Whoever you let live will live, and whoever you let die will die.

What is power?

This is power!

...

"No. The poisonous scorpion has appeared."

"His~ It's so scary!"

"He won't die this way."

On the screen.

Ling Zhan had just entered the dungeon when a sudden rustling sound came from the yellow sand beneath his feet.

Next second.

Several shiny black, face-sized venomous scorpions emerged from beneath the yellow sand.

The tail's needle resembles a knife and shines with a cold light.

Whoosh.

Scorpions attacked.

Many female students subconsciously screamed and even covered their eyes, afraid to look at the tragic scene that happened next.

"He'll wipe it out."

"He'll wipe it out!"

Suddenly,

The crowd cheered.

On the big screen.

Ling Zhan pulled the knight's sword from his back.

"Fast!"

He shouted in a low voice, and his figure flashed like a ghost. Accompanied by the mysterious chanting, the knight's sword actually emits a faint black light.

Assassin, basic skill: stealth.

The sword goes like the wind.

Cuts!

Only a soft crack was heard, and a poisonous scorpion was cut in half by the sword.

Green blood was splashed on the yellow sand, which was highly eroded and made a hissing sound.

"This... is a low-level Assassin skill!?"

The power...actually very powerful!?

He is no weaker than an Assassin.

How did he do this?

Thousands of teachers and students were stunned.

"The assassin skills used by the non-class are very powerful!?"

"Don't you mean that the non-class has no future?"

Countless teachers and first- and second-year students were stunned.

The power of this sword exceeds the inherent knowledge of many people.

This is still a non-class!?

Very pleasant!?

If this is indeed the case, why would you need to make the first or second transfer?

Forget everything.

On the platform.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Yanwang's eyes as well.

But that's it.

"Calm." His eyes darkened, and the teachers and students suddenly fell silent and did not dare to breathe.

His eyes fell to the screen again.

At this time,.

Ling Zhan had already killed many scorpions, Toxic, kill them all at once.

The non-class had combat power no less than that of the first-tier class, which was truly amazing.

But -

"He has some intelligence, but it's unfortunate that the San people are still the San people." After staring at the big screen for a while,King of Hell Zhou didn't bother to look away.

Although the power of this sword is very strong and makes people's eyes shine, King of Hell Zhou's eyes are very evil.

As this year's test official, he has participated in all previous university entrance examinations. King of Hell Zhou had seen countless brilliant academicians, as well as most candidates with mediocre talents.

While others were still marveling at the power of Ling Zhan's sword from the non-class , which was similar to that of the first-tier class.

King of Hell Zhou sneered at this.

"The attack power is already good, but what about the mana?"

"With such a high burst of production, mana can last three times; that is the limit."

"It's just a crush."

The words fell.

The teachers and students who were just excited shook, and their eyes subconsciously looked towards the screen.

"Yes, high explosion means high mana consumption."

"The so-called high production comes at the expense of reckless mana consumption."

"If the mana bar is used, no matter how wonderful the skill is, it will also be in vain."

"Damn, I thought he was a genius, but it turns out... haha!"

"The King of Hell is truly the King of Hell, and his eyes are evil."

Everyone who came back to their senses had speechless expressions on their faces.

Especially the leaders, old and young, sitting behind Zhou Yangwang.

At this time, they not only felt speechless but also felt a little embarrassed.

Why else would he be the King of Hell?

This kind of vision is actually normal, as the non-class is at the bottom of the food chain. How could the experiences and lessons summed up by countless of his "ancestors" in previous college entrance examinations be broken so easily?

Ling Zhan had fooled everyone.

"How many times do you think Ling Zhan can unleash his skills? Three times, or five times?"

"I think three times is as high as the sky. How much mana can a non-class get? I think twice."

"Clearly, this guy is just trying to impress people."

After that was said, Ling Zhan suddenly became the center of attention.

His eyes fell to the screen again.

Many poisonous scorpions were killed by Ling Zhan's sword.

But there were three other giant poisonous scorpions that were three times the size of ordinary poisonous scorpions, and they slowly emerged from under the yellow sand.

The huge scorpion tail resembled a heavenly sword standing upside down.

Scorpio's eyes are crimson.

Under the long fangs, green mucus is secreted from time to time.

"It's a monster!"

"What kind of monster is this? The poisonous scorpion is now only the size of a face, but these three... are as big as a millstone!"

"Poison... poisonous scorpion."

"King! Poisonous Scorpion King of the Twelfth Level"

Ordinary poisonous scorpions are only level 10.

A Level 12 poisonous Scorpion King rarely appeared in the ocean, and three of them appeared at once. How do to fight this?

"It's great."

"When this guy just killed an ordinary poisonous scorpion, he used his skills at least three or four times, and his mana must have been exhausted long ago."

"No, no, my friend!"

"If I were to enter the dungeon for a solo career, you can imagine what would happen, you know."

Yellow desert sand.

Ling Zhan was also startled by the sudden appearance of the Three Poison Scorpion Kings.

Strangely enough, facing the Three Poisonous Scorpion Kings, Ling Zhan's face quickly lost all panic.

The knight's sword was raised again.

Outside, teachers and students were stunned.

"Did he not give up?"

"Are you still fighting?"

Qiang!

The sword rises.

"Assassin, low-level skills, ghost!"

Kill!

The Poison Scorpion King's sword struck him on his back, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

"Sorry."

"He didn't break the defense."

"Assassin, low-level skills, ghost!"

One sword fell, and the other struck again.

"Nima, there you go again!?"

"And there's mana!?"

Outside world.

Thousands of people were stunned.