One person sized up Qin Siyang suspiciously, "How is it that you don't know anything at all? Are you really a student of South Glory?"
"Of course I am! If I weren't a South Glory student, how could I log into the school's internal forum and know about Rong Xin and Qin Siyang's duel?"
"Then why are you acting like a freshman, asking nothing but clueless questions?"
"I'm an orphan. My family is poor, my grades aren't good, and I never made any friends, so I really don't know anything."
"Uh…"
After listening to Qin Siyang introduce himself, the two looked at each other and both felt that their attitude just now had been pretty damn awful.
"It's fine, really. Everyone's basically the same. Our grades aren't good either, and our family backgrounds are average. Once we graduate from South Glory, we'll all definitely have bright futures."
"Mm!"
"As for the question you asked earlier, there's actually nothing to hide. Third-year seniors spend their entire breaks hunting gods outside the safe zone, earning god materials to build up their resumes so they can join labs after school starts. Fourth-years are even busier, running around doing internships all the time. Who would have the free time to deliberately come back to campus just to mess with Qin Siyang?"
"So that's how it is. Then I'm relieved."
"Relieved?"
Qin Siyang waved at the two, said thanks, and then walked toward the center of the crowd.
"Rong Xin, I'm here."
The two stared at Qin Siyang's back and froze for a moment, "He's actually Qin Siyang?"
"He was hiding his identity and chatting with us just now. Was he trying to find a sense of presence? Playing the whole pig-pretending-to-be-a-tiger routine?"
"What are you thinking? We're bottom of the grade, do we even count as tigers? At most, we're just two pigs!"
"You don't have to insult me while insulting yourself. I was recruited as the number one special admit in the whole district back then."
"Cut the crap. Is being number one in the district even worth bragging about? At South Glory, you can throw a brick and hit several number ones in the district. You're a pig, I'm a pig. Just accept it."
"..."
"Anyway, I've only seen pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger. I've never seen pretending to be a pig to eat pigs. Besides, do you even need to pretend to eat pigs? He's probably really clueless and came to pump us for information."
"So young, yet his mind is already that deep!"
The two complained a bit more and then continued watching Rong Xin and Qin Siyang.
Rong Xin had already been waiting here for quite some time.
When he saw Qin Siyang arrive, Rong Xin lowered his head to glance at his watch, a smile appearing on his face, "I thought you'd be late."
"I was chatting with two seniors over there just now and got delayed a few minutes. What, were you so sure I'd come and wouldn't chicken out and run?"
"Chicken out and run?", Rong Xin shook his head, "That's a trick only kids play. You're Qin Siyang. You're carrying the face of Principal Zhao, Professor Li, and a bunch of others. You wouldn't do something as dishonorable as going back on your word."
"What you said is both right and wrong."
Qin Siyang smiled, "Principal Zhao's face and Professor Li's face are indeed resting on me. But what I care about most is still my own face."
"Since I dared to accept the appointment, I won't run."
Rong Xin said, "Since that's the case, let's go straight into the battle arena."
"Alright."
Qin Siyang followed Rong Xin to the outside of the battle arena.
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The arena staff member looked at the two of them.
"First, show your identification and complete the registration."
"Also, you need to choose whether to fight wearing armor and decide the winner by points, or fight without protection until one side gets KO'd or concedes."
Rong Xin replied, "We're sparring, so we'll choose to wear armor and decide by points."
Qin Siyang nodded slightly.
He had also heard people say that on the South Glory University battle arena, if it was a sparring match, you should choose to wear armor. Only life-and-death duels would go up with no protection at all.
Although Rong Xin had challenged him, he ultimately hadn't played any extra tricks.
The staff member looked at Qin Siyang again, "Do you also agree to wear armor?"
"Yes."
"Good. After you enter the battle arena, both of you will be equipped with armor. On the arena, you may freely use god-hunting tools of Tier 4 and below."
Qin Siyang nodded, "Tier 4 god-hunting tools won't damage the armor, right?"
"They won't. The battle arena armor is also Tier 4 and undergoes regular inspection and maintenance. As long as you're using Tier 4 god-hunting tools, there shouldn't be any major problems."
Qin Siyang still felt uneasy, "My Tier 4 armor was destroyed by a Tier 4 god-hunting tool before. I almost lost my life."
As soon as he said that, it immediately drew a lot of attention.
Someone said, "Is Qin Siyang serious? I remember the teacher saying in class that Tier 4 god-hunting tools have a hard time leaving any damage on armor of the same tier."
"That's right. It was in 'Basic Knowledge of God-Hunting Tools' in the first semester of freshman year. Professor Hua talked about it."
"I'm kind of curious what kind of Tier 4 god-hunting tool destroyed Qin Siyang's Tier 4 armor. In our post-class experiments, even Tier 4 firearms couldn't destroy Tier 4 armor."
"If you ask me, he's probably just bragging. When I was a freshman, I also talked nonsense. It was only after getting taught a lesson that I corrected myself."
The staff member also looked at Qin Siyang in confusion, "How did the situation you described happen?"
Only then did Qin Siyang realize that the experience of almost being blown to death by a single Tier 4 shell was something most people had neither heard of nor had any chance to know about.
Those two shots at Starfield Ranch were taught to him by Professors Ma Shi and Lu Daoxing, both Tiger Card professors.
That information gap between those who have it and those who don't is his trump card..l
Qin Siyang naturally wouldn't make this public.
Following convention, he casually made up a lie, "The enemy had a Tier 4 weapon that looked like a flashlight."
Rong Xin frowned, "A flashlight?"
"If you don't have one, then forget it. It just so happens that I can't break through Tier 4 armor either."
The staff member didn't pursue it further, "Alright then, we'll proceed according to the standard sparring rules with armor."
Although no one asked any more questions, every onlooker quietly memorized Qin Siyang's words.
There existed a Tier 4 tool that looked like a flashlight, which could not only break through the defenses of Tier 4 armor, but even injure the person wearing it.
Qin Siyang said he didn't have this tool, but not many people believed him.
In everyone's mind, Qin Siyang had at least a fifty percent chance of possessing such a trump card.
Even Rong Xin couldn't help feeling a chill creep up his back. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Qin Siyang might pull out some weird flashlight on the battle arena and send him straight to the afterlife.
So he hurriedly said from the side, "Qin Siyang, this is just a sparring match between you and me, not a life-and-death duel."
Qin Siyang nodded, "I know. Don't worry, I definitely won't kill you."
That explanation only made things worse. After Qin Siyang said that, even more people believed that he really did have that deadly flashlight.
Rong Xin himself felt his whole body go stiff. He felt that stepping forward to challenge Qin Siyang this time might not have been the right decision.
Qin Siyang didn't realize that his casual nonsense had piled wave upon wave in the crowd's mind, stirring up a huge storm.
Yawning, he leisurely scratched his crotch.
Rong Xin, whose nerves were already stretched tight, had his gaze drawn to Qin Siyang's hand movement and thought Qin Siyang was hinting at something.
He immediately sucked in a sharp breath.
'Could it be… the flashlight is hidden there?'
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