The class that was called out was beaming with joy as they celebrated around their seats, in sharp contrast to the other two classes.
After the announcement of the eighth place, the ninth place was about to be announced.
The two classes that were not called out were Tokumon's Class 7 and Class 8.
The trainees of these two classes had their backs as taut as a bowstring. Their palms were sweating as they stared at the movements on the flag-raising platform.
The elimination of the entire class did not care about the first place in the class. Even if the first place in the class was the first place in the grade, the punishment would still be the same.
At least Class 10, which did not have a single top ten in the grade, was ranked seventh in the total score. Their overall strength was stronger than the top ten trainees of the grade.
Class 7 and Class 8 both had students with good test scores, but now they had to be punished together with the entire class. It was normal for them to feel unbalanced. The top students of Class 8 even began to curse and scold those who were at the bottom of the class who were dragging them down.
Especially Tokumon, who was ranked ninety-ninth in Class 7. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this Class S boss was nervous.
If it were any other ghosts, he would not be afraid. Only exam results would make him so nervous.
Not only was he afraid of implicating the whole class, but he was also afraid of the humiliating death that was close at hand.
[I'm so nervous. What should I do? If something happens to boss Tokumon, then wouldn't there be an empty Class S seat?]
[This dungeon is completely unreasonable. How can it be divided based on academic results …]
[Sigh, then isn't it all up to the main system? Could it be that the main system pulled you into the infinite loop and asked for your permission?]
[You can't say that. Isn't this the survival dungeon? This round is obviously testing the trainees' ability to organize and cooperate. Unfortunately, there were maggots in the last cooperation plan.]
As if he wanted to enjoy the atmosphere of anxiety and fear, the dean deliberately paused for a long time. He even picked up the thermos beside him and took a sip. Then, he slowly announced under everyone's gazes.
"Average ninth place … Class 7."
Zong Jiu clearly saw Tokumon let out a heavy sigh of relief. His tightly clasped hands loosened without leaving a trace. His elbows were scarlet red.
"Do it!"
"Don't just sit there and wait for death. It's time to make a move!"
At the same time, the eliminated trainees of Class Eight suddenly became restless.
They had prepared all the special props early on and immediately took action after the dean announced the ninth place.
No one wanted to be eliminated in such a ridiculous way. No one was willing to submit to fate. This was the consensus of everyone.
In any case, they were going to die anyway. If they gathered everyone's strength together to resist, they might still have a way out.
At that moment, Zong Jiu suddenly had a premonition.
After all, he was an S class. It was impossible for him to not have any life-saving methods or trump cards.
Tokumon was in the same dormitory as him. Usually, he would study late into the night with the lights on. If he was too sleepy, he would draw a Yin-Yang Technique or stick a talisman on his face. There were a few times when Zong Jiu got out of bed to fetch water and was frightened by him, thinking that he was a zombie that had jumped out of the school's Corpse Sinking Pool.
Although the Yin-Yang Master didn't usually say anything, he was obviously worried about his poor grades. It was said that he even secretly made Yin-Yang Talismans for the entire class just in case.
If the last place was really Class Seven, Tokumon should be planning to lead the entire class to resist.
Just like Class Eight now.
"Unrelated people, please evacuate from the field immediately. If there are still unrelated people on the field within five minutes, they will be executed."
Seeing that the trainees of Class Eight collectively chose to resist, the people in the teaching office were not surprised.
Every year, there were students like this who thought they were smart and didn't listen to the lesson.
The faceless people immediately waved their whips and stepped forward. The students of the other classes saw this and retreated in an orderly manner.
After all the unrelated people left the field, the situation on the field changed again.
The trainees shrank back to their original forms. The faceless people kept shrinking the encirclement.
There were a few B class in Class Eight who did have trump cards. One of them could even make himself invisible for a few minutes.
"Their special props can't be used."
Zong Jiu stood in front of the railing on the third floor, his eyebrows furrowed.
The other class leaders also stood near him, observing the situation on the field.
The collective resistance of Class Eight was the result of their previous discussion.
After the failure of handing in blank papers, the class leaders decided to discuss other methods in private.
But in short, it was absolutely unreliable to pin all their hopes on a group. So this time, they gathered their ideas and mainly thought of the worst case scenario.
Although the hope was slim, there was no harm in trying. At least the results would be mutually beneficial.
The trainees who were not tortured also paid close attention to the resistance of Class Eight. Even if only one person could break out of the encirclement, it would provide valuable experience for everyone.
"The situation is not good. It should be useless."
Looking at the current situation on the field, The Dark Wizard faintly said, "After all, this is a group dungeon. The goal is survival of the fittest. There is no such thing as a last-ditch struggle."
Just like those ten Rank-B's.
In any case, the bottom ten in the mock exam were not subjected to extreme punishment without sufficient preparation. This time, however, all the trainees in the class were prepared to take out their special props.
The bullet screen was still encouraging.
[Although this is a group dungeon, if the trainees of the entire class are together, will a miracle happen?]
[I'm also thinking about this problem. There are a total of ninety-nine people. What if it works?]
[If you don't go, you'll die. If you go, you'll die. Of course, you'll choose to go!]
[Cheering for Class Eight from a distance. Go, go, go.]
But it was still useless.
The moment the teaching director announced the results, all the special props of the trainees of Class Eight lost their effect.
This was still a one-sided massacre.
Because they tried to resist, the scene became even more tragic.
Twisted faces, blood and flesh splattered everywhere. Broken internal organs and eerie white bones were exposed under the lead-gray sky. After half of the head was blown away, the eyeballs stained with blood and tissue fluid rolled into the smelly ditch at the side. In an instant, they were swallowed by the sticky black sewage.
The pitch-black vultures appeared out of nowhere and squatted on the bare branches, ready to eat their fill at any time.
The sun finally parted the dark clouds.
The cold winter sun shone on this concrete field, making people feel cold to the bone.
The lives of an entire class disappeared in a very impactful and tragic way before everyone's eyes.
There were already many trainees in the corridor who could not bear to watch anymore and returned to the classroom.
If they had the time, they might as well think about how to improve their grades so that they would not die in the next round of exams.
Finally, the last trainee who was still breathing was beheaded.
The pungent smell of blood made Fan Zhuo's dark red eyes even more obscure.
Half-vampires were not the most perfectly evolved vampires. When faced with fresh blood, it was difficult to remain indifferent.
He said in a hoarse voice, "There are still three exams left."
The class monitors were silent. No one expressed their position.
The inability to completely unite was still the biggest problem between them.
The behavior of reporting each other last time could still happen again.
There were even a few trainees who, although they did not say it verbally, felt that this was a good opportunity to get rid of their competitors.
The trainees who ranked at the top of the grade naturally had no worries. But under their worries, there were a few more dark thoughts.
The thriller trainees would still have to be enemies at the end of the competition. Since they could get rid of their opponents without losing a single soldier, why not?
Even if they could think of a mutually beneficial method, these people would not be willing to cooperate.
Immediately after, the teaching assistant brought in a hose as thick as a thigh. He turned on the tap and flushed the severed limbs and corpses on the field into a nearby sewer.
Because there were too many corpses and bloodstains, there was no way to transport them one by one to the Corpse Sinking Pool. This was the only way. It was truly a vast and difficult project.
The teaching director announced the arrangements for the next exam.
"The midterm exam is scheduled for thirty days from now. We compared the average score of this year's examinees and felt that compared to the outstanding students of previous years, the gap is indeed too large. So — "
"If the average score of each class does not exceed six hundred in the next exam, the entire class will be punished."
Zong Jiu's gaze shifted away from the blood-red field.
He looked at the shade of a tree not far away.
The black-haired man still wore that pair of sunken gold-rimmed glasses on his face. This weakened the treacherous and sharp aura around him, adding a more settled scholarly aura.
The shadows of the leaves perfectly blocked him. Any light that reached his body was like a black hole annihilated.
In the face of this drama, No. 1's expression was indifferent and indifferent.
However, the moment Zong Jiu's gaze shifted to No. 1, the demon lazily raised his eyes. His dark golden eyes accurately captured the white-haired youth standing by the railing on the second floor.
The wind started to blow.
The wind lifted the youth's white hair that was not tied up.
Even from a distance, the demon could guess what kind of expression hung in the youth's light pink eyes.
It was the same indifference as him, yet completely different.
So similar, yet so different.
In a sense, Guiguzi's prophecy was terrifyingly accurate.
For example, from the first time he saw Zong Jiu, the demon's blood screamed that this person was destined to be his enemy.
Zhuge An had done something in the other C-level dungeon, and No. 1, who had partial authority as a teacher, was well aware of it.
At the latest, after this dungeon ended, the turbulent undercurrent hidden under the calm surface would be completely broken. Or, as the prophecy said, they would be on the opposite side of each other.
In fact, to get rid of the enemy before he grew his wings was undoubtedly the best solution.
But perhaps in that narrow space, the sparkling eyes were too dazzling. So dazzling that it made his unchanging cold blood boil, and he chose to indulge in it.
Such an interesting existence was not easy to find.
For so many years, the fun that the demon got from the infinite loop couldn't even compare to the white-haired youth's existence.
He was like a huge gift box. Every time he opened it, he would give the demon a different surprise.
If it was destroyed, it would be too boring.
Then hopefully … before it was destroyed, he would be able to play to his heart's content.
The demon curled his lips. He suddenly closed his ring finger and pinky finger, bent his thumb, index finger, and middle finger at a ninety degree angle, and fired a shot at the youth on the railing.
From afar, Zong Jiu clearly saw No. 1's mouth.
The black-haired man laughed in the wind with anticipation.
"Boom —"