The teacher raised his left hand, exposed his palm, and said seriously: "Look clearly, the devil's eye on my palm is a symbol of glory. It also represents danger and responsibility."
"Tomorrow, you will take the last part of the college entrance examination, the martial arts test!"
"Some of you will awaken the devil's eyes, introduce spiritual energy through it, and become powerful warriors, but..."
"Some of you will die too."
"As a teacher, I don't ask much from you. Come back alive."
The last sentence is extremely heavy.
Fang Qingyun sat in the last row and listened attentively.
Looking at the ruby-like devil's eyes in the teacher's palm, he showed an eager look like the other students.
That represents strength, power, status...
Hearing the word death, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
It has been several years since he traveled to this world, and he is still not used to it.
People in this world take life too lightly.
The college entrance examination will kill people.
What's going on?
However, the general environment is like this and no one can change it.
…
This is a tower-shaped world completely different from the earth... Qingyue World!
It is composed of twelve floating land masses.
Fang Qingyun was born in Ming Continent, one of the floating continents dominated by the human race.
In the human race, martial arts are prevalent!
All people should be martial and respect martial arts!
This is also to maintain the right to speak and even survive under the power of other races!
The practice of a warrior requires absorbing spiritual energy through the devil's eyes in the palm of the hand.
If you want to possess the devil's eyes, you need to undergo a dangerous ritual.
It is also the last item of the college entrance examination, the martial arts examination.
Mortality rate 1%.
It may not seem like much, but Fang Qingyun learned that more than one million students take the college entrance examination every year.
In other words, at least 10,000 high school seniors will die.
Live, become a warrior, a person above all others, a young model in the club every day!
Dead...it's all over!
"well!"
"Brother, can you let me survive?"
In front of Fang Qingyun's eyes, a system that only he could see emerged.
[Host: Fang Qingyun]
【Strength: 6】
[Speed: 5]
[Physique: 4]
【Spirit:4】
This is a must-have for time travellers: golden fingers!
Fang Qingyun called this damn system: the hanging sword.
Also known as [Sword of Damocles].
Because this system will only be activated when facing danger.
for example:
Fang Qingyun had just come to this world. In a daze, he was hit by a car and almost died.
The system starts and the source jumps 115 times.
There is an extra () number after other attributes.
Just like a game.
At that time, he didn't understand, so he pressed it casually and chose power.
Strength really changed from 5 to 6.
The origin disappeared by 100 points.
form the current data.
Afterwards, Fang Qingyun experimented many times and finally determined...this system was unacceptable.
Acting, you can't cheat the system by cheating, you can only be near death!
However, the real near-death...
What if he is really dead?
The last time he was hit by a car, he almost didn't make it back.
"well!"
Fang Qingyun sighed heavily, his balls hurting in melancholy.
He understands that this world is full of dangers.
More than 10,000 people will die in the college entrance examination, and the system will only be activated sooner or later.
"Brother, except for the great nobles, no one can guarantee that they can pass the ceremony 100%. You should face reality."
A voice came from the side.
Fang Qingyun glanced at the man.
His best friend and deskmate, Zhao Junhong.
Born into a noble family, the family owns a hereditary territory, and he is truly the son of a lord.
With the help of this identity, he hooked up with many beauties, making people envious and jealous.
Fang Qingyun suddenly showed a kind smile: "Jun Hong!"
Zhao Junhong shuddered, waved his hands quickly, and said: "You have something to say and something to fart. You talk like this and smile like that. It makes me panic."
Fang Qingyun said with a smile: "You are an aristocratic family with hundreds of years of inheritance and territory, but you don't have any secret treasures or secret medicines for the college entrance examination?"
"No!"
Zhao Junhong's answer was without hesitation.
"Haha, how many years have we known each other? If you reject me so simply, I believe you must have!" Fang Qingyun smiled even happier and said: "We are old friends, can you bear to watch me die?"
"Have patience!"
Still so straightforward.
A cold light flashed in Fang Qingyun's eyes, and he smiled even more kindly.
"Ahem!"
Zhao Junhong coughed dryly, rolled his eyes, and said sarcastically: "With a mortality rate of 1%, do you think you are the child of destiny? Just in time."
"Let me tell you, only those with extremely poor physical fitness and poor mental state will step on the thunder. You are so powerful and your physical fitness goes without saying that the possibility of death does not exist."
Fang Qingyun insisted: "There are always some people who are extremely unlucky."
Zhao Junhong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "That's the lucky guy who wins the lottery again and again. If the college entrance examination is pushed forward ten years, there will be more than ten million students, and only one will win."
Fang Qingyun pointed to his nose and said, "Do you think I look like an ordinary person?"
Zhao Junhong: "..."
"By the way, there is a 10% chance of awakening later. One million candidates, ten thousand deaths, one hundred thousand awakening as warriors, or even lower. Do you think I am sure of awakening?"
Zhao Junhong looked serious, stared at Fang Qingyun, and said: "Awakening? Eyes of the devil? Do you want to be a warrior? Didn't you hate fighting and killing the most before? Isn't working nine to five the life you want?"
"That was me before, but I am different now!"
Zhao Junhong stared at Fang Qingyun for a long time, and after realizing that he was serious, he looked hesitant.
"I do have a secret medicine. For you... I'll try my best!"
"Crack!"
Fang Qingyun slapped Zhao Junhong hard on the shoulder and said: "Good brother, as long as you share my secret medicine, I will share my secret medicine with you."
"You also have a secret medicine?" Zhao Junhong's eyes widened and he said quickly: "What level? What effect? How much can it increase?"
Fang Qingyun smiled.
Level, effect, increase...
In the past, I didn’t say a word about the secret medicine.
What happened today?
You are really planning to give yourself the secret medicine, so please reveal some information in advance?
"Na!"
Fang Qingyun generously took out a bottle and handed it to Zhao Junhong.
"You want it? I can give it all to you. I have another bottle here."
Zhao Junhong stared at the bottle and almost slapped Fang Qingyun.
Dichlorvos!
"Is this your secret medicine?"
Zhao Junhong's nose was almost crooked with anger.
Who is this?
Are you still making such a joke at this time?
Facing the fateful test of the college entrance examination, he was a little nervous.
All I can say is;
Fang Qingyun’s heart is so big!
He didn't know that dichlorvos might really be the secret medicine for Fang Qingyun.