Chapter 107: The Wrath of Lingyun Academy

If this Counter-Strike trial session were deemed a test of weapon performance, it could be said to have reached near perfection.

Similarly, it allowed every player to witness the sheer entertainment found in competing against one another.

And Fang Qi's plays could essentially be classified as textbook level—with the obvious exception of that final scene, of course.

"In terms of weapon performance, the pistols are lightweight, and the submachine guns possess great offensive capabilities," Nalan Mingxue summarized expressionlessly. "Then there are the sniper rifles; they are practically flawless for long-range engagements. If these could be forged into spiritual artifacts, coupled with proper firearm techniques, they would easily adapt to higher tiers of combat."

"Therefore..." Satisfied, she turned her gaze toward Fang Qi, only to notice that his face had already turned thoroughly somber beside her.

"Therefore, as your consultant, I am currently only able to answer your inquiries regarding the manufacture of pistols," Fang Qi offered a polite, faint smile. "Please choose three models of pistols, Miss Nalan."

Nalan Mingxue: "..."

...

All in all, this "Defeat the Boss" campaign could be considered a thoroughly successful conclusion.

Throughout the internet cafe, not just the Resident Evil players but even those playing other games were now relentlessly discussing every single shot they had witnessed on the grand screen.

Instantly sniping down an enemy from an immense distance—forget martial artists, even the vast majority of cultivators lacked such capability!

Yet, within such a compact map, Fang Qi had methodically picked off his opponents one by one, utterly calm and unhurried.

"This owner looks so young, how is he so incredibly formidable?" Fenghua whispered quietly off to the side.

"So cunning! And it seems like he can perfectly anticipate what Master wants to do every single time," Yuexin said in a low voice. "Every time Master pokes her head out, she gets shot dead, it's so pitiful..."

"Fenghua! Yuexin! What are you two whispering about?!" Veins were visibly throbbing on Su Tianji's forehead.

"They're discussing how you get shot dead every single time you poke your head out, Aunt!" Xiao Yulü immediately reported, seizing the chance to snitch.

His voice was by no means quiet. Had he kept his mouth shut, things would have been fine, but the moment he spoke, a whole group of people turned their heads to stare.

Su Tianji: "..."

"I heard everything! Did I need you to repeat it for me?!" Gritting her teeth, she spoke in a deep, menacing tone, "Are you going to walk out yourself, or should I throw you out?"

"Uh..." Xiao Yulü's face stiffened instantly.

"I'll do it myself..." He hurried out, scuttling away as fast as his legs could carry him.

Nalan Hongwu was not merely interested in these weapons; he was equally fascinated by Fang Qi's combat prowess. In their hands, these weapons possessed nothing but precision, making them a very decent piece of equipment at best. But in Fang Qi's hands, these weapons seemed to come alive!

"You little brat!" Although Nalan Hongwu had been thoroughly thrashed by Fang Qi for so long that his old face felt a bit slighted, fortunately, he had managed to win back a round at the very end. As the saying goes, all is fair in war!

He patted Fang Qi's shoulder with deep meaning: "It is a pity you were born in the wrong era..."

"Old Master, are you implying..." An Huwei also felt a bit embarrassed, but he understood the virtue of quitting while ahead. Winning against this kid just once was enough; if they played another round, they would probably get thrashed even worse.

"With this brat's uncanny shrewdness, combined with this new type of spiritual artifact, dealing with a small army by himself would pose no issue at all," Nalan Hongwu stroked his beard and laughed softly. "If it were in this old man's era, he would have likely achieved prominent fame and official rank by now."

"What do you say, kid? Any interest in joining the military?" Nalan Hongwu inquired openly.

"No interest."

Nalan Hongwu: "..."

An Huwei: "..."

They hadn't even begun to mention the benefits of military enlistment, such as promotions and noble titles that could grant direct entry into the aristocracy, yet this kid had rejected them outright without a second thought.

Leaning against the computer desk, Fang Qi used a spoon to scoop a mouthful of Häagen-Dazs into his mouth while speaking with utmost seriousness: "My grand aspiration... is just to be an internet cafe owner."

Facing the sea, where spring warmths blossoms into life.

Just like that.

"..."

...

Song Qingfeng, who had been staring at the grand screen, finally snapped back to reality.

Suddenly, he asked, "Are there classes this afternoon?"

"..." Lin Shao scratched his head awkwardly. "It seems... like there are..."

Xu Luo swallowed hard with great difficulty, asking, "What... time is it now?"

Nalan Mingxue retrieved the communication jade from her waist, which doubled as a timepiece. Glancing at it, she replied serenely, "Ten past two."

Song Qingfeng and the others felt their hearts drop instantly.

Exchanging frantic looks, one of them spoke up, "This afternoon's class started at half past one, right...?"

Looking at the current time—ten past two—taking a carriage to the Lingyun Academy would require at least twenty minutes...

At this realization, cold sweat drenched the group instantly!

"I'm leaving first, see you guys later!" Song Qingfeng hurried out, with Xu Luo and the rest closely following on his heels.

Nalan Mingxue froze slightly: "I should head to class as well."

"Class...?"

At that moment, someone unexpectedly sent a bullet comment across the grand screen: "Who else has class this afternoon?"

"Holy crap?!"

"It's past two?!"

"My teacher is going to murder me!"

Within the internet cafe, over a dozen players vanished in an instant.

Xu Zixin: "Rest in peace."

...

At this very moment, Huo Chong happened to be facing the sea.

"Father!" Behind him, a young man bowed slightly.

Huo Chong nodded faintly: "How are the preparations coming along?"

"Everything is settled." The young man's brow furrowed slightly. "However, according to the news from the past few days, this matter might be far more troublesome than we anticipated. Are we... truly going to involve ourselves?"

"No matter." Huo Chong waved his hand dismissively. "Another faction will be joining us shortly. With their backing, we can sit back without any worries."

Lingyun Academy could be considered one of the most ancient academies within the entire territory of the Great Jin Country. Its establishment could even be traced back to before the founding of the nation itself. If this academy were placed in the world before Fang Qi's reincarnation, it would be almost equivalent to an institution like the Whampoa Military Academy.

And at this moment, deep within a secluded courtyard of the academy.

A middle-aged man with a long, lean face and slightly graying hair at his temples held a report in his hand, his expression solemn and profound: "Disciples from the top-tier classes across various grades have skipped classes multiple times, and the number of disciples entering the Martial Arts Tower to cultivate is dwindling by the day? All because they ran off to that little shop called 'Origin Internet Club' to play some games?!"

It wasn't just during these past few days; even today, he had received news that several disciples were late by over an hour!

Ever since the founding of Lingyun Academy, very few instances of truancy had ever occurred in its history, because every disciple who entered its gates was an elite among elites!

It was precisely for this reason that the great clans were willing to send their elite descendants into the academy to further their study of the martial path.

Yet this year, within a single month, several incidents had occurred in rapid succession!

Gazing at the names of the immensely talented young men and women listed on the document, his face betrayed a visible fury. He slammed his hand against the desk and roared, "What on earth is this thing, to be so capable of bewitching people's minds? Why hasn't that fellow An Huwei shut that shop down?!"

The middle-aged man's palm, large as a cattail leaf fan, made the desk rattle loudly with successive cracks: "This crooked trend must be thoroughly put to an end!"

PS: Regarding yesterday's chapter, since some readers have brought it up, let me clarify. The term "quick-scope" written by the author was blurted out by the audience, meaning they heard it from Fang Qi.

In other words, the protagonist can entirely call a quick-scope-like maneuver a quick-scope, without it actually needing to be a true quick-scope.

Fang Qi: I'm just bragging to the people of the cultivation world, don't expose me, my friends, it's not like they understand anyway...

And that is how it is.