Chapter 32: Return to School!

Chapter 32: Return to School!

"Don't let them escape!"

Seeing the greenskins rout, Chu Lan's voice rang out again in the team channel, decisive and resolute, "All units, free pursuit! Clean the battlefield!"

At the command, the students' long-suppressed killing intent erupted instantly.

They no longer held their formation, like a pack of tigers descending the mountain, launching a final chase after the already shriveled, demoralized greenskin deserters.

Having lost the "WAAAGH!" field boost and fighting will, the greenskin lads' strength plummeted, becoming fragile and vulnerable.

Qin Feng's figure darted across the battlefield, the alloy spear in his hand like a silver swimming dragon.

He did not chase those who ran farthest, but specifically sought targets that were closer or entangled by other classmates.

Pfft!

A thrust of the spear, clean and precise, pierced straight through a greenskin's back.

He flicked his wrist, withdrew the spear, his body not pausing, his footwork shifting, and he appeared beside another greenskin attempting to flee by a detour.

The greenskin turned back in terror, only to see a silver light suddenly magnify in its vision.

Pfft!

The spear tip entered through its eye socket and exited from the back of its head.

One spear, one kill, never dragging or lingering.

In the short pursuit of mere tens of seconds, he had snatched four greenskin kills.

Soon, the last fleeing greenskin was caught up by a classmate known for speed, and beheaded with a single sword stroke.

The clamorous battlefield finally fell into complete silence.

On the dark red Gobi, only the ground covered in dark green remains and the heavy panting of the students remained.

"Halt and rest here!"

Chu Lan's voice sounded again, leaning on his sword, his chest heaving violently, but his eyes still sharp, "Each squad count heads, check injuries! Help each other, perform emergency treatment!"

The students gathered in twos and threes, some collapsing to sit on the ground, others supporting each other, checking each other's wounds.

The three from Dorm 402 also leaned together.

Shi Potian's white training uniform was splattered with dark green bloodstains, but he himself was unharmed.

Qin Feng was also filthy, but indeed had no injuries.

Only Qian Duoduo looked somewhat battered.

On his arms and thighs, there were several gashes cut by weapons; though none were deep, the flowing blood had already stained his clothes.

"Hiss... these greenskin brats, they really strike hard."

Qian Duoduo said through gritted teeth.

Qin Feng took out disinfectant spray and bandages from his first-aid kit, while Shi Potian silently produced hemostatic gel.

Without a word, the two began skillfully treating Qian Duoduo's wounds.

"Hehe, thanks, Brother Shi, Qin Feng."

Qian Duoduo looked at the two busy for him, smiling naively.

He glanced at Chu Lan, who was directing the overall situation not far away, then at Shi Potian, and asked curiously, "By the way, Brother Shi, in that situation just now, with your strength and prestige, if you had stepped up to command directly, no one would have objected. Why did you..."

Shi Potian, while applying gel to Qian Duoduo, replied calmly, "Each has their own specialty. I'm not good at this."

He raised his eyes, looked at Chu Lan who was methodically handling post-battle affairs, and continued, "Chu Lan is still a bit green, but in battlefield command, he indeed can consider the overall situation, more suitable than me." Saying this, his gaze turned to Qin Feng, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"However, when it comes to overall perspective in chaotic battles and control of the battlefield, Qin Feng, you are stronger than Chu Lan."

Qian Duoduo was stunned at this, then nodded vigorously: "Exactly! If it weren't for Qin Feng supporting me on the side just now, these wounds on me would be at least twice as many! Qin Feng, your spear technique is like it has eyes, always appearing where it's most needed!"

Qin Feng smiled, finished wrapping the last loop of bandage, and tied a firm knot.

"The 'Thousand Army Spear' is originally a spear technique born from chaotic legion battles, emphasizing coordination and control. I just happen to have grasped this technique a bit faster than you all."

"Not just a bit faster."

Shi Potian's voice was low and certain, "Your realm in Killing Arts is probably the highest among us new students."

He looked at Qin Feng and continued analyzing, "No matter how high our middle school exam scores or how strong our vitality index, most of us only encountered true 'Killing Arts' after enrollment. The control over Killing Arts is very strict; in our region, before the fourth-level martial artist, free purchase is not allowed. School is the only source; even martial arts halls cannot teach. In some star zones, martial arts halls are allowed to teach, but they have no schools there, and the martial arts halls function the same as our schools here."

"That is to say, in the cultivation of 'Killing Arts,' all of us are actually on the same starting line. For you to have cultivated the 'Thousand Army Spear' to such a level in just one month, your comprehension is unmatched."

Qian Duoduo nodded repeatedly, his eyes looking at Qin Feng already full of admiration.

Shi Potian said no more, but a thought flashed through his mind.

"If it weren't for that illness holding him back, what kind of despair-inducing strength would he have now?"

In this battle, Qin Feng, with his miraculous spear technique, had completely won the respect of everyone in the class, including the two top geniuses, Shi Potian and Chu Lan.

Just then, the homeroom teacher Wu Shangfeng's figure appeared silently at the front of the group.

He looked at these students, though somewhat disheveled, yet exceptionally excited in spirit, and on his eternally unchanging icy face, a rare hint of satisfaction appeared.

"Very good."

His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, "For your first real combat, to have fought like this exceeds my expectations. Though the process was a bit messy, the result is good. You have proven with your strength that you are worthy of the identity of 'Qiyi High' students."

He did not do much summarizing or debriefing, only raised the terminal on his wrist and tapped lightly in the air.

A small drone flew out from behind him, and from beneath its belly extended a fierce nozzle.

Whoosh—!

A scorching, orange-red torrent of flame shot out from the nozzle, like an angry fire dragon, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

The greenskin corpses scattered on the ground, under the blazing heat of several thousand degrees, quickly turned to charcoal, and finally not even ashes remained.

"Greenskin corpses must be thoroughly incinerated in the most efficient way."

Wu Shangfeng looked at the land purified by fire and explained, "Otherwise, the spores spread from their corpses will adapt to this planet's environment in a very short time. Next year, this place will grow patch after patch of greenskin lads eager to be beaten."

"Their inheritance relies mainly on instincts imprinted in their genetic sequence, completely different from our human inheritance method through knowledge and learning."

After doing all this, Wu Shangfeng operated a few times on his terminal.

[Mission objective completed, submitting...]

[Mission evaluation: Excellent.]

[Mission settlement in progress...]

"Alright, it's time for us to go back."

He turned around, looked at his students, "Cleaning the battlefield is never your task at this stage."

Wu Shangfeng activated the teleportation array located in the classroom again, and a teleportation gate leading to Qiming First Martial High slowly opened before everyone.

"Fall in, return to school."

(End of chapter)