The next morning.
Wang Hao sat cross-legged on the messy bed. His body shuddered as a terrifying stream of air burst out from within, filling the room with an invisible wind.
"Level 8 Martial Arts Apprentice now, my strength has doubled since Level 7," Wang Hao said, opening his eyes and clenching his fist.
"Bang, bang, bang..." Suddenly, there were knocks at the door.
Wang Hao was slightly surprised. Someone actually came to his house? That was a miracle!
When Wang Hao opened the door, he saw Ke Yong bowing humbly at the doorway, "Hello, Mr. Wang, we meet again."
Wang Hao squinted his eyes, sizing up Ke Yong. Last time he was so arrogant, and now, this expression? There was definitely something fishy!
"Mr. Wang, last time, due to the number of people, I couldn't let you take the third-level automatic pistol. As soon as things were over, I delivered it to you right away with five magazines, totaling fifty bullets," Ke Yong said, with a pained expression as he handed the gift box to Wang Hao. Those fifty bullets cost him over five million.
Wang Hao opened the box, revealing a silver automatic pistol labeled "Silver Wolf," with five magazines fully loaded and neatly arranged inside.
"A third-level damaging weapon, the Silver Wolf automatic gun," Wang Hao mused, stroking the Silver Wolf automatic gun. It was not only fast but also had tremendous explosive power, even capable of dealing with someone as strong as Principal Zhong Li from the Martial Arts Sect.
Of course, the prerequisite was being able to hold the gun tightly and not be blown away by its recoil.
"Mr. Wang, can you say a few good words for me to Mr. Gao?" Ke Yong asked, feeling relieved as Wang Hao accepted the gift.
Wang Hao narrowed his eyes and smiled. So, this commissioner was also invited yesterday, "Alright, seeing your sincerity, next time I see Uncle Gao, I'll put in a good word for you."
"Ding-dong, congratulations on successfully accepting a bribe, earning 3,000 Villain Points."
Wang Hao rolled his eyes. Earning Villain Points for such a thing felt... so satisfying.
"Thank you for your support, Mr. Wang. If you need anything in the future, just say the word," Ke Yong said gratefully, "I won't delay your competition any longer, so I'll take my leave."
"Competition!"
Wang Hao exclaimed, rushing into his room to wash up before leaving the house and boarding the Flood Dragon, hoping the Grand School Competition hadn't started yet.
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Eleventh High School.
Principal Zhong Li's face turned dark. This little bastard Wang Hao dared to be late on the day of the Grand School Competition; truly infuriating.
The surrounding students of Eleventh High School were obviously growing impatient.
"What on earth is that scumbag Wang Hao doing!?"
"Who knows, but he can't be up to anything good."
"If we don't leave soon, Eleventh High School will be late."
"That Wang Hao is a real piece of work; he can be late if he wants, but dragging my goddess Weiwei and goddess Le Xuan into it is too much."
"And goddesses. They've turned into women by now, haven't they?"
"What nonsense are you spouting? Wang Hao is the decoy sent by the principal; my goddesses are still pure."
"Kid, do you really believe that? Don't you know what Wang Hao is up to?"
"Fellow student, don't deceive yourself. The three goddesses of Eleventh High School are no longer pure."
"I don't believe it, my goddesses are still pure."
"Fine, this guy has fallen into delusion. Let's hope he stays in his dream forever."
...
"Hummm..."
Suddenly, the roar of a gigantic engine filled the air. The students looked up to see the Flood Dragon descending vertically.
"Is that the Flood Dragon!?" the students exclaimed. The Flood Dragon was a private spaceship, something only the wealthy could afford.
When Wang Hao walked out of the Flood Dragon, all the students rubbed their eyes. How could this pauper Wang Hao possibly afford a private spaceship!?
"You brat, get over here; we're about to be late," Principal Zhong Li shouted, grabbing Wang Hao and tossing him into a small aircraft.
"Hey, old man, what about my Flood Dragon?" Wang Hao called out.
Principal Zhong Li glared at Wang Hao, "Who's going to touch it while I'm here? Just remember to perform well for me."
Hearing this, Wang Hao had no choice but to obediently enter the small aircraft, finding a seat next to Le Xuan.
Xia Weiwei shot Wang Hao a glance, unable to suppress a cold huff, clearly still remembering how he kissed her yesterday.
Before long, the transport aircraft took off and disappeared into the horizon.
The students of Eleventh High School cheered. From this moment on, they had graduated and only needed to go home and wait for the Grand School Competition to begin.
For this Grand School Competition, ten satellites would provide around-the-clock coverage of the arena for a comprehensive broadcast.
...
Inside the small aircraft.
Le Xuan ignored Wang Hao's teasing. She took out a black briefcase, opened it, and revealed a second-level revolver with hundreds of rounds of ammunition, a second-level Military Blade, and various grenades and bombs.
Xia Weiwei showed no interest in Wang Hao either. She also took out a black long case, strapped a sword taller than herself on her back, and hung a laser sword hilt on her waist, along with an assortment of grenades and bombs.
Wang Hao's mouth twitched. Why were these women bringing so many explosives? Were they planning to blow up the competition venue!?
"Wang Hao, what weapons do you have?" Le Xuan asked.
"Ahem!"
Wang Hao coughed, trying to hide his embarrassment. Compared to these two women, his equipment was like heaven and earth.
A Level 1 Invisibility Cloak was useless against a Martial Master.
A Level 1 dagger inflicted meager damage on a Martial Master.
The second-level substandard electromagnetic ring could only slightly paralyze a Martial Master; inflicting any real damage was out of the question.
The only thing worth mentioning was the third-level Silver Wolf automatic gun, but with his current cultivation, he couldn't grasp it fully. The recoil was too much for him to handle at Level 8 Martial Arts Apprentice.
"This is all you've got prepared?" Xia Weiwei said, rubbing her forehead at the sight of Wang Hao's gear.
If it were a ring match, these would be enough, but they were going into an unrestricted warfare competition. Weapons like grenades and bombs, with no usage restrictions, would certainly appear.
Someone might even bring out a mecha. With Wang Hao's equipment, going against such opponents would be suicide.
"Honestly, Wang Hao's preparation isn't bad," Le Xuan said, gently wiping the Silver Wolf automatic gun, as if it were her lover.
"But after one shot, the recoil could break your arm. It's a suicide weapon," Xia Weiwei shook her head.
Le Xuan set down the Silver Wolf gun and handed Wang Hao a few grenades and bombs, "Keep these on you for self-defense. When the competition starts, Weiwei and I will be the main attackers; you just find the right moment to strike."
Wang Hao paused, scrutinizing Le Xuan and Xia Weiwei, realizing both had already reached Level 1 Martial Master. No wonder they looked down on him, relegating him to a support role...