Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr In the past 100 years, there had never been a grand armed melee, because it was too bloody and cruel. It involved all the students of two grades in a mass melee! At that time, no one would be able to control themselves. Fear, anger, submission, humiliation... all sorts of factors would cause people to lose control. In history, grand armed melees had seen a large number of casualties. This was also an important reason why the grand armed melee had been quiet for over a hundred years.
Of course, when the words "grand armed melee" came out, not only were the 10th graders stunned, even the 7th graders present — those Class-A students who had come with Ling Lan were stunned. They had been informed that a 7th grade Class-B female student was being bullied by a 10th grade senior, so they had come to help out in indignation. Who would have thought that the leaders, Ling Lan and Wu Jiong, would actually make such a big deal out of it?
However, everyone's blood was boiling involuntarily. If the grand armed melee that had caused the students to pale at the mere mention of it a hundred years ago could be recreated in their hands... how goddamn satisfying!
"Brother Xu, they don't have enough people. There's only 89 of them..." A 10th grade student quietly reminded the leader not to panic. This was very likely a means of intimidation by the 7th grade — they could not afford to lose their composure.
Reminded by his companion, this Brother Xu took a closer look and found that it was indeed the case. Instantly, he calmed down. Indeed, who would be so stupid as to play with their own lives? A grand armed melee? Even if they wanted to fight, they would not dare to fight the 10th grade. Wasn't that just courting death? These little bastards were definitely trying to scare them off, wanting them to retreat and give up without a fight. He could not fall for their trick and destroy the prestige of the 10th grade. Thus, he threw his head back and laughed loudly, "Hahaha... what a joke, actually daring to propose a grand armed melee to us. Fine, I'll play with you all. Let's see if you can gather 95 people and successfully initiate a grand armed melee!"
The 10th grade students had initially been a little restless at the mention of the grand armed melee, but under the whispers of the crowd, they quickly calmed down. Hearing the leader's words, they all began to shout, "Yeah, we're waiting..."
"Such a fun thing, how could I, Li Yingjie, be left out!" A flirtatious voice came from the door. Ling Lan, Wu Jiong, and the others were speechless. Li Yingjie, this brat, loved to show off. He was so flirtatious.
However, the arrival of Li Yingjie's team meant that the three strongest teams of Year 4738 were officially working together. At this moment, the number of 7th graders present had reached 95 — if everyone agreed, they would meet the minimum requirement to initiate a grand armed melee.
"Students, after entering the advanced area, you should have already felt the suppression of the upper grades. Quite a few people have more or less suffered losses. Boss Ling Lan once said that a person must have pride and dignity. They would rather die standing than live in humiliation and kneel. Because this is our dignity, our pride. Once we lose it, we don't deserve to be a qualified soldier... and what are we scouts? It is the cradle of grooming qualified soldiers... Tell me, in the face of this situation, can we submit? "Wu Jiong suddenly said loudly.
"No!"
"No!"
"No!" The 7th grade students were enraged by Wu Jiong's words, all of them clenching their fists and shouting "No!"
"Should we take up arms to defend our dignity? Let everyone know that although we are new members of the advanced area, we are not to be trifled with, "continued Wu Jiong.
"Grand armed melee!" Someone shouted, and then all of the 7th graders shouted in unison, "Grand armed melee! Grand armed melee! Grand armed melee! "
Only by initiating a grand armed melee would the 7th graders have the right to stand on equal footing with the 10th graders and engage in a fair duel.
"Then let us initiate a grand armed melee." Wu Jiong raised his right hand, revealing his communicator, and proposed a grade grand armed melee to all of the 10th graders.
All the students of the seventh grade special class received the option to agree or disagree to initiate a grand armed melee at the same time. Everyone present decisively pressed the "agree" button — even the seventh grade special class students who had not made it in time also received this message from their communicators.
A certain white-clothed youth who was resting on the lawn in front of the dormitory villa suddenly felt his wrist vibrate. Bored, he opened the message, and when he saw the contents, he instantly jumped up. "Grand armed melee? Haha, this is too interesting. Who would have thought that the people of Class-A would be so daring? I have to go take a look. " The initiator had to be one of the top 5 of Class-A. Although he did not know who it was, he still decisively pressed the 'agree' button. Then, with a stamp of his feet, he disappeared from the lawn!
"Challenging the 10th grade grand armed melee. 97 people in the 7th grade special class have agreed. The number of people has exceeded the minimum requirement. The grade grand armed melee is officially initiated!"
Spread out in every corner of the academy, the 7th grade students, whether they were from the special classes, merit classes, or normal classes, all received this message on their communicators at the same time, causing the 7th grade students to jump up in fright...
And then, the entire academy's alarm went off, lasting for a whole three minutes! Everyone was so alarmed by this alarm that they ran out from every corner of the academy, asking the people around them what was going on. Unfortunately, other than the 7th graders and a few senior students who knew what was going on, most of the students were at a loss, unable to comprehend.
Right at this moment, a slightly robotic female voice rang out in the air above the entire academy:
"Warning, in one hour, the grand armed melee between the 7th grade and 10th grade will officially begin. The duration is 24 hours. All students who are unable to participate in the grand armed melee, please take note. Please enter the dormitory area quickly within the next hour. All 7th grade and 10th grade students who refuse to participate in the grand armed melee, please enter the dormitory area as well! In one hour, the dormitory area will be completely sealed off, becoming the only safe zone for the grand armed melee. No one is allowed to engage in armed melee within the safe zone. Violators will be severely punished! "
The academy's warning announcement was repeated three times in a row. The entire academy was in an uproar. Some of the junior students did not even know what a grand armed melee was, so they quickly used their communicators to search for information related to the grand armed melee. When they found out about the brutality of the grand armed melee, some of the children's faces turned pale.
Very soon, a recording rang out in the academy. It was the conversation between Wu Jiong and the special class students in the canteen:
"Students, after entering the advanced area, you should have already felt the oppression from the seniors. Many of you have been more or less humiliated. Boss Ling Lan once said that people should have pride and dignity. They would rather die standing than live on their knees in humiliation...
"Should we take up arms to defend our dignity? Let everyone know that even though we are new members of the advanced area, we are not to be trifled with. "
...
"Grand armed melee! Grand armed melee! Grand armed melee! "
The final grand armed melee that the students collectively roared out also affected the students of all the academies, especially those 7th grade students from the merit classes and the regular classes. During this period, they had all been bullied by the seniors. The humiliation they had been enduring all this time was instantly unleashed at this moment.
Grand armed melee! This was a chance for revenge given to them by the special class students! They clenched their fists silently. Even if they had to die, they would drag those seniors who had bullied them down to hell with them!
"The gathering point of the 7th grade, Sunmoon Square in Area N! The gathering point of the 10th grade, Freedom Square in Area E! "Finally, the academy's mainframe announced the gathering points of the two grades, and everyone began to move. In contrast to the silent and repressed fighting spirit of the 7th grade, the 10th grade students were clearly somewhat flustered and unable to keep their cool...
"B * stards, those bunch of 7th graders are definitely lunatics!" Most of the 10th grade students thought this way, or else how could they have initiated such a crazy grand armed melee?
However, the 8th and 9th grade students were all bewildered. They had not expected these newly promoted 7th graders to be so hot-blooded, willing to initiate a brutal grand armed melee rather than submit to the humiliation of the seniors... could it be that the advanced area was about to be turned upside down?
In fact, there were even quite a few people who were vaguely regretting it. Back then, when they had been humiliated by the 10th grade, if they had been able to initiate a grand armed melee like the 7th grade now, would they have become different, or even stronger?
In the dining hall belonging to the instructors, the instructors had originally been eating quietly, and today, their dean was also eating in the dining hall.
Just as they were happily eating, the alarm of the entire academy suddenly rang out. In his shock, the dean actually spat out the food in his mouth. He stood up abruptly and said angrily, "What's going on?"
Could it be that the mainframe had gone crazy? And there was actually someone so blind as to actually dare to attack the Scout Academy?
The dean's wrist communicator vibrated wildly. The moment he accepted the call, the ace mecha captain of the academy appeared on the screen. "Dean, what happened?"
"I wanted to ask you that too. Could it be that someone outside has invaded the academy's airspace again?" The dean recalled the Ling Lan incident seven years ago. That Ling family had actually been so bold as to directly pilot mecha into the academy's airspace, giving them a false alarm.
"No, we've used radar to scan the outside. Everything is normal; there are no unidentified objects approaching the academy. Is there a problem inside the academy? "The mecha captain reported their situation to the dean.
"Got it. You all prepare to move out. I'll ask the academy's mainframe..." Before the dean could finish, the mainframe's voice rang out in the dining hall:
"Warning, in one hour, the grand armed melee between the 7th and 10th grades will officially begin. Duration: 24 hours..."
"Grand armed melee? F * ck, why is something from 100 years ago appearing again? " All the instructors looked at each other. None of them had experienced the era of the grand armed melee, so they had only heard of the name, but did not know much about the bloody and terrifying aspects of a grand armed melee.
"Heavens, which bastard started it?" The dean's expression changed drastically as he jumped to his feet in shock. He had seen those top-secret files before. Every grand armed melee would indeed allow the strength of the children to increase exponentially, but the number of casualties was just too shocking. Thus, every dean of the academy was extremely wary of a grand armed melee. They would rather let the children develop steadily than use such cruel methods to force them to grow. This was also the reason why the grand armed melee had disappeared for the past 100 years.
The dean connected to the mainframe and pulled up the location of the grand armed melee.
The large screen at the front of the dining hall suddenly lit up, and then a scene of two sides facing off against each other appeared. Ling Lan, Zilong, Wu Jiong, and the others were all present, all of them present...
"Holy sh * t, the members of the 7th grade special class are basically all here." Seeing the 7th grade special class so united, the instructors' eyes shone with approval. This reminded them of their comrades who had gone through life and death together on the battlefield...
Good, good, good! He was indeed worthy of being his son! Seeing Ling Lan's figure, the dean could not help but draw in a sharp breath. The dean was an old fox — just by looking at the positions of the 7th grade students, he could tell who was leading this grand armed melee.
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