It didn't matter if it was the Hut in the Mountain or the Hut in the Forest.
The young man behind the desk clenched his fists in his sleeves in excitement.
He was halfway there!
But he couldn't let his guard down yet.
The most important thing had just begun.
Half an hour.
He only had half an hour.
In this half an hour, the disciples he had bribed to distract would not return for the time being.
The teachers of the dojo were also having a meeting about the results of this knife hunt and the following arrangements. No one would be crazy enough to rush in and disturb him.
Several respected seniors had already returned to the academy. The only two who liked to hang out had been arranged by the Hut in the Forest to go to the biggest nightclubs and casinos in Ginza and Yellow Springs.
On the last afternoon of the last day.
This half an hour was the last time the Hut in the Forest fought for with all his might!
He relied on the fake teapot he had bought from his uncle at a discount to blackmail Yamanaka. Then, he impersonated him and finally borrowed 240 knives from Yuan Yuan as capital.
This was the Hut in the Forest's gamble.
It was a lie that could be easily exposed ….
— — He had never registered in the dojo. As soon as he walked through the gate, the alarm would go off and expose him.
Now, at this moment, in front of the gate.
It was time to reap the harvest.
As time flew by, more and more students returned from the knife hunt and were attracted by the crowd in front of the gate. They obediently followed the guidance of others and presented their hunting results with both hands.
They didn't doubt his authenticity at all.
Instead, they were respectful to his arrogance.
"Senior Yamanaka, I have ninety-two knives …"
The Hut in the Forest looked up and glanced at the nervous newcomer. He scratched his ear and said, "Lower your voice. I can't hear you."
"Didn't you eat?"
"Louder!"
The disciples around the dojo who were watching the show suddenly became noisy. An older disciple scolded angrily, "In the dojo, if a fourth-year student says he can't hear you, he can't hear you!"
The disciple was nervous and stiffened. He tried to raise his voice, "Ninety-two!!!"
"Okay, next!"
The Hut in the Forest applauded and waved his hand, signaling the volunteer behind him to move another basket of knives and swords to the side and replace it with an empty basket.
The next person was already prepared. He raised his voice and shouted with all his might, "One hundred and seventy-nine!!!"
"Good, very energetic!"
The little hut in the woods was overjoyed. He patted the blackboard beside him. Suddenly, the words on the board changed. The top ten names on the leaderboard changed. The original fourth place was pushed down and replaced by a new name.
At the back of the crowd, a disciple who was watching suddenly changed his expression.
His ranking was actually pushed down.
But then, there were shouts of excitement and exclamations from the crowd.
"Two hundred and thirty!"
Three-year student Sugano Yoshito instantly rose to the top of the list!
Enjoying the excited gazes from all around him, Kan Ye laughed proudly.
However, his smile didn't last long before a new champion was born.
The people in the hut in the forest exclaimed,
"Kuroto Ichiro, three years old, two hundred and forty-one!"
Kan Ye's smile froze for a moment. Then, he noticed Kuroto's smug gaze. His expression twitched … 'This guy, he's still fighting with me!'
He clenched his fist angrily and pulled the follower beside him, "Fujino, go find the others and help me gather a few knives. Today, I must let Kuroto understand who's the real number one among the third-year students!"
Soon, both sides mobilized their manpower and began to gather the empty knives in the hands of the other disciples. A new competition under the leaderboard began.
The smile on the Hut in the woods' face froze.
'No, it's getting out of hand.'
'Things are already out of my control.'
Less than twenty minutes had passed. In theory, there were still ten minutes of safe time. However, he couldn't completely follow the plan. No matter how thorough the plan was, there would always be flaws and accidents.
He had to make a decision.
The Hut in the woods put down the registration board in his hand and passed the pen to another student he called over to help him move the items. While no one was paying attention, he quietly retreated …
But just as he was about to walk out of the crowd and disappear, a large hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder.
He held on tightly.
So forceful …
"Wait!"
A hoarse voice came from behind. The Hut in the woods calmly turned around and looked at the gloomy Kanno behind him. The samurai raised his hand and said impatiently, "I still have two knives that haven't been registered yet!"
The Hut in the woods held his stomach and smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, my stomach hurts a little. I've already assigned the registration to Iwata junior. You can look for him."
"Oh …" Kanno let go of his hand and looked at the direction he went with confusion, "The toilet in the dojo is not far away. Why are you walking out?"
The Hut in the woods immediately became nervous, "What if Sensei finds out that I'm not doing my job? Don't talk nonsense, Kanno junior! I'll be back soon. "
"Okay, okay." Kanno nodded and let go of his hand.
After taking two steps, the Hut in the woods suddenly turned around and pointed at the busy registration area, "By the way, can I ask Kanno junior to help me temporarily? I'm afraid he won't be able to handle it alone … The sensei who was supposed to help is injured and can't come."
"Ah, don't worry. Leave it to me!"
Kanno immediately patted his chest and showed a sincere and reliable smile.
He watched the Hut in the woods disappear into the distance.
Then, he returned to the registration area and began to work diligently to protect his precious position at the top of the list.
"Come, come, come. Let's all register … This disciple, how many knives do you have?"
However, in the midst of the busy registration, he quickly had a new doubt in his mind, 'Is the ranking list incomplete?' He knew that several people had already completed the Knife Hunt and their results were all above his … Could this be the ranking list for the day? Hmm, it's just like the weekly Abyss rankings in mobile games?
How strange …
I'll just ask Yamanaka senior when he comes back.
While he was busy working, an angry roar came from behind the crowd.
"You bastards, what the hell are you doing here?!"
The angry Sato rushed out of the dojo, "You dare to cause trouble during Sensei's meeting? If it wasn't for the doorman reporting to me, I would have been kept in the dark … Hey, you, what are you doing?! "
Kanno's expression stiffened as he was stared at by a pair of angry and thunderous eyes, then he said innocently, "I'm just helping with the registration."
"Registration?"
Sato froze for a moment and realized that something was wrong. He looked at their table and the boxes piled up behind them, and a shadow of uneasiness appeared in his heart.
"Registration for what?"
"Didn't you say that Yamanaka senpai should register the results of the Knife Hunt?" Kanno asked in confusion, "You see, we're doing well, we even ordered a ranking list …"
Sato was stunned for a long time, and when he finally reacted, he felt blood rushing to his head, and his vision turned dark.
"Nonsense!" He couldn't help but roar, "I, when did I say such a thing?!"
Infuriated, Sato couldn't restrain himself. He raised his hand and slapped Kan Ye's face. Kan Ye was sent flying into the air. He spun in the air and smashed into the frame behind him. It was a mess.
Under the violent collision, the sword phantoms suddenly trembled, and as Kanno struggled to get up, they disappeared into thin air.
They disappeared.
There were only empty boxes left, still rolling around on the ground.
It was as if they were gigantic mouths that were mocking him, letting out a silent sneer.
Dead silence, dead silence …
"What are you still standing there for?"
Sato raised his head, his face pale, but his eyes were bloodshot, like the flames of hell burning, "Find him!!! Find him!!! "
"Find that bastard Yamanaka for me!"
His roar echoed through most of Yoshimi Ryōsaka, filled with killing intent, "I will tear him to pieces!!!"
On the other side of Yoshimi Ryōsaka, in a speeding car, Junnako Hut felt waves of resentment pouring into his body, and couldn't help but moan in pleasure.
So comfortable!
He tore off his disguise and the seal that shackled his Origin Substance and returned to his original appearance. Looking at his watch, he found that he had been exposed for 10 minutes longer than expected …
But he didn't think that he should have waited a bit longer to get a better result. Instead, he was scared, and his hands and legs were trembling.
Playing tricks in front of the Sword Saint Dojo wasn't something that a human could do!
Especially when he left, he could clearly feel the gaze from the deepest part of the dojo looking at him.
It was so meaningful …
He trembled as he lit the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, pulled a piece of tissue, and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. His hands trembled faster and faster.
Scared.
"Oh my god, that was too exciting."
He flicked the cigarette ash out of the car window, sped up, and returned to the scene.
But behind him, an unexpected voice came from the back seat of the car.
A young girl wearing a traditional Yingzhou robe had appeared there at some point. She raised her face and looked at his twitching expression, and asked curiously, "You pretended to be someone from the dojo and cheated at the dojo's entrance. Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Of course I'm afraid!"
Junnako Hut shrugged, smoking, and asked, "But if I'm afraid of death, won't I die?"
As if shocked by his foolishness, the young girl thought for a moment and said seriously, "If you surrender now, I can plead for you in front of Grandpa."
"Plead for me?"
Junnako Hut raised his eyebrows, feeling a chill on his back. He couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry."
The young man raised his hand and took a deep puff of his cigarette, then spat out the smoke and spoke.
"It's too late."
Whether it's mending the pen after the sheep is lost, or your naive capture …
At that moment, he lifted his foot and stepped on the accelerator. The car instantly accelerated to the limit that the body of the car could bear. Then, he turned the steering wheel and rampaged across the bridge. With a loud roar, the guardrail of the bridge was destroyed and the car rushed straight into the surging river below. Then, he disappeared.
The river, known as the Yellow Springs, was filled with the precipitation of hell. It was red and yellow all year round, and was known as the Yellow Springs, it was still surging rapidly, swallowing everything.
It didn't take long for the huge monster hidden in the river to devour the car that had fallen from the sky.
The young girl who had rushed out of the window at the last moment looked down at Julian from the gap in the guardrails, narrowing her eyes. After a long time, she sheathed her small knife and chuckled softly.
"We'll definitely meet again in the future anyway, so I'll let you go this time."
She turned and left.
Under the bridge, Junnako Hut was holding on to half of a steel bar, hanging in mid-air. His trembling hands slowly loosened.
The last puff of his cigarette fell from the sky and into the river.
It was swallowed by the surging shadows in the river.
.
After the last twists and turns, Junnako Hut carefully lurked all the way. After changing his identity twice, he finally returned to the present world as a tourist.
He didn't even have time to catch his breath as he rushed straight to Danbo without stopping. It wasn't until he reached the stone essence hall that he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
He was so weak that he couldn't even walk.
"Hey, you're back, kid?"
Elder Luo, who was still teaching Yuan Yuan in the courtyard, grinned. "I won't let you escape this time … Are you ready for the remedial lesson from hell?"
"Sorry, no. Goodbye!"
Junnako Hut waved his hand casually, taking off his backpack and unzipping it. In an instant, countless swords and knives gushed out like a tide.
They piled up like a small mountain beside him.
It was even taller than him!
"1,691 knives. After deducting the 400 that I promised to return to Yuan Yuan, I still have 1,200!"
"— I'm the champion of this knife hunt!"
The teenager raised his head and glanced at the elder's stunned expression. He asked loudly, "I'm the ninth son of the Lin family. Do I need to suck up to others?"
In the silence, Elder Luo pinched his chin and looked at this sudden surprise.
He sighed but didn't say anything.
He just waved his hand and let the proud teenager go.
Although he was sneaky, at least he could come back alive and did a good job.
He had already graduated.
Junnako Hut finally won against the muscular old man. Junnako Hut was so excited that his feet floated and his eyebrows danced.
He pushed the door open and collapsed on the sofa. When he smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen, he suddenly became more courageous.
"Fang Shu, I want to eat chicken drumsticks."
He shouted, "I want to eat the biggest one!!!"
"Okay, wait a moment!"
The elder in the kitchen responded warmly and sped up his movements.
But when Fang Shu came out of the kitchen with a plate, he found that the teenager lying on the sofa had already fallen asleep and was snoring thunderously.
He was also covered with a blanket.
Huai Shi, who was sitting next to him, raised his hand and gestured for him to speak softly.
The elder nodded, put down the roast chicken in his hand, and left with a smile.
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