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Chapter 52 Anticipated by Thousands
The first camp, the second camp, the third camp, more camps!
Meng Yu led the team, attacking like fire, killing like cutting grass!
That night was a bloody one, countless students died at Meng Yu's hands, but it was also a night of establishing authority.
The killing lasted until the sky began to dawn, and then the battle ended.
Meng Yu's long sword was pointed at the throat of a girl named Fuchun Yun, who was looking at Meng Yu stubbornly and with tears streaming down her face.
She was terrified of dying, but she hated Meng Yu to death.
Traitor, traitor, she cursed in her heart.
As one of the very few who understood Zhuge Caihua's plan, she hated Meng Yu immensely at that moment!
Zhuge Caihua prioritized the overall situation, wanting to maintain peace in the camp and wait for the support of the Immortal Sect, but she was backstabbed by this man!
Her body shivered uncontrollably; yes, she was about to die.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
The blade was thick with the smell of blood, including several notches, and it was uncertain how many had been killed that night.
I might die as well, right?
A certain realization rose in her heart, even causing her bosom to tremble.
The cold long sword touched the girl's throat, and at that moment, a ray of sunlight began to rise.
Day broke, the virtual sun appeared.
Meng Yu withdrew his weapon.
Tears fell from the girl's eyes like water, the sunlight shining on her delicate and lovely face, while Meng Yu also revealed a smile as bright as the sunlight, as if he were a shy and bashful boy.
"Polar Bear, don't cry. The fight is over, and there will be a vote soon. Remember to come, okay?"
The girl had a generously endowed bosom, treated herself with cold detachment, her skin white and lustrous like jade. Calling her Polar Bear shouldn't be a problem, right?
He did not hurt the girl but instead extended his hand, passing her a handkerchief, letting Flower-faced Cat wipe away the tears on her face.
"Everyone, let's cease fighting, we won!"
Upon Meng Yu's order, the children ceased their actions as well.
Enough blood had been shed; now, it was time to collect the bodies.
The sun rose slowly, but many would not see it anymore.
The camp was in chaos, many familiar faces had died, turned into cold corpses, and the survivors looked around with dazed expressions.
There was no longer any organized resistance; the night's slaughter had broken all resilience.
People began to gather the bodies, some set up iron racks, and some prepared wood. They and she were laid upon them.
The Fiery Flame Talismans began to burn, the flames twisting around their bodies.
Those dead students.
Whether they were the favored sons of heaven, high school goddesses, or those who weren't given any attention, even those whose names were forgettable, were piled up together, indistinguishable from one another, entwined together, and as the flames burned, they soon turned into ash.
The fire stung everyone's skin, the ashes lingered in the children's nostrils, everything told them not to be naive anymore.
There was one hour left until the voting time.
Then, Meng Yu looked up, observing the people around him.
"My proposal is for fifty exemptions. Other than that, everything is the same as before. Now, I will announce their names."
He said to those around him.
Among those twenty-four people, ten of them flinched or backed away last night when Meng Yu made his move. They didn't join Meng Yu in the fight, retreating and hiding in the back.
Those ten were crossed off the list.
Then the remaining thirty-six people were those who were the first to kill with him yesterday or the most valiant ones in last night's battle.
"I won't take an exemption, I will draw lots with you, everything else remains unchanged, I hope for your support."
After a night of slaughter, dust and blood stained Meng Yu's body. Under his prominent nose, his lips were slightly thin, exuding an air of cold mercilessness.
Everyone watched Meng Yu, looking at this prodigy who could turn his hand into clouds and cover his hand with rain.
Many felt that his face bore more resilience and determination, his features deep and brimming with masculinity, as if he had matured overnight.
Yes, everyone had matured.
Many children looked back, glancing at the companions who had vanished.
That included Zhuge Caihua, as well as those who had perished.
Among them were their goddesses or idols, former friends, and memories of sheer joy.
But all had turned to ash.
The wisps of blue smoke trailing behind them buried the last vestiges of innocence from their adolescence.
And there were tears.
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Today, the platform was surrounded by people, but it was very different from yesterday.
The camp was divided into two, on one side were those with complex expressions who supported the vote, and on the other, the camp from last night that had turned into ash. The survivors, many with their True Qi sealed, stood defiantly to one side. Many were missing arms or legs yet were brought here, and among them, quite a few stood by Meng Yu's side.
Last night, when Meng Yu was killing, he allowed defections.
Below the platform, countless students with faces full of panic watched all that was happening-- when the chaos broke out last night, most of the students were shocked and refused to participate; after all, they were classmates, and it hadn't come to that step yet, or rather, who could bear to suddenly kill?
After all, they were just seventeen or eighteen-year-old youths!
And there were many who had not been present at the scene, opponents who had fled elsewhere when they were chased, now watching from a distance.
Not participating was the same as not opposing, not being in front of the platform equated to forfeiting one's right to vote and thus tacitly agreeing with the proposal.
Meng Yu walked towards the platform, amidst many curses.
"Meng Yu, will you kill us today if we vote against?"
"If the vote doesn't pass, just kill them all!"
Meng Yu replied bluntly.
"Meng Yu, why do you have to do this…"
This voice was directly ignored by Meng Yu.
He just looked at the children below and thought they were really good.
Flowers can bloom again, but one cannot relive their youth; he himself was hardened through turmoil, but these kids were truly good.
Right, just like the plan with Zhuge Caihua, even if the vote didn't pass, there wouldn't be any riots because he was suppressing everything.
He had already paid the price in blood.
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Immortal Sect.
Last night's events left countless youths shouting with exhilaration.
After all, it was so thrilling and fun, even the parents of the children who were killed were happily watching everything unfold.
After all, it was just an illusion, and having the children go through all of this was a good education for them.
It was better for a child to die in such circumstances than to end up like the idiot Wang Youcai. The movements of Wang Youcai's Heavenly Dragon Chant, which he thought went unnoticed, had been analyzed by the heavyweights on the outside, and they had figured out everything.
Yes, Wang Youcai became an object of ridicule for countless people, labeled as a big fool.
Zhuge Caihua's public image saw improvement because that night, many had died, including those who knew of Zhuge Caihua's plans. They had been continuously discussing in the Martial Arts Miniature World, and then it was broadcast by Mirror Twelve, letting everyone understand what these youths had done and strived for in the past.
Ah, Zhuge Caihua was a good child indeed, looking after the bigger picture, smart and clever, with her only mistake being her trust in Meng Yu.
However, everyone also forgave Zhuge Caihua because, after all, ninety-nine percent of the people had never imagined there would be such an outlier hidden among the students.
So, what would happen today with Meng Yu as the leader of the nation?
Naturally, this morning's live broadcast was the center of attention.
Everyone wanted to know the ending of the story.
It must be quite spectacular, right?