The sun moved directly overhead, bringing the temperature to the hottest moment of the day.

Oshima High School.

From the morning, the entire Oshima was shrouded in a low pressure.

Groups of two or three Oshima students gradually walked out of the classrooms, their expressions varied, some were serious, others exhilarated.

But without exception, every Oshima student gave the feeling of a bull trapped in a cage with bloodshot eyes, just waiting to explode the moment the cage opens.

A student with the nickname "Quirky" walked out of the teaching building, looked around and whispered to his equally titled companion beside him, "Can’t avoid it anymore."

At this moment, Chang Hu also happened to come out. He turned around and looked up at the teaching building.

A man wearing golden glasses with a few strip tattoos on his temples approached Chang Hu, pulled out a cigarette pack from his pocket: "Want one?"

This person had the title "Crimson Overlord" above his head, and was also obviously a Death Fighter.

Chang Hu turned his head, raised his hand to open the cigarette pack handed to him: "Don’t give things to strangers so casually."

"Don’t be so cautious, since we’re all enrolled, we Death Fighters are somewhat like schoolmates."

Although Chang Hu was not giving face, Huangfu Zhu didn’t mind, he slowly shook out a cigarette from the pack, stuck it in his mouth, pulled out a lighter to light it for himself, and took a deep breath, exhaling smoke rings.

After savoring the nicotine pleasantly, he leisurely asked, "I only came to ask, that guy yesterday, you knew him before, right?"

"So what if I did?" Chang Hu glanced at him sideways.

"Just wanted to inquire about his information, after all, it’s the first time I’ve seen someone with such an outrageous title, to be safe, it’s necessary to first confirm that guy’s character."

Huangfu Zhu shrugged: "If I’m not mistaken, you got beaten by him in a round of a death duel?"

Upon hearing this, Chang Hu simply swung back with a punch.

Huangfu Zhu squinted his eyes slightly, and only turned his head when the fist was about to hit his face.

The punch narrowly passed by the tip of his nose, just knocking off the cigarette in his mouth.

Huangfu Zhu shook out a new cigarette from the pack, bit it with his teeth, and said somewhat teasingly: "Tsk tsk tsk, such a temper, looks like you suffered a lot."

Chang Hu seemed to remember something, fell silent for a moment, then began to give detailed information about Lv Bai.

"...In short, he’s very dangerous, don’t be fooled by his appearance."

After listening to Chang Hu’s description quietly, although maintaining a calm exterior, Huangfu Zhu couldn’t help but feel a bit shocked inside.

Chang Hu’s description was too exaggerated, it’s hard to believe it’s real.

"So, that guy has reserved at least two abilities, right?"

Huangfu Zhu lit the cigarette in his mouth, smacked his lips: "In that case, could he be the clever Murphy?"

"What are you two talking about?"

Two more Oshima students with titles above their heads walked over together.

Huangfu Zhu gave a formulaic smile.

"Oh, nothing, let’s hurry to the playground..."

...

It’s hard to find a clean place in Oshima High School, even the playground was covered in broken stones, a careless step would cause the sound of shoe soles rubbing against the stones.

The playground was a sea of heads, a dark mass, all was students wearing Oshima uniforms.

A rough estimate, there must be at least several thousand people.

The students’ formation wasn’t tidy, but they weren’t making any noise either.

Even if there was discussion, it was kept at a very low volume.

On the dilapidated podium stood several figures, standing at the main position was naturally the pinnacle of today’s Oshima High School—Simba.

Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Simba stepped forward and lowered his hand.

Soon, the entire playground quieted down, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Simba wasn’t proud of his strong control over Oshima High School, or rather, he was already accustomed to this respect for himself.

His gaze swept back and forth over the entire playground, casually saying: "It seems everyone is a bit impatient."

With the support of Grandmaster-level Inner Strength, his voice was conveyed to every corner of the playground.

"Everyone should know what we’re doing today, I won’t elaborate further, what I want to tell you is, Oshima does not fear any challenge!"

"Chikan Bay wants war, then we’ll give them war!"

"During the war, regardless of the faction, no infighting is allowed! Save your energy for the battlefield!"

"Oshima is invincible!"

As Simba finished his pre-war declaration with an echo, the entire playground was set ablaze.

Numerous Oshima students excitedly waved their arms, repeatedly shouting phrases like "Oshima invincible," "Long live Oshima."

Simba looked on happily at the enthusiastic scene on the playground, without interrupting.

Waiting for the students to vent enough, he continued to add: "March out!"

He stomped heavily, leaping into the air to over a hundred meters high, then in a parabolic trajectory, descended with a powerful pose to the school gate.

The various faction leaders who originally stood on the podium followed suit, though not as exaggerated as Simba, still inhumanly capable.

After these leaders moved, it was the turn of the eager Oshima students on the playground.

Numerous titles floated among these students, randomly choosing a direction, dozens of titles could be seen moving.

It is no exaggeration to say that at least more than seventy percent of Death Fighters are in this Oshima High School.

"Based on my understanding of this death arena these days, the overall strength of Chikan Bay is not weak, only the long-term chaotic situation allows any urban force to stomp on Chikan Bay."

Huangfu Zhu naturally explained the situation to Chang Hu.

"I don’t want to know."

Chang Hu shrugged, saying: "Anyway, we’re just cannon fodder, for this level of battle, it’s still too early for Death Fighters to step up."

"Indeed... It’s a pity, if we had a few more months, once most Death Fighters cross the threshold of Martial Artist, we might be able to exert some influence on the situation."

Huangfu Zhu sighed deeply.

This round of death duels is not very good for most Death Fighters.

Starting with a White Ability Pool, plus the Cultivation System which takes a long time to form combat power, destined that it’s very hard for Death Fighters to make any scene at the beginning.

That’s also why so many Death Fighters gather in the same school, yet can barely maintain restraint.

"Thinking too much is worse than not thinking."

Another Death Fighter waved his hand: "Might as well think about how to perform better later, all the faction leaders have promised post-war rewards, heard there’s quite a few Body Forging Techniques among them."