In this swordsmanship competition, whether win or lose, he lost. He was at a disadvantage from the beginning. Conversely, Jiang Guangrong gained natural glory and losing natural glory was reasonable. Furthermore, Jiang Guangrong's final decision was worthy of admiration. It's easy to say, how many people can make such a decisive decision? More importantly, it's not a strong man's wrist bone fracture. It's a broken life! Miyamoto asked himself, if he were in that position, he would never dare to do so.

Thinking of this, Miyamoto sighed. It seems, compared to cunning tactics, he really wasn't as proud as Jiang. A person so closely tied with Qin Family staying by his side made his mission on this trip even more challenging.

"Brother Guangrong, this is the textbook for studying Dongyang language. You have been delayed for two days. Remember, the course lasts half a month!" Qin Zheng took out a stack of books to remind Jiang Guangrong.

Jiang Guangrong nodded and said: "Learning swordsmanship like this won't work. I can only strive hard to learn Dongyang Language. I will seize the top three and make up for the swordsmanship class failures!"

Qin Zheng looked at Jiang Guangrong in surprise: "What's wrong? So confident?"

Jiang Guang smiled and nodded. In his ward, there were two ready-made foreigners. If there's free labor, why not make good use of them? Jiang Guangrong glanced at Miyamoto Yi and immediately abandoned the plan to consult Miyamoto. The woman was coldly staring at the companion lying on the hospital bed, not offering Miyamoto even a cup of water. Her personality was too aloof. Was there any point in soliciting her opinion? The only person to discuss with Dongyang was Miyamoto Zhengyi.

Thinking of this, Jiang Guangrong sneakily looked at Miyamoto.

Miyamoto immediately noticed Jiang Guangrong looking at himself with evil intentions, and again a feeling of ominous foreboding arose. Miyamoto Zhengyi had suffered two major losses at Jiang Guangrong's hands. He was respectful, awed, hateful, and submissive towards Jiang Guangrong. Now Jiang Guangrong was looking at him like this unreasonably, which was certainly not good!

Sure enough, Jiang Guangrong smiled and greeted Miyamoto Zhengyi: "Haha, Brother Miyamoto, are you feeling better?"

Miyamoto Shigeru secretly cursed himself for having nothing to offer, not being a traitor or thief, still deliberately flaunting how he beat him up like this? Miyamoto Shigeru believed the latter was more likely.

Although Miyamoto Shigeru was still cursing Jiang Guang internally, he still maintained a grateful expression externally, "Is that so? That's great! Jiang Guang was very excited. He heavily slapped the bed with his right hand." Listen, Brother Miyamoto, your body is almost healed, I want to learn Dongyang. Why don't you teach me Dongyang? After all, you are from Dongyang yourself. You must know a lot about Dongyang!"

Miyamoto Shigeru was stunned. This guy dared to drive as free labor? Was he such a fool?

Upon hearing Jiang Guangrong's words, Miyamoto Shigeru suddenly clutched his chest and yelled loudly: "Ouch, I can't do it. My chest hurts. Turns out my injury isn't healed. I thought I was almost fine, ouch, it hurts so much..."

Jiang Guangrong suspiciously asked: "Chest pain? Didn't I pierce your neck with a sword?"

"Yes..." Miyamoto Yi quickly realized this, swiftly covered his chest again with his hand, then tightly covered his neck with his hand. "Oh, sorry, Brother Jiang, maybe your sword is too remarkable, or you've realized some inner strength in novels and movies. Although it was a sword on my neck, it hurt my chest part. Don't say, my neck hurts, it hurts so bad. I'm so uncomfortable."

Jiang Guangrong understood this guy was pretending, not at all intending to help him.

Jiang Guangrong said with a grim expression: "I've told you, my three brothers Miyamoto, are all mouthy people. If you were beaten so badly by me..."

"Oh, my neck hurts." Miyamoto interrupted Jiang Guangrong.

Jiang Guangrong didn't mind, he continued to say: "They love to publicize my heroic deeds. Initially, it looked like I was drawing with you, but if you are really injured here and there now, beaten so badly by me, if you agree to help me, it ends here, no one will mention this matter. If you don't help me, my brothers might go around saying how pitiful you are now, even three words can turn into a tiger, spreading false stories. When this reaches Eastern Country, it might become the version I killed Miyamoto's brothers, then Miyamoto..."

"Ouch, the neck deal!"

Ann Zixuan and Qin Zheng had prior engagements and left. After a period of taking care, Wei Xinyang returned alone after leaving Jiang Guangrong.

It was already half-past eleven at night, not a person in sight on the road.

Looking at the lonely path and brightly lit main road, Wei Xinyang couldn't help but shiver and pulled up his collar, heading straight for the main road.

Although the main road is a few minutes longer than the path, the path passes through a forest, said to be the place with the most deaths in the Death Camp. There are even rumors that this forest is often haunted. There are many bright streetlights on the side of the main road, relatively safer, but it seems the main road might be haunted at night.

Wei Xinyang anxiously walked for a few minutes and suddenly found a shadow ahead.

Wei Xinyang couldn't help but shiver, quietly saying: "This Nima really won't be a hit?"

Obviously, this shadow wasn't a ghost but a very thin woman.

This woman was very sick. She looked very thin all over. Her black hair tied behind her head. Her clothes and pants were all black. She even wore a black hat on her head. The hat tilted towards her face. The brim almost completely covered the girl's thin face.

The girl looked down as if very anxious. She didn't notice Wei Xinyang and bumped into him.

Wei Xinyang took two steps back, and the woman fell to the ground.

Wei Xinyang apologized while walking to the fallen woman, extending his right hand: "Sorry, Beauty, are you alright?"

The woman pulled down the brim and quietly said: "It's okay, it's me who should apologize."

Wei Xinyang smiled, walked to the woman, and pulled her up. The woman suddenly stood up, ignoring Wei Xinyang, and hurriedly ran towards the direction behind Wei Xinyang.

Wei Xinyang turned to look at the woman's back, suspecting in his heart: "This person is really strange. This Suicide Camp is truly a miraculous place. All kinds of monsters, ghosts, snakes, monsters, cheap products, strange people, strange people."

Wei Xinyang shook his head, not caring about the matter. He walked straight onto the road, quickly returning to the dormitory.

Wei Xinyang pushed open the dormitory door, turned on the light, only to find Qin Zheng and Ann Zixuan came late and haven't returned yet. Wei Xinyang couldn't help but mutter to himself: Why did these two come so late and not return yet? Where did they go?

Wei Xinyang didn't think much, but they went out to get something. Upon entering the dormitory, Wei Xinyang turned and closed the door. Just as Wei Xinyang turned, he suddenly discovered there was a person behind the door!

The person let out a cold laugh and took advantage of Wei Xinyang's inattentiveness, pulling out a knife aimed at Wei Xinyang's terrified eyes.

Wei Xinyang was shocked, this person stabbed with the knife, suddenly flipped in the air. He used the knife's hilt to hit Wei Xinyang's abdomen. Wei Xinyang was in great pain, retreated a few steps, knelt on the ground, clutching his stomach, angrily looking at the person.

Wei Xinyang said angrily: "Who are you? Do you know, Suicide Camp strictly prohibits killing actively outside forbidden combat! I'm not resisting at all. If you kill me, you will be buried with me!"

The person said nothing and turned to open the door.