After returning to his room, Fang Ping thought about the incidents that happened to him on his way back.He had met two martial artists and two lunatics during the short journey of a few hundred meters.
"Are there so many martial artists?"
"Or are their increasing numbers related to the pagan lunatics somehow?"
Saying that martial artists were so numerous that they were everywhere was a load of bulls.h.i.t.
Auspicious Sun City was more developed than Sun City, but there were few martial artists in Sun City.
How many could there be in Auspicious Sun City?
Whether he did or did not encounter a martial artist, he could chalk it up to coincidence.
He had met two, though…
He shook his head. Fang Ping thought that he did not need to, nor have the right to worry about such matters.
What he needed to put his mind to was the general studies exam two days later. He would return to Sun City after the exam, so none of it was his business.
Although his Vitality was moderately high, which meant that he was quite strong, Fang Ping could not possibly hold his own against an armed civilian, much less a martial artist.
He suppressed the unease roiling in his gut, took out a book on general studies and started to read.
Fang Ping and the others did not go out after that.
As the 10th, and thus the general studies exam – approached, Fang Ping chose to forget about the previous incidents.
The 10th came by quickly.
After completing the general studies exam on the 10th, Fang Ping and the others could return to Sun City to prepare for their cultural studies exams.
Auspicious Sun City No.1 High School was the venue for the general studies exam.
Students from other districts like Fang Ping were chaperoned by their teachers, while local students were mostly accompanied by their parents.
It was not that different from the ordinary. While Fang Ping and the others entered the venue, many parents huddled outside the gates.
They were all gazing at their kids pa.s.sionately, harboring the hope that their children would be admitted into a martial arts university.
Whenever one had reached this stage, the odds of him succeeding increased greatly, so their hopes were not misplaced.
As Fang Ping and the others entered the venue, a female voice in a broken down van parked quietly outside it spoke.
"Did you see them?"
A middle-aged woman sitting shotgun said ruefully, "Those with high Vitalities are all potential martial artists, the future elites…"
"I hate them!"
Someone in the van replied, directing a hateful glare towards Fang Ping and the others, who were the last to enter the venue. All of them scored high in the Vitality a.s.sessment.
"Yes! They're all beyond salvation. They've all committed unforgivable crimes!"
The woman replied, incisive and frigid.
After a long pause, the woman said, "They need to be saved. I will be in charge of guarding the tunnel while the rest of you take action."
Two hours later, the general studies exam came to an end.
Fang Ping failed to spot Wu Zhihao and the others among the throng after exiting the venue.
He did not want to bother looking for them in the crowd. He prepared to meet them back in the hotel.
After exiting from the gates, he struggled for a while before successfully extricating himself from the gaggle of parents waiting for their kids, only to see someone walking straight toward him quickly.
He did not bother to look at the person clearly when there were so many people in the area. He walked on.
When he took a step forward, he suddenly felt a tendril of unease snake up his veins. He surveyed his surroundings from the corner of his eye and met the blazing gaze of that person walking toward him.
The man stared at Fang Ping for a while, as if he wanted to make sure that he did not take him as the wrong person.
Presumably, he got it right, because he started to mutter something and withdraw the hand which was tucked in his pocket prior to that.
He spoke softly, but Fang Ping's senses were heightened due to his high Vitality. He seemed to hear something familiar amongst the words.
Fang Ping froze before his expression changed.
That group of deranged missionaries!
Looking at the man's actions, he understood what the man was planning to do.
The thought of making a run for it crossed his mind.
He was not selfless. Humans were all inherently selfish creatures who ran at the first sign of danger.
He did not consider the safety of the other people present at the time.
The intent to stay away from trouble in mind, he was reluctant to cross paths with the man. He dodged him hurriedly.
Seeing as Fang Ping started to deviate from his path, the man stopped in his tracks and walked toward Fang Ping in a diagonal line.
Fang Ping froze again. What the heck was happening?
He had already cleared the path for him. Why was the other man pursuing him nevertheless?
Fang Ping moved sideways again, but the man walked toward him anyway, his hand already halfway out of his pocket.
Fang Ping almost wanted to curse. He had gotten out of this guy's way many times already! What, was the man attracted to him or something?
He did not feign obliviousness any longer, breaking out into a sprint.
He looked back as he ran, searching for Tan Zhenping and those with similar status. If there were martial artists around, he would run toward the area.
The man froze as Fang Ping dashed forward before chasing after him.
Someone screamed from behind him as he ran for his life.
"Son of a b.i.t.c.h! Stop!"
Someone shouted furiously from the crowd.
There were martial artists around the area, but they were on their guard against martial artists.
This time the a.s.sailants were civilians.
They infiltrated the crowd of parents, so the martial artists on patrol did not expect them to spring up and attack the students.
The crowd erupted in chaos as the attacks persisted.
The martial artists were engulfed by the crowd for some time.
Fang Ping shivered as he heard the sounds from his position a ways ahead of his pursuer. f.u.c.k, he had really encountered a madman!
He had wanted to see if there were martial artists nearby, but he did not dare to stay for long after seeing the number of lunatics acting deranged behind him.
He had readied himself to run forward when he heard his pursuer growl, "Missionary, he's escaping!"
And it was at this time that he felt a potent presence of Vitality emitting from in front of him.
He raised his gaze and saw a woman standing in front of him.
His mind worked furiously, reaching a conclusion: the two of them were accomplices.
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The guy behind him was not a martial artist while the woman was.
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