A Top Scholar in Everything-Chapter 85: Overload Training

After the black-clad figures gradually left, the Raven toyed with the communication device made to resemble a small tree branch in his hand.

This thing wasn’t a mechanical creation but was made through Spiritual Arts.

As long as it’s crushed, the black-clad figures will immediately receive the message, breaking the surveillance imagery over the entire forest. Conversely, if the black-clad figures crush theirs, his branch will also break, signaling a message.

By that time.

This forest will become a true killing ground.

"Though I can’t fully trust his words, staying here means certain death anyway, so why not risk it all?"

The Raven’s eyes shone with keen light.

He was a very life-loving person.

If there was no chance of success, he would never waste his life’s final moments being used by others.

That’s why, in previous years, students entering the forest for evaluations never encountered life-threatening dangers.

Each minding their own business.

Not only that.

The Raven also arranged for his followers to deliberately train the students.

It was precisely because of this, and with the help of the black-clad figures, that he could have such a relaxed environment today, making the officials very confident in sending students to the forest for training.

Under the assurance of high-intensity surveillance and powerful figures always on standby.

The students’ lives were not at risk.

But this time...

The Raven placed the small branch into his pocket and walked slowly out of the wooden house.

Outside, a group of subordinates gathered around a bonfire.

The aroma of roasting meat continuously wafted, and cheerful sounds filled the entire space.

This group of no-ambition trash, no wonder they can only stay in this natural prison.

The Raven frowned, walked to the nearest bonfire, and with a loud crash, overturned the wooden table used for holding meat and wild fruits, which the people had put together.

Roll, roll, roll...

Fruits and meat pieces scattered all over the ground.

Everyone looked over in surprise, not understanding what angered their boss.

"Eat, all you know is to eat every day. The mission ordered from above has not been completed. If not completed, there will be no good fruit for you!"

The Raven cursed angrily.

The group was baffled.

They’ve been in this forest for so long; what mission could there be?

"Every year, we have to help Linjiang train some new high school graduates.

This session’s is a kid named Baiyu.

He’s very good-looking.

You will recognize him upon meeting.

Starting tomorrow, go and spar with him.

Don’t all go at once; it’s best to do a round-robin fight, sneak attack him every one or two hours to help him train his skills."

The Raven coldly instructed.

He always did things meticulously.

Even though the other guy was someone whose Blood Qi hadn’t even reached 200 calories, he would not take it lightly.

First, have his subordinates wear the opponent down to exhaustion, then strike with thunderous force during the shielding period of the monitoring, a sure kill in one shot!

This way, there will be no mistakes.

The final frame-up would also be very convenient.

"Boss, didn’t you say we don’t have to bother with these students?" one inmate spoke.

The Raven’s fierce gaze swept over, and the person immediately shut his mouth.

"We still need to follow orders from above.

Don’t forget why we can live so well in the forest.

It’s all because in previous years, we cooperated with the officials to help them train those novice students, so they turned a blind eye."

The Raven picked up a fruit from the ground and put it in his mouth: "I’ve said what needs to be said; who agrees and who opposes?"

"Of course, we’ll listen to the boss!"

"Brother Raven’s instructions, we’ll definitely follow."

"Isn’t it just feeding that kid some moves; we are good at it."

The group answered one after another.

The Raven nodded, then turned around and stepped back into the wooden house.

...

Time flew by, four days passed.

In these four days, Baiyu’s nerves never relaxed.

The first day was okay.

With only old Wutou and two blind inmates, if he wasn’t provoked by the Double-headed Dragon, his days would be quite nice.

But the next three days were truly hell.

Those inmates attacked indiscriminately, every few minutes a wave of sneak attacks day and night.

And they had all sorts of odd tactics!

Some hid in trees, some hid underground, and some crouched in the bushes.

Baiyu now had to worry about whether he’d pee on someone if he relieved himself.

He barely closed his eyes in those three days.

Even with old Wutou on watch, Baiyu didn’t dare to sleep deeply, fearing he’d be caught in his dreams.

This group was too insane.

Many had strange tricks during combat.

Baiyu even saw a ruthless person hide a blade under his tongue.

A cut on his left arm was from unexpectedly being sliced by this person.

And there were many unimaginable tactics.

Like sneaking from beneath the corpse of an Exotic Beast...

He had to stay alert at all times.

Though exhausting, these three days were immense training for Baiyu’s combat, reaction, vigilance, and mental endurance.

If he could get through it, the rewards would be considerable.

"Is this the hell difficulty Pang Fei prepared for me? This is just the beginning; with two months left, who knows what awaits me afterward."

Baiyu’s eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze carried the fierceness of a bandit.

In these three days.

He saw blood more than once.

Not in Mechanical Armament mode but in real combat drawing blood. This felt completely different from being encased in that sheet of iron Armor.

"Here they come, over there, it seems an inmate is approaching."

At this moment.

Old Wutou, keeping watch from the tree, called out in a low voice.

Baiyu gripped the handle of his short knife tightly.

At this moment, he had fought his way from the riverside into the true dense area of the forest, with a drone hovering above several dozen meters.

It was apparent that Pang Fei had dispatched the surveillance for his safety.

The high-intensity battles over these three days were enough to break anyone untrained, but since Pang Fei didn’t stop it, this meant it was within the training intensity.

If students from past sessions could do it, he could naturally do it as well.

...

Of course.

The entire lounge was extremely lively.

Not only Qiong Jiu and Pang Fei.

Other schools’ teachers brought students who had just finished classes to watch the performance of this exchange class and first-place mock exam seed participant.

The time was already 7 PM.

Lan Ziyue, Xiang Le, Yue Zian, and others had just finished their classes.

In these three days, they’d all crammed knowledge on Mysticism, Spiritual Arts, and Magic Elixir, filling blind spots, waking up earlier than chickens, and sleeping later than chickens.

However.

After being brought by their Masters to observe Baiyu’s special training for three days in a row, the tense string in their minds finally found relief.

There’s a saying.

Your own happiness is generally built on others’ suffering.

They initially thought their training was tough enough, miserable enough, and perverse enough.

But seeing Baiyu.

Their own training was nothing!

At least they could peacefully study and memorize things.

Baiyu hadn’t had any peace throughout the day, always either fighting or on his way to fight.

Even midway several times, watching him take out a book from his arms, suddenly two muscular men would appear out of nowhere and start attacking him.

Enduring three days in such an environment, it’s hard not to admire, this guy is practically non-human.

Even a group of Masters was very surprised.

Others might not know, but how could they, who had experienced it, not understand.

To maintain such high alertness and vitality in this environment, with his mental state unaffected, he’s practically a born Warrior, suitable for fighting in various bizarre environments.