pertwk Chapter 106 The Unconquerable Mortgage Slave?
Chapter 106 The Unconquerable Mortgage Slave?
Chapter 106 The Unconquerable Mortgage Slave?
"Yes, Principal, it seems there's been some trouble with this league, you see—"
Huimin Residential Community, Property Management Office.
Li Bin carefully held his phone and secretly informed the principal of the situation using telepathy.
"Huh? Was this also within your expectations? Well—as expected of you, you're incredibly insightful!"
He put down the phone, his expression somewhat strange.
Logically speaking—
In the first-year high school section of Huimin Community, a "three-bag mortgage slave" who has clearly mutated has appeared, and is even able to move around freely. This is no small matter.
Although it is normal for students to suffer injuries or fatalities in such multi-school joint competitions.
After all, these things were taken into account before the league started.
"It's alright if you get injured, or even if you die" — unless it's instantaneous physiological death, it's just a gradual process of becoming a pseudo-human.
Considering the situation in the city, and given the age of the students, it is not easy for their morale to drop to a level of hypocrisy in a very short period of time.
Simply put, it means that there is room for error and the ability to salvage the situation.
But if such an accident occurs, it's hard to say.
While the concept of being a mortgage slave may seem low on the surface, it depends on the specific circumstances!
The reason this ghost story isn't considered very dangerous is mainly because it restricts freedom of movement.
Its offensive and defensive capabilities are equivalent to the strength of a building. If it can move freely, the harm it poses is not insignificant!
Even the most skilled martial artist in the Fiend Body Realm is still just a body of flesh and blood.
It doesn't have much of an advantage when fighting against a humanoid, self-propelled load-bearing wall!
However, since the principal has said there's no problem, Li Bin can finally relax.
He looked at the surveillance screen again.
Bai Hui was still nowhere to be found in the first-year high school division, but the magic artifact showed that Bai Hui was still participating normally and had not been eliminated.
Unlike Li Bindao, who was reassured, the team leaders from other schools were somewhat uneasy.
Everyone was on the phone, silently communicating with their superiors.
Although they each used special methods to keep their conversation from being heard, their expressions clearly indicated that they were not at peace.
Tan Xing put down the phone, frowning, and said, "This is troublesome—I just received news that the three-bag mortgage slave has already passed through the regional barrier. To avoid trouble, the teachers above didn't use the Desire Vacuum Suction," but they also sensed that there seemed to be two students from No. 1 Middle School imprisoned inside the three-bag mortgage slave—"
As he spoke, he looked at Li Bin and asked, "Teacher Li, what did you say over there?"
"Huh?" Li Bin, who had just regained some composure, was stunned when he heard this: "Two of our school's students are locked up in the three-bag mortgage slaves?!"
Who is it? Has their identity been confirmed?!
"We've roughly confirmed one of them—a boy with a complicated family situation. If not handled properly, it could cause some unrest."
Li Bin said, "————?"
This must be referring to Bai Hui, right?
The man has a complicated family situation that could cause unrest—Bai Hui's family has three dream artifacts!
"Who is the other one?"
Li Bin pressed on, secretly wondering, "Could he be the principal's grandson?"
"Uncertain — I only know it's from No. 1 High School. Those three-bag mortgage slaves seem to have some kind of means to influence perception — they took advantage of the moment when the two students' auras were leaked and the teacher above was distracted to run to the second-year high school area."
While Tan Xing was still talking, Director Zhang from Jinglan High School had already directly called the school's team leader who was in charge of monitoring the second-year high school competition area. The team leaders of the three grades were not the same because the competition areas were different, the entrances to the community were different, and the property management offices were different.
Incidentally, although Huimin Residential Complex is an old, walk-up building complex without even an underground parking lot, it has more than three property management offices in order to increase property values.
Of course, the property management fees are also higher, as this is part of the property's value.
Closer to home.
Director Zhang was thinking that since all the first-year students in his school had been eliminated, and now those "three-bag mortgage slaves" had entered the second-year area, he hoped they wouldn't run into his school's students first!
We should at least remind the team leader of the second-year high school students.
However, before he could even speak, the phone connected, and the irritable roar of the second-year team leader from Jinglan High School came through the phone.
"Shut up!"
Two simple words shattered Director Zhang's carefully crafted conversation over the phone, their sound spreading throughout the small property management office and attracting the attention of other school leaders.
Unit 3, Building 55, No. 104, in front of the mortgage slave.
Li Youmo took a few deep breaths, activated the "Heart-Shaping Technique," and his body swelled, his back scalp bulging.
At the same time, his right hand clenched into a fist, and thick calluses formed on the knuckles and palm. His fist and even his entire right arm visibly swelled up, clearly asymmetrical with his left hand, and looked very deformed!
"break!"
He let out a low roar, and his long-trained Qilin Arm slammed out fiercely. Visible ripples of power spread out, making He Qing's eyelids twitch—this punch must have been at least 8 "points of killing power!"
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Even so, this punch only managed to create a few cracks in the cold cement wall in front of him.
Cement grout seeped out of the crack, and it was completely repaired in the blink of an eye!
"Damn it, one Qilin arm really isn't enough; there's a noticeable gap in its output—"
Li Youmo was somewhat discouraged.
The three of them have tried all sorts of methods.
"Even those who failed to successfully woo 104 mortgage slaves"
Because their rationality has been greatly depleted, they have even begun to experience severe hallucinations and auditory hallucinations. The voices of the mortgage slaves have become stronger and louder in their ears.
If I hadn't been practicing martial arts with Bai Hui all this time, and hadn't been exposed to so many strange tales, dream artifacts, and bizarre theories, I probably would have gone insane by now!
"I'm out of options. Do you have any other ideas?"
Li Youmo shook his wrist, and said dejectedly, "How about we go ask Brother Hui if he has any good ideas? If he doesn't either—then let's call it a day. If we continue, I'm afraid my inner demons won't dissipate—"
Feng Jue asked curiously, "What will happen if the Heart-Slaying Qi can't be dispelled?"
"I've only mastered one of the Qilin Arm techniques so far. If I can't dispel the evil spirit within me, this is the only way I'll be able to continue like this."
Li Youmo raised his hands, his left arm extending almost to his knee due to the "Heartbeat Expansion Technique," but otherwise, its size was not much different from that of an ordinary person.
But the right arm is almost three times the size of the left arm!
"An imbalance in one's internal energy is not a good thing—you know about the Crippled Leg, right? If left unchecked, my left arm will completely atrophy in the future."
"That's quite serious indeed—"
So the three of them decided to go find Bai Hui and see if he had any ideas.
If even Bai Hui can't do anything, then this trip really has to end here—going back to the first-year high school area to continue the competition is clearly out of the question—
"Oh, right."
Suddenly, He Qing thought of something and asked hesitantly, "Do you think—what if Bai Hui, watching the seniors gamble, gets itchy and goes up to join in?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Jue and Li Youmo froze.
The latter gasped, "Holy crap! Why didn't you say something this big sooner!"
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