1713 Got Screwed Over...

Hell, this was absolutely something the mentors would do!

Duanmu Qing gave the young beggar a good-humored smile before he took out a money pouch from his pocket. He handed two spirit currency to the young beggar.

The expressions of the people sitting at the tables immediately changed.

F*ck! Where did this nouveau riche come from? Who showed off their wealth like this?

Life was so difficult, yet he tipped two spirit currency just for delivering a letter. Which family's young master was this generous?

Did they really come to take part in the underground battle arena tournament?

If not, why did they come here?

If so, did they have to come fight with them for that one thousand spirit currency when this young master was so liberal with his money?

Duanmu Qing opened the letter and looked it over. Not long afterwards, he sighed and handed it to the others. "Take a look."

This was a letter to them from the mentors.

On the letter was written: 'Students, all of us mentors have unanimously decided that you will be living in Wengka City for the next 30 days.'

'In these 30 days, both your teams must achieve an average of one thousand points in the underground battle arena. The entire team's average ranking must be in the top 50!'

'Only by doing so will we mentors come to take you home.'

'Otherwise, hoho, don't blame us mentors for tricking you. You can just continue playing in the underground battle arena!'

It was actually signed with: 'Mentor Wei Xu who loves you…'

I freakin' love your ancestor!

Qiao Mu couldn't resist cursing in her mind.

Don't blame her for regretting it the second day after entering this academy! It truly was the misfortune of three lifetimes for her to encounter such an unreliable academy and such deceptive mentors!

The eight of them looked at each other in dismay with bizarre expressions.

"Hey hey, look here. There's a line of fine print on the back of the letter. It says here that we cannot summon our mystic beasts in the first 28 days of the tournament. What is this supposed to mean?" The little fatty yelped in stupefaction.

"It means that you cannot use your divine-level tortoise." Qi Xuanxuan complained with a frown, "Could there be anything worse than this? Is it not too late for us to leave the academy?"

"If you're not afraid of being hunted down by the assistant dean, then… you can leave." Senior Brother Lu held his teacup with both hands as he replied calmly.

The hell will I leave! Qi Xuanxuan instantly deflated and plopped onto her chair. The delicious noodles in front of her had freakin' turned tasteless.

"Wait, there's another line of fine print here. It says that we cannot use any support in the first 28 days, including talismans, pills and drugs, concealed weapons, and weapons divine-rank and above! F*ck, then what can we still use?" Ma Ta grumbled, "Besides, what the f*ck is this. Who has a divine weapon?"

Qiao Mu silently scratched her head as she turned her face aside.

"What does this first 28 days mean? How many days did the mentors say that we have to stay here for?"

"Thirty days." Duanmu Qing gave a definite answer.

Everyone twitched their mouths when they heard this.

You were freakin' prohibiting everybody from using any kind of support for 28 days, but they were just staying for a total of 30 days! They must wallow in misery for 28 days! Even if they fought 30 battles in the last two days, it was impossible to make up for so many points!

"Then what can we still use?"

"Use your big head! Use your big head to fight other people!"

"Use your brains to figure out how to use true strength to achieve victory!"

All of them looked at the ceiling in exasperation.