Gao Wu: My freshman internship was a battle on the front lines.

Chapter 1 begins with being forced into the suicide squad!

"Ye Feng! Department Head Wang wants to see you in his office!"

Ye Feng opened his eyes groggily, looking completely bewildered!

All I did was work an extra week, like 007.

Where did this come from?

crossed?

Suddenly, a flood of the original owner's memories rushed into his mind!

"Holy crap, this is way too tragic!"

The original owner's father was the head of the Ye family, a prominent family in Jiangcheng, and his parents were also fifth-level martial artists.

But he died in battle three years ago!

He himself is a dual-talent user with both purple and white attribute modifiers.

However, he was injured in a martial arts competition a few days ago, and his purple talent was ruined!

The original owner was kicked out of the Ye family by a collateral branch yesterday and ended up in a slum!

"Good heavens! Are you kidding me?"

"What a disaster! I might as well delete my account and start over!"

Suddenly, a notification sound appeared in Ye Feng's mind.

[Abnormal emotional fluctuations detected in the host! Killing System activated!]

[The Killing System, designed specifically for killing, grants Killing Points simply by slaying exotic beasts!]

Kill points can be exchanged for anything!

Ye Feng was overjoyed!

That's more like it!

A system is the standard equipment for time travelers!

Seeing that Ye Feng didn't respond and had a strange expression, the classmates next to him thought that he had suffered too much of a blow recently and was having a mental breakdown.

"Ye Feng! Department Head Wang wants you to go to his office! I'm telling you!"

After saying that, the man ran away in a flash.

……

"Ye Feng, one must know when to advance and when to retreat, and one must be able to assess the situation and not be too arrogant!"

Inside the department head's office.

A middle-aged man with a receding hairline sat in a leather chair in front of the desk.

"Your parents sacrificed their lives on the front lines fighting against the alien beasts; they are heroes. That's why we hope you can stay safe and sound. Wouldn't it be better to find an ordinary job after graduation?"

The department head put down his teacup, looked up, and gazed at Ye Feng through his sapphire-tinted glasses with a hint of disdain that was barely perceptible.

"Your talent was a rare dual talent when you enrolled, and you even had a purple talent called 'Divine Speed'."

"With that talent, no one would say a word if he got a guaranteed spot in the school's Dao Academy! But now?"

"You should know some basic manners and how to conduct yourself in society."

Ye Feng stood in front of his desk, looking completely indifferent.

He looked calmly at the middle-aged man with a beer belly in front of him.

This person was the head of his university's intensive science department.

A seemingly refined scoundrel who spouts platitudes about benevolence and morality.

Just half an hour ago, the department head made a suggestion.

He was asked to give away the state-granted spot for admission to the Taoist academy to his class leader, Li Mo, free of charge.

Li Mo is the eldest son of the Li family, one of the five great families in Jiangcheng, and also the principal's nephew.

"Ye Feng, you are still young. Don't act impulsively. You also need to learn to know when to advance and when to retreat, and to be mindful of your limits."

"Besides, you don't want any more accidents to happen, do you?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, the department head straightened up slightly and tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, making a heavy sound.

This is a blatant threat.

"We need to talk about background and connections."

"Only when the guaranteed admission spot is in his hands can it be of greater value."

At this point, the department head sighed, seemingly deeply saddened by Ye Feng's "immaturity."

"If you give up your spot, the school will give you a scholarship of 100,000 yuan. Wouldn't it be better to live a stable life?"

"Does something really have to happen, disturbing the peace of my parents in the afterlife?"

Ye Feng finally spoke.

"My parents are fifth-level martial artists, the heads of the Ye family in Jiangcheng, and heroes."

"This guaranteed admission spot is compensation they obtained by trading the lives of two fifth-tier powerhouses!"

Ye Feng raised his head, a barely perceptible glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Why should I give up my seat? Because Li Mo is the principal's nephew? Or are you going to grovel before the principal?"

"As for my talent and strength!"

"I used to be a late-stage Tier 1 martial artist! A dual-talent user with both purple and white attribute modifiers!"

"Everyone has seen who brought me to this state!"

The office suddenly fell silent.

Some things are better left unsaid; saying them out loud would be like tearing off a mask.

The department head's smiling, chubby face froze instantly, slowly becoming covered with layers of frost.

"Looks like you're going to have to suffer the consequences!"

The department head opened his desk drawer, took out a document that had been prepared in advance, and threw it in front of Ye Feng.

"Since you're so eager to become strong, then I'll grant your wish."

The three large golden characters "Pioneer Battalion" were prominently displayed on the document.

"Don't blame me for being heartless."

"Ten days later, the city garrison reported for duty."

"If you dare not go! You'll be facing a military court!"

Ye Feng looked at the document.

There was no sound, no angry glare, and no wailing or crying.

The trials organized by the school usually assign some tasks with a low risk factor to these martial arts students.

However, the vanguard battalion is clearly not included in this category.

With an overall mortality rate of 90%, this was a notorious suicide squad!

He simply reached out, picked up the paper, glanced at it, and then, in front of the department head...

"I hope you won't regret it."

Ye Feng left a message and then pushed open the door to leave.

A series of angry roars came from behind.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river? Don't you even know who you are!"

……

Ye Feng stood at the entrance of the largest martial arts hall in Jiangcheng, looking up at the gleaming golden signboard—Jiangcheng Extreme Martial Arts Hall.

Martial arts are now flourishing, and strange beasts roam freely, with humans and beasts locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

This has also spurred the emergence of various martial arts schools, with no fewer than dozens of schools of all sizes in Jiangcheng.

Among them, the most awesome martial arts school is Jiangcheng Extreme Martial Arts School.

Ye Feng was once a student here.

But now he's just a sparring partner.

Because he needs to survive.

"squeak……"

After a heavy scraping sound, a world belonging to martial arts unfolded before him.

The martial arts hall has a very large interior space, with rows of huge, bright lights hanging from the magnificent golden dome.

A dozen or so students, coaches, and sparring partners dressed in white martial arts uniforms are fighting on their respective rings.

As Ye Feng pushed open the door and entered, all the sounds inside the martial arts hall abruptly ceased.

More than a dozen gazes were focused on Ye Feng.

A burly man sitting in the ring rest area put down his timer.

The burly man was Lei Xiong, the head instructor of the martial arts school, who was also considered Ye Feng's mentor.

"Xiao Feng, you're here!"

He handed Ye Feng a bottle of beverage.

He looked Ye Feng up and down, and seeing that Ye Feng hadn't changed much, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Feng, I'll try to help you apply for a Tier 3 Qi and Blood Pill."

"This should allow you to regain your purple-level talent."

Don't worry too much!

Ye Feng took the drink, his gaze falling on Lei Xiong and then on the strange beasts in the cages in the distance.

"I want to have a real battle with a monster!"

"Pfft!"

I don't know who laughed first.

"Young Master Ye. Real combat? Did I hear that right?"

"Young Master Ye is also pitiful. His parents died three years ago. Half a month ago, he was also seriously injured, and his purple talent attribute disappeared."

"It's said that Young Master Ye's cultivation level is now only at the quasi-martial artist level."

"Haha! Not only that, look at Young Master Ye, he's been kicked out. Can this martial arts school afford the fees for sparring with strange beasts?"

"They're all living in slums now, what do you think?"

The discussions were unrestrained.

Just then.

It came to Ye Feng's ears.

A crisp sound rang out.

A cold, mechanical voice exploded in his mind.