Chapter 353: Students, Full of Fighting Spirit

Inside the forest, the sounds of battles and the clashing of weapons intertwined in the air, shaking countless birds away and piercing the clouds—creating a scene akin to a battlefield!
From time to time, hundreds of disciples from the Colorful Robes Sect could be seen chasing after a dozen First-Class Hall disciples out of the forest. Each of them was covered in blood, and along the way, some fell to sword strikes. Yet this did not deter the disciples from the Colorful Robes Sect; instead, they became even more furious and vicious, charging at enemies who were stronger in number. Their young faces showed fierce determination, shocking and angering the skilled experts from the First-Class Hall who kept unleashing their ultimate moves.
Throughout the battle, at least fifty people died at their hands, while they only lost eight of their own brothers. Such a stark death ratio would have forced any ordinary gang to retreat to the city and cease fighting.
But inside the forest, a group of skilled young men and women fought like mad, clinging to them desperately. Each battle zone saw one side gaining an advantage through ruthless tactics—sacrificing a thousand to kill two hundred—causing even some confident First-Class Hall disciples to feel panic and unease.
Despite their overwhelming strength and advantages, under siege by a large group, with swords and blades targeting them, their protective barriers weakened rapidly, and their internal energy was consumed at an alarming rate. Ordinary pills could no longer sustain them in this state.
Even those with Jade Dew Pills were not much better, able to hold out one or two more rounds of attacks than their comrades.
“Damn it!”
“Do you think we’re afraid?!”
“Even if we die, we’ll take the whole Colorful Robes Sect with us! Fight!!!” Like tigers being torn apart by wolves, their vital energy grew increasingly depleted, with no chance to replenish it. In their rage, they turned and slashed at the nearest disciples from the Colorful Robes Sect.
The sudden counterattack by these experts at the Mysterious Realm level was terrifying! With their fierce momentum, seven disciples from the Colorful Robes Sect were forced to face their relentless enemies and knocked to the ground.
Among the crowd, Little Butt was one of the few leaders. Now covered in blood, he was still at the forefront. Already injured, he had to rely on Jade Dew Pills to heal his wounds and restore his internal energy, barely holding his ground.
He took the brunt of the First-Class Hall’s counterattack. A sharp pain hit his abdomen as two blades swung fiercely from both sides:
“Die!!”

A group of people had actually been paying close attention to this chubby guy, who possessed astonishing defense and resilience. With a sudden counterattack, three of them struck him at the same time. They realized that if they killed this guy, the group of students would likely lose a powerful vanguard, greatly weakening their combat strength.

By the time Little Butt Wiggler reacted, two sharp blades had already rushed toward him.

“Get lost.”

At that critical moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side. Ignoring the pain from the blades, he pushed them aside like shells and knocked both the blades and their owners to the ground.

“Bastards!”

Frustrated by his failure, a disciple of the First Rank Hall flew into a rage and slashed at the blood-soaked man with his sword.

“Thugs!”

Little Butt Wiggler turned around just in time to see “No Thugs” being pierced through the chest by two blades. A heavy, sour feeling filled his chest instantly.

“Damn you!” he growled through gritted teeth.

Without even thinking, he rushed at the two men who had drawn their swords, punching and kicking them until they staggered back.

Others from behind rushed forward, surrounding the two unbalanced men and killing them with wild slashes.

Yet, No Thugs could no longer be saved.

Spitting blood, he grinned with bloody teeth at Little Butt Wiggler and his companions: “Hehe… One for two, it’s… worth it!”

He tilted his head.

“Didn’t I tell you to rest behind? You…”

Little Butt Wiggler, exhausted of his internal energy, collapsed to the ground. Holding No Thugs’ cold body, his face mixed with blood and tears as he let out a hysterical roar: “Kill these bastards!!! All of them!!!”

The scene of No Thugs sacrificing himself to save others deeply shocked the disciples of the Colorful Robes Sect. Before Little Butt Wiggler could give orders, they already charged at the survivors!

A few even slashed the corpse several more times out of spite.

Under this relentless assault, the remaining disciples of the First Rank Hall turned pale, their protective barriers collapsing quickly as they were cut to pieces.

Faced with the fearless, life-risking tactics of the Colorful Robes Sect disciples, the last few completely collapsed, losing all fighting spirit.

“Kill them!”

“Surround them! Don’t let those dogs escape!”

In the distance, countless players who had heard the news witnessed such brutal and fierce battles for the first time, breaking into cold sweat involuntarily.

A pack of wolves killing a fierce tiger.

Similar scenes kept unfolding in the woods and surrounding areas.

Throughout the battle, the disciples of the First Rank Hall increasingly realized one thing, with growing pain.

That is, the fighting spirit and determination of these students are far stronger than those of any gang they have faced. The deaths of their comrades fill them with anger and hatred, yet more deaths do not bring fear—instead, it fuels their increasingly wild desire for victory and honor. They are nothing like ordinary gang members who scatter when their leader falls… As long as there is one person left, they will keep fighting!
They will not die…
And they will not stop!!
Because their comrades are not only fellow fighters but also classmates, roommates, or friends they live with day and night. They have grown together, laughed together, and suffered together. They deeply understand everyone’s efforts and the pain and consequences of death—each death brings indelible sorrow…
And…
Even if some people feel timid, they won’t show it in such times. If one person acts this way, a thousand will too.
Pride…
In such moments, it turns into an unyielding fighting spirit.
Stimulation!
Under the constant provocation from Yipin Tang, everyone forgets to retreat, and their resolve to fight to the death grows stronger. Even after the last enemy in the vicinity falls, they will pursue the next batch of prey like wounded wolves hunting for food.
Victory…
Looking at the more than two hundred corpses of Yipin Tang’s disciples on the ground, a silent pride arises in their hearts, further inspiring the bravery of all Caiyi Men’s disciples.
“Search! Leave none behind!”
Countless people spontaneously search every remaining battlefield in the forest for surviving enemies.
Yipin Tang has completely collapsed.
Four hundred against four thousand…
Students from Caiyi Men keep arriving to reinforce their ranks, while from beginning to end, their leader Yun Nuoxiang and the two strong figures they relied on as spiritual pillars never showed up.
From fighting one against seven, one against ten, to one against twenty, thirty…
The last dozen experts were forced to the center of the forest from all directions, covered in blood, their movements growing sluggish. At some point, they looked around and saw the forest filled with Caiyi Men’s disciples—on the ground, on the trees—cold and cruel gazes weaving together a desperate web of death.