Different Environments

Listening to the conversation of the formal trainees at the next table, Zhao Dele and the others fell into a strange silence.

Even the act of eating slowed down.

It wasn't that I was engrossed in their conversation, but rather that I suddenly felt a bit bitter.

For these formal trainees, everything that happened in Yangon was an exciting and thrilling legendary battle, as well as a topic of conversation over tea.

But for these warriors of Yangon, it was something that actually happened to them.

Born in Yangon, the feeling of being used as a tool by nobles, constantly facing the threat of death, and having one's life and death in the hands of others is unsettling to recall.

"I heard that some of the martial artists from that city came to our academy for short-term training under official arrangements."

At that moment, the boy with dyed hair at the next table suddenly lowered his voice.

The commotion at this table wasn't loud, but everyone present was a martial artist with excellent hearing. In an instant, the gazes of several surrounding tables turned to the dozens of Yangon City martial artists sitting in a secluded corner.

Their awkwardness and weathered air, so out of place in Yuncheng, were all too obvious.

"Are they them?"

"I saw officials taking them to register today."

Discussions arose.

However, some people didn't mince words and directly asked the group of warriors in Yangon:

"Brothers, are you from that city?"

Someone swallowed the food in their mouth and nodded.

In an instant, the eyes of the short-haired boy and the others lit up, and several other students around them also perked up their ears.

"What are those powerful figures like when they fight? Have you felt it? When that peak evolved form expert from the Li family made his move, wasn't it terrifying? His destructive power could easily destroy a city!" someone asked excitedly.

The warriors of Yangon looked at each other, then shook their heads.

Someone said with a wry smile, "In that battle, we couldn't even get close. There were just constant roars everywhere, flames burning incessantly in the center of the city, and the entire ground shaking."

The person who asked the question paused for a moment, then scratched the back of his head: "That's true, after all, they're not even on the same level of existence. In a battle of that level, an ordinary martial artist would die if they got close."

Then, someone asked a more detailed question: "By the way, do you know what the Explorers' Association and the Li family's real purpose was in going to your city?"

"Under normal circumstances, deploying a peak-stage evolved being, along with several first-class evolved beings, is a level of combat power that is generally not used for ordinary rescue operations. After all, there are no true heroes in this world, so such behavior is completely inconsistent with the interests and logic of top powers. They must have other purposes."

But when asked, everyone shook their heads.

"We don't know. All we know is that after those people finished purging the nobles, they didn't linger for long."

They didn't know much. Some of them knew that the Li family members had gone to the ruins, but they also knew that they hadn't stayed there for very long. So it seemed that the ruins weren't that important.

In addition, they don't want to respond to such questions, in case they get into trouble.

Afterwards, these formal trainees, filled with curiosity, asked some questions about the local customs and culture of Yangon. The people from Yangon gave brief replies, choosing only what they could answer.

The meal was quickly finished, and the two sides didn't continue chatting. The formal trainees were obviously very busy, and they soon left one after another.

After finishing their meal, Zhao Dele and the others didn't return to their dormitories. Instead, they strolled around the academy's tree-lined paths. Looking at the towering and magnificent teaching buildings, the well-equipped training grounds, and the spirited young students, a sense of eager anticipation rose within them.

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Time quickly passed and evening arrived.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the artistic outline of Building A in orange-red, adding a unique beauty to it.

Dozens of martial artists from Yangon arrived at classroom 502 on the 5th floor a dozen minutes early.

When they pushed open the door, everyone was taken aback.

They discovered that even though they arrived at the classroom ten minutes early, Ji Ming was already standing on the podium. He was leaning on the lectern, flipping through an electronic file.

Seeing this, the group of martial artists felt uneasy and quickened their pace to go inside, thinking they were late.

"You're not late." Ji Ming raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone. "It's just that I have a habit of arriving early."

"Now find a seat."

The classroom was very spacious, arranged in a tiered layout. The desks and chairs were neatly arranged, and everyone had an individual seat. The desktops were not made of wood, but rather had embedded electronic screens that emitted a faint blue light, giving them a highly technological feel.

Everyone took their seats in turn, straightening their backs.

Ji Ming closed the electronic file and looked around the room.

"Today isn't a formal lecture. I'm just going to explain the college's rules and some important points. Also, I need to get to know you all a little."

"First, about the rules."

Ji Ming held up one finger.

"The college does not advocate violence, but it does value competition."

"The academy does not encourage the abuse of power, but respects its value."

"The college does not restrict the diversity of behavior, but it advocates for the rationality of behavior."

"The college does not prohibit freedom of thought, but opposes extremism in thought."

"..."

Ji Ming's few words set the tone for the university.

The crowd pondered these words, a slight tremor running through them. They struggled to grasp their meaning, yet it all seemed quite reasonable. The overall impression was that a place where power reigned supreme was cloaked in a veneer of civilization.

Ji Ming continued, "You are very free in the academy. Your permission cards will tell you whether you can go where you want. But you must be mindful of your boundaries. For example, don't wander around and disturb the instructors' residences in the back mountain, and don't approach the warehouses where important instruments and weapons are stored."

He outlined many specific terms, but the overall principle was only one: the academy provides a platform, and although the principle of respecting the strong prevails internally, within the framework of order, there will be no trouble if you don't cause trouble.