Begins the Trial

Chapter 76 Begins the Trial

The azure sky, combined with a gentle breeze, carries the unique scent of the sea.

The constant crashing of the seawater against the rocks, combined with the fresh sea air, adds to the atmosphere.

However, a barrage of insults completely ruined the atmosphere!

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!!"

"Mo Fan, calm down!" Zhao Manyan advised.

"As the national team, they didn't give us a single penny of funding, no dedicated plane, no special car, no hotel, and they even froze all of our bank cards, banning us from flying! What does this mean?! Are they expecting us to swim to Japan from here?!"

Mo Fan transformed into a vengeful spirit, raging against the sky and the sea.

Wu Tiao Wu, who was standing to the side, didn't care at all. He casually picked up a stool and some snacks and ate while watching Mo Fan keep cursing. He was having a great time.

"WC, your things weren't taken away?" Zhao Manyan noticed immediately.

The others also looked over in surprise.

"Take them. I hid these beforehand using spatial magic," Gojo Satoru said with a smile.

While talking, he continued to take out candies and pastries from his spatial storage.

"You can even use space-based magic like this?!" Zhao Manyan exclaimed in shock.

"No big deal." Gojo Satoru shrugged.

In fact, it takes a fairly strong spatial control ability to keep it from a super-level mage.

Seeing this, Mo Fan shamelessly stepped forward and said, "Wu, can you get me something too?"

Having no money whatsoever, they still couldn't get a meal even after arriving here, and Mo Fan, whom they had been cursing all the way, was already starving.

"Here." Gojo Satoru took out a large loaf of bread and a bottle of water from his spatial storage and tossed them to Mo Fan.

Mo Fan quickly reached out and caught it, then tore open the packaging and wolfed it down.

"He's such a good-for-nothing, all he does is try to take shortcuts." A sarcastic voice rang out from the group.

Gojo Satoru didn't even raise his head, casually waving his hand as if swatting a mosquito, and then slapped the person who had just spoken across the face.

BOOM!

Zujiming, who was as big as a gorilla, was slapped so hard that a red mark appeared on his face, and he staggered back several steps.

"How dare you!?" Zuji Ming covered his face and looked at Gojo Satoru waving his hand in disbelief.

Those in the group who were unfamiliar with Gojo Satoru were utterly shocked.

You know, the national university instructors don't allow them to have personal conflicts, so how could Gojo Satoru dare to!

Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan shared their bread without changing their expressions, clearly having expected this.

"You deserve a beating for your foul mouth. One more word and I'll send you to feed the fish!"

Gojo Satoru spoke arrogantly, sitting there like a devil incarnate.

He had wanted to make a move before, but if it weren't for the fact that it was their first meeting and he had to give those mentors some face, he would have slapped them across the face long ago.

"You...you..." Zujiming was so frightened by that aura that he couldn't even speak properly.

"Don't be so arrogant, the instructor strictly forbids infighting!" Guan Yu said righteously, clearly intending to stand up for them.

Gojo Satoru turned his head unhappily to look at the crowd behind him, his six eyes under the cloth strip sweeping over them.

"Besides Ai Jiangtu and Mo Fan, which of the rest of the trash has the ability to stop me?"

"It's already an honor for you to be on the same team as me. You still dare to point fingers at me? Ask yourselves if you're even worthy."

This constant use of "Laozi" (a vulgar expression) infuriated everyone. "Damn it, does he have to be so arrogant?!"

"What, you're all defiant? You want to fight me?"

Gojo Satoru's eyes flickered slightly, and his face was full of disdain as he unleashed his magic, making these scumbags suffocate.

Mu Tingying, with brown hair, snapped angrily, "Gojo Satoru, we didn't say anything, don't attack us like a group!"

"Um?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at the fuming Mu Tingying and said mockingly, "I'll just use a group attack, what can you do about it?"

Judging from their auras, among the thirteen members of the National Team, only Ai Jiangtu and Mo Fan truly possessed high-level skills; the rest could barely reach the high level at best.

Since they're all weaklings, they deserve to be mocked.

"Gojo Satoru!"

Mu Tingying howled in anger, as if she had suffered a great humiliation. She gritted her teeth and wished she could rush up and tear Gojo Satoru to pieces.

The other seven members of the main team were equally furious, but they couldn't break free from the oppressive aura.

They were all the pride of their families, and this was the first time they had experienced such humiliation, and the first time they had felt that someone could be so wicked!

Although Nanjue knew Gojo Satoru's strength, she did not expect him to be so difficult to get along with.

The three substitutes were already used to it; it was the same when the two teams from the Imperial Pearl went to Anjiewai for training.

"Alright, that's enough. We're here to train, not to fight."

As the team leader, Ai Jiangtu took on the role of peacemaker.

"Tch~"

Gojo Satoru glanced contemptuously at the group of people who were almost kneeling down, then withdrew his imposing manner, giving Ai Jiangtu some face.

The matter was simply swept under the rug, and Ai Jiangtu had no intention of pursuing it further.

The others wanted to hold someone accountable, but dared not show it, clearly preparing to report them to their mentor after the training was over.

After a brief interlude, Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan finished their meal and drinks.

"Hey, my teammates, how are we going to get to Japan?" Mo Fan asked.

"Take a boat, of course. Where there's a fishing village, there's bound to be a sizable port..." Jiang Shaoxu said.

"Jiang Shaoxu is right. There should be a major port in this area. In any case, we need to buy a map first to see exactly where we are," Nan Jue said.

"My God, we don't even have a map?" Mo Fan was on the verge of collapse.

"Of course, all our belongings have been confiscated, even our identities have been frozen, and we can't be investigated. We're really ruined!" Zhao Manyan said with a bitter face.

"Speaking of which, even if we find a ship to Japan, wouldn't we still be considered illegal immigrants?" Jiang Yu said uncertainly.

"Yes, so we'd better not get caught. If we do, our training will fail, and someone will be replaced... Usually, replacements start with the substitutes." Jiang Shaoxu looked at the three substitutes with schadenfreude.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go to the fishing village and ask around," Ai Jiangtu said.

After traversing a large area, the group finally arrived at the entrance of the fishing village.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they stepped into the village, they were given a "warm" welcome by the villagers.

Most of those who came out were men, including young people like Gojo Satoru, as well as middle-aged and elderly people.

"It's you again! Don't think we're easy to bully just because we're poor and uneducated. Let me tell you, this old man isn't someone to be trifled with!" An old man with dark skin, dressed in clothes from the Republican era, stood in the middle, holding a large oar, and looked at Gojo Satoru and the others warily.

As soon as these words were spoken, several men from the surrounding houses rushed out, carrying objects that could be used as weapons.

"Uncle, is there some misunderstanding? This is our first time here, we just want to ask you something," Ai Jiangtu said.

"Stop pretending! They build a few cement houses that look like resettlement housing, and then they let those wavering villagers try to persuade us to move there. They even say it's for our own good, but they just want this land!" the old man cursed.

The group couldn't really explain it away. They couldn't exactly say they were kicked out of a helicopter, could they? In fact, the five instructors did just that.

"We're from a hiking club. We've come all the way to Beitou along this coastline. We just wanted to ask for directions and find out where there's a large port," Nan Jue explained quickly.

"A hiking club? What's that?" the old man asked, puzzled.

"Uncle, it's a group of adventurous men and women who get together to go to remote places to play. People in the city love to do this now, saying it's exciting," said a skinny young man.

"Well... I'm sorry, you're asking about the big port, right? Walk along the reef for about 80 or 90 miles, cross the bay, and you'll see the Flying Bird Port," the old man said.

"Thank you. Let's hurry to the main port before it gets dark," Nan Jue said, expressing her gratitude to the others.

Everyone nodded and followed the old man's directions.

(End of this chapter)