Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 77 The Raven's Ambush

As usual, the school leaders said a few words.

Aside from some routine encouragement, this time they specifically mentioned the Deadpool organization and the recent theft in Green Island City.

Most students didn't feel anything special, perhaps because they thought these things were too far removed from their own lives.

However, Zhang Qingzhe, as a participant in the incident, felt quite unsettled.

He suddenly thought of a possibility:

This emergency joint "dream simulation" meeting may also be a form of foresight by Green Island University.

Perhaps in the near future, [Combat Card Masters] will be selected from universities to serve as a vital force in the fight against the [Deadpool Organization].

After the school leaders finished speaking, the students entered the simulation area one after another.

Zhang Qingzhe didn't do much selection. He randomly picked a dream simulation chair and lay down on it, his posture as relaxed as if he were sunbathing on the beach.

A stranger standing nearby, with unusually thick eyebrows, glanced at Zhang Qingzhe with disdain.

"Hey, are you from the School of Energy?" he asked rudely.

"Hmm," Zhang Qingzhe replied casually.

"Then I hope you leave here," the other person said coldly.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you could sit anywhere?" Zhang Qingzhe asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Don't you know? When we enter the [Dream Simulation], the two players who sit close to each other will have adjacent initial coordinates."

"Oh, so what?"

"I hope that the person sitting next to me is a master like Zhou Keming or Zheng Hangfei." The student with thick eyebrows spoke in a very aggressive tone, and his eyes were filled with undisguised contempt when he looked at Zhang Qingzhe.

Why?

"Because only by sparring with masters can I prove my own strength."

He sized up Zhang Qingzhe's overly handsome face, a hint of disdain for the pretty boy flashing in his eyes. "Someone like you... even if you win, you won't feel any sense of accomplishment."

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to make do with me for now." Zhang Qingzhe didn't seem to care about the competition.

However, seeing how arrogant the other party was, he decided to give them a little "surprise".

Zhang Qingzhe placed his hands and feet on the simulation chair, and the four restraint buckles automatically closed, allowing the holographic helmet to slowly descend.

"Fine! Fine! Then I'll teach you a lesson, you'll regret it..." Thick Eyebrows also lay down.

Unbeknownst to Zhang Qingzhe, Zhou Keming and Zheng Hangfei also walked over.

The two exchanged a glance and then sat down one after the other next to Zhang Qingzhe.

Just now, Kang Ping called the two of them together and secretly assigned them a task: to work together to defeat Zhang Qingzhe in the [Dream Simulation].

Although Zhou Keming and Zheng Hangfei were at odds with each other, they did share a common interest in dealing with Zhang Qingzhe.

So the two made a deal: they would defeat Zhang Qingzhe first, and then settle the score.

Seeing that the two had taken good seats, Kang Ping smiled smugly, his gaze secretly glancing at Xia Qiwei beside him.

He didn't have much personal grudge against Zhang Qingzhe, but if he wanted to get Xia Qiwei...

He had to improve his own performance and suppress Xia Qiwei's performance, eventually turning her into his subordinate.

Zhang Qingzhe was naturally completely unaware of these intricate details.

He lay calmly on the dream simulation chair when he suddenly felt a slight electric current pass through him.

My mind immediately sank into darkness, followed by a strong feeling of weightlessness, as if my body was falling rapidly—

The next second, the physical sensation suddenly stopped, and my vision brightened instantly.

Zhang Qingzhe looked around and found himself slumped on a bench.

He slowly raised his eyes and saw that it was an old bus stop.

The world was swallowed up by a monotonous and rough yellow.

The distant sand dunes undulate and stretch all the way to the horizon, as if the earth has lost all its color.

A gray-black highway cuts straight through this solidified, scorched yellow landscape, stubbornly piercing towards the horizon before finally blurring into the sweltering heat.

A clump of tumbleweeds, pushed by the dry wind, rolled slowly across the road, making a soft rustling sound in the silence.

Everything before my eyes looked like a scene from an old movie—

A line of light blue text flashed quickly past his eyes:

You have been randomly assigned to the "Desert Highway" scene.

A crisis lurks around you.

You can choose your starting equipment:

[A: Two blank cards, one card-making pen.]

【B: Two random low-tier cards.】

[Note: Equipment will be dropped upon death. You can also loot equipment from your opponents.]

After a moment's thought, Zhang Qingzhe decisively chose option A.

Although on-site card production is somewhat troublesome in this environment.

But given Zhang Qingzhe's methods, there shouldn't be any problem.

A stream of green numbers slid through the air in front of Zhang Qingzhe.

Immediately, two blank cards and a card-making pen fell out.

Zhang Qingzhe leaned back on the bench and quickly drew a [Wasp Card].

After thinking for a moment, he drew another [fireball card].

Although he wasn't skilled in the [Energy Shaping School], the power of linking the two together to create [Exploding Wasp] was truly remarkable.

Just then, Zhang Qingzhe heard a hoarse bird call.

He looked up at the sky and saw a crow circling overhead.

Having previously created "Bird Divination Cards," he immediately noticed that this crow looked somewhat unnatural—it was clearly a counterfeit made from some kind of card.

The raven's eyes gleamed with a dark red light as it tried to pinpoint his location.

Hundreds of meters away from Zhang Qingzhe, a giant cactus stood proudly in the wilderness, braving the wind and sand.

Hidden in the rough shadow of the cactus was a boy with thick eyebrows.

He kept one eye closed, while the other eyeball darted around.

Clutching a [Crow Card] tightly in his hand, he connects the crows in the sky with his own vision.

At this moment, with the help of his aerial perspective, he had firmly locked onto Zhang Qingzhe's every move.

He then drew out a [Fireball] card and slowly poured magic essence into it.

The Fireball spell is probably the earliest magic ever created in the world, even predating the card itself.

It is something that all card masters of all schools must master, and all card masters of all schools will practice it as a basic skill.

The boy with thick eyebrows shot a fireball into the sky.

But the fireball, like a cruise missile, traced a precise arc in mid-air and sped toward the coordinates "locked" by the crow.

This is actually a simple chain technique:

Use crows as fire control radar and fireballs for long-range attacks.

Zhang Qingzhe had no other choice but to dodge to the side.

The fireball exploded behind him, shattering the bench to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, more fireballs rose into the air.

One after another, they rained down on his landing spot, like a dense carpet bombing.