System: The Cultivation Expert In The Campus

Mister was breathing heavily, but blood kept coming out of his throat. None of the merchants knew what had happened, Mister's abnormal reaction... It made them point their anger at the surrounding natives. This was almost an instinctive reaction. Why? Because this was the territory of the natives, Mister suddenly became like this. Without a doubt, they were the biggest suspects!    

    

However, although these merchants had guessed correctly, they had long since lost their chance. When they pointed their guns at the natives in front of them and shouted at the top of their lungs, the tribe leader of the native tribe standing not far away slowly spoke. " None of the greedy people who tried to take everything away... To be able to leave this place alive, to leave this ancient tribe... None of you can either."    

    

"Today, you will stay here with your leader, Mister. Eternal rest in a place where greed is born in your hearts... All of you will receive the punishment of our race's God! Within your bodies, there is already a large amount of poison that can devour your bodily functions. These poisons will send all of you to hell!"    

    

"It's wine! This wine is poisonous!" Someone shouted first. These words immediately caused a trace of fear and fear to rise in the hearts of all the merchants. Just as they were about to react, some of them even wanted to pull the trigger to resist. Two merchants spat out blood without any warning and coughed violently! At this moment, all the merchants finally realized that this was only the beginning! Just as the tribe leader of the native tribe said, they would all die miserably here!    

    

"F * ck, they will die anyway. It's better to drag a few of them down with us! These natives are so vicious and vicious! We can't let them off easily! Kill them all! Kill them all!" It was unknown who shouted first, but soon, some merchants shot the natives who were close by. Then, these merchants who were only doing business suddenly became executioners. They began to shoot brutally!    

    

Instantly, gunshots, screams, coughs and the painful sound of falling to the ground appeared one after another. The merchants instinctively started a crazy massacre in order to survive! Bullets shot out from their guns, and wave after wave of indigenous people standing nearby were shot and fell to the ground. Fresh blood flowed!    

    

As the tribe leader of the indigenous tribes, he was the one who caused all of these merchants to be poisoned. He had undoubtedly suffered the most number of bullets from hatred, but he still stood there quietly. The bullets that were shot at him were often blocked by the bodies of the aboriginals in front of him!    

    

One of them! The sound of bullets piercing into their flesh made the chief close his eyes. Tears of sadness flowed down his face. However, he had no choice. He wanted all of these merchants to stay. All of them had to die here. He had to make sacrifices!    

    

Seeing one clansman after another fall in front of him, this feeling... It's something normal people can't understand. Just like that, both sides were in a deadlock, consuming their energy. Some of the native warriors were also fighting with red eyes. They took five or six bullets with all their might, but they still cut the blades in their hands into the ribs of the merchants beside them. In the abdomen and on the neck!    

    

This was an extremely bloody battle. Both sides knew that they were dead. The bullets of the merchants became the sickles of death that swallowed the natives, and the sabers in the natives' hands became their only means of counterattacking. Fortunately, more and more merchants began to suffocate after being poisoned and vomiting blood. This gave them a chance to take advantage of the situation. Taking advantage of some of the merchants opening up a gap, they rushed in and swung their sabers at the important parts of the merchants' bodies!    

    

Life was slipping away at this moment. Both parties were alternating between life and death. However, the scale of victory gradually began to tilt towards the natives. After all, these foreign merchants had all drunk poison wine but had never used the antidote, so they were doomed in the first place. The merchants were either chopped into meat paste by the local warriors or suffocated by the poison inside their bodies. They were only resisting instinctively. They did the most meaningless resistance, and finally, they resisted crazily.    

    

In front of the chief of the barbarian tribe, warriors who had blocked the bullets for him fell into pools of blood one after another. The number of people on this side was getting smaller and smaller, and soon, there were only a few left. The bullets were cold and ruthless. They would only take away people's lives. But they never cared about how many people were left in front of them. Bullets flew into the bodies of the natives one after another, destroying their internal organs. They let them get close to Death from afar...    

    

In the end, the people in front of the chief had all died, and the ones who were still persisting... Only five or six merchants were left. These merchants' eyes were red, and some even vomited blood as they struggled to breathe. However, they still pulled the triggers in their hands, causing the pistols to shoot bullets at the native leader!    

    

Facing the bullets that were shot at him, the chief thought that his fate had truly come to an end. But at this moment, a black shadow once again blocked in front of him. The bullets ruthlessly shot into his heart! When the patriarch saw this person's face clearly in shock, he was immediately filled with grief! This person was not someone else. And it was Sanbak, the strongest warrior of the native tribes. He was also the most loyal guard of the patriarch! And this time, his broadsword had not been able to save his life. The bullet entered his heart and instantly took his life!    

    

Sanbak fell heavily to the ground, but what followed was even more bullets! Before the patriarch could even let out a sorrowful roar, the bullets had already arrived! Just as he decided to use his own life to understand all of this, in front of him was another graceful figure!    

    

The bullets shot into this beautiful figure one after another, causing the chief to feel extremely pained when he saw the bloodstains on her body... This woman was precisely the Ah Sandoma that was guarding the chief's side. She was directly turned into a sieve by the whistling bullets. After giving the final trace of a smile of relief towards the chief, she also fell on the corpse of Sambak, which had gradually turned cold!    

    

This was a decision that was destined to cause both sides to suffer heavy losses from the very beginning! The patriarch was actually clearer than anyone else that these merchants were demons. However, in order to keep these demons alive, their tribe would have to pay a huge price! If, if, just if, if he had an extremely effective bottle of poison and not only this slow-acting poison, perhaps today they wouldn't have suffered such heavy casualties. But this world was so cruel, there was no 'if', and no chance to start over again!    

    

Looking at the familiar figures in front of them who fell to the ground and did not get up, the tribe leader, who had finally collapsed, pounced on those merchants like a madman! He took big steps forward and roared loudly, "Come on, hit me! Shoot me! Kill me! Kill me!"    

    

However, his request did not get a response. It was not that these merchants had suddenly become merciful, but at this moment. They no longer had the ability to shoot the bullets out of the guns in their hands...    

    

The last few people began to cough, and as they spat out blood, they collapsed to the ground. They allowed the native warriors who were charging at them to raise their swords high and cut them into pieces!    

    

In the middle of these merchants, they were about to suffocate. Their eyes were rolling so hard that they looked like they were about to collapse. Mister and the two merchants who were supporting him stood beside him. The two of them almost simultaneously had symptoms of vomiting blood. They were so powerless that they finally fell to the ground together with Mister. While panting heavily, they tried to aim the gun in their hands, which was out of control, at the natives who were lunging at them. Perhaps, they wanted to drag a few more of them down with them to hell...    

    

Mister fell to the ground. The holy item of the native tribe that was tightly held in his hand finally broke away from his hands due to the collision. He fell to the ground, rolled along the ground, and finally stopped a few meters away. And here stood a pair of feet wearing sports shoes. The owner of this pair of feet was precisely the person who avoided the rain of bullets and leaned against the chair to protect himself in this bloody and brutal scene. He was the most clear-headed and rational person in this bloody and violent scene. Fann Binn.    

    

Fann Binn was still thinking about how he should see what the holy object in this stone box was. This holy object had appeared in front of him for no apparent reason! There were a few merchants who were struggling to survive nearby. They used all their strength to shoot a few more times before they died. After shooting a few natives who were rushing over with bullets, finally, all of them died from suffocation after their lungs were completely destroyed by the poison in their bodies.    

    

Taking advantage of this gap, Fann Binn used his slightly excited hands to tightly grab the two sides of the stone statue box. Clearly, this stone sculpture box was much sturdier than he had imagined. It turned out that it was only carved out of stone. It seemed to be very cumbersome. But in reality, when he took it in his hand, he realized that this stone carving box was very light. Obviously, it was not carved from stone. This material was light and firm. It was more like... ivory?    

    

When Fann Binn thought of this, he felt that it was too unbelievable. How could there be ivory on this island? This was obviously unrealistic, but Fann Binn could see it clearly. After looking at it closely, it was obvious that this box was made of some kind of bone carving. Other than ivory, he really did not think that there were any animal bones in the world that were so big.    

    

However, Fann Binn's curiosity about the bone box did not attract him the most. What truly attracted him was the thing inside the bone box. The holy object that the native tribe wanted to defend with their lives! He held his breath and took advantage of the last chance that the few merchants who had died fought for. He slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to open the already unlocked bone box!    

    

His hand grabbed the lid of the bone box and slightly moved. The lid of the bone box began to loosen. However, at this moment, a ray of blue light... Oh, no. It was a ray of blue light that instantly shot out from the gap after the bone box loosened. It directly hit Fann Binn's face! This blue light clearly did not stop walking. Other than the light shining on Fann Binn's face, the other lights began to spread in all directions. Almost at the same time, the entire tribe was covered by this mysterious blue light!