In the ancient days of Glorious Radiance, most soldiers in the army only trained in two types of Combat Technique, Combat Sword and Liaoyuan. The Combat Sword Technique could adapt to most battlefield environments and made it easy to form battle formations. Combat Sword troops could even penetrate deep into jungles and mountains to wipe out entire clans.

As for the Liaoyuan Technique, it was the most devastating cold weapon technique in terms of instantaneous destructive power—bar none!

With the spearhead spinning at high speed and the explosive light coiling around the tip, a Liaoyuan Martial Artist's single thrust created a gaping hole. Let alone landing a blow to a vital spot—even if the spear struck the meatiest part of someone's ass, it could tear their whole body in two!

Although the Curse Eradicators reacted extremely quickly, they still got run through by too many spears. Their heads, chests, and abdomens were punctured with multiple large holes, their organs shredded to pieces. In just a short time, they ended up soaking in a pool of blood, the blood loss horrific. Not even the Chief Medical Officer might have been able to save them.

Normally, unless on the battlefield, it was almost impossible for Liaoyuan Martial Artists to achieve results like this. After all, no one was stupid enough to just let themselves get skewered. But the layout of the classroom corridor was simply perfect, and the Liaoyuan Martial Artists had seized the timing flawlessly.

The remaining two Curse Eradicators didn't say a word, but one of the Curse Hunters recited a few lines in a dialect no one understood, then said, "Dying earlier means getting reincarnated sooner."

No one made any reckless moves. Not even when they saw a Gunman fleeing—they didn't give chase. Who knew if there were more ambushes lying in wait.

Even though they had steeled themselves mentally, the deaths of the Curse Eradicators still hit them hard—when it came to strength, the Curse Eradicators were absolutely no pushovers; in fact, they ranked at least upper-middle among everyone.

By contrast, those Gunmen and Liaoyuan Martial Artists were nothing but chumps, not worth mentioning.

And yet it was those very chumps who, using the terrain to their advantage, had managed to ambush and kill two Curse Eradicators.

So clean, so simple, so swift.

Most importantly, under that kind of ambush, they themselves couldn't have done better than the Curse Eradicators—in fact, they probably would have died even more miserably!

"Such exquisite calculation."

The Grand Steward looked at the silent, Nightmare classroom building and said, "First, they used three extremely fragile Gunmen to attract our attention. Having already gone through a prior ambush, our mood was grim, and at the sight of these pushovers, we instantly let down our guard, stopped checking the classrooms for traps, and I sent the Curse Eradicators to finish off those Gunmen directly."

"The Liaoyuan Martial Artists lying in wait inside the classrooms were clearly set up to ambush anyone who came to kill the Gunmen. They'd understood our intentions perfectly and, with forethought outmaneuvering carelessness, step by step, we stumbled into a killing trap."

"But all these elaborate setups also exposed their true nature," the Grand Steward said, "Their individual combat power was weak. Whether Gunmen or Liaoyuan Martial Artists, at best, they were ordinary Martial Artists who had merely reached the Entry level. If there'd been even the slightest slip in coordination, they wouldn't have reaped such results—they might have been killed instead by the Curse Eradicators."

That was exactly right.

Although Chanchan Dust led the team in support, the combat strength of the Yan Commanders was just so-so. Having the average member at the Entry level was already considered a major advantage in the big cities—after all, at the Statistical Department in Star Engraving Prefecture, even an Entry-level Qian Yuliu could be a squad captain, and most team members couldn't even make the grade in Combat Technique.

But the attackers here were elite operatives drawn from the outer eight districts, each and every one with Mastery and Integration, a full level higher, and their numbers weren't small. If they met in open battle on equal terms, Le Yuxin suspected the Yan Commanders would be wiped out without taking so much as a scratch.

"Just because the strong aren't always truly strong doesn't mean the weak can ever stop being weak. If all it took was intricate planning and traps to let the weak defeat the strong, why would any of us bother to train in Combat Technique?"

"Might makes right, and right is truth. From here on, I'll lead the way myself."

The Grand Steward first chastised his own side's recklessness, then pointed out the enemy's weakness, and finally led the way himself—this pretty much boosted the morale of these desperate fighters. He glanced at the rubble in the second-floor corridor, then looked again at the third floor, saying, "We'll head up to the third floor. Even if Gunmen are waiting in ambush, all we have to deal with are their shots from across the third floor—the shooting from below hardly matters."

The Grand Steward took the Iron-Faced alongside him up to the third floor. The moment they arrived, the familiar crack of gunfire rang out.

Three more Gunmen were firing at them from the corridor.

This time the Grand Steward moved without hurry or panic. He first ordered the Curse Hunters to check the classrooms, signaling the Iron-Faced to take point. The Iron-Faced could be seen "cautiously" dismantling the classroom door, then using the doorframe in the middle of the hallway to block the gunfire, allowing everyone else to hurry up to the third floor.

Meanwhile, the Curse Hunters who entered the classrooms confirmed there were no ambushes, so they simply blasted through the walls one by one, smashing straight ahead—quickly closing in on the Gunmen's position!

With this steady advance, and aided by the fact that some attackers were Gunmen themselves, the Gunmen began retreating and firing in a hurry; but no one took the bait, until a Curse Hunter bellowed, "All classrooms are empty!"

"Watch your feet, your heads, and the third floor ahead!" the Grand Steward quickly said, "Number Two, go catch one alive!"

The light around them suddenly dimmed. The Iron-Faced next to the Grand Steward stepped forward, stomping out a radiant path of light, his massive profile flickering as he flashed a dozen yards forward in an instant—almost catching up with a Yan Commander Gunman trying to escape by leaping out the window!

And just then, every light in the classroom building blinked out!

Darkness descended!

At the same time, a barrage of gunfire erupted from the building opposite!

"Stop! Everyone, watch out for bullets—don't move around!"

The Grand Steward shouted, instantly settling the team's nervous jitters. "They're out of tricks now, all they can do is buy time with darkness. The instant we bring the light back, they'll be forced to scatter! Throw the flares!"

At that, several people snapped their flares and tossed them, the blinding glare flooding the Nightmare classroom building for a moment.

As the attackers stared across, harboring malice, what appeared before them was a collection of ghastly, dead faces.

There floated pale girls in white dresses with long hair, and small children in new clothes outside the third-floor windows, their eyes hollow, their faces corpse-white, mouths gaping as if in a scream. In the flash of the flares, their faces even glowed an eerie green, "staring" unblinkingly at the attackers.

They hovered less than a yard away from the attackers—so close that the merest breeze seemed it might bring them brushing over for a kiss.

The sound of the night wind sweeping through the woods now felt like the wailing and howling of the dead.

The flares landed on the first floor, and their light couldn't reach the heights of the third, but still cast enough of a glow for the attackers to see—the "things" in front of them were real, not some trick, and to make it worse, the bodies of the two Curse Eradicators, twisted in agonizing death, were also caught in the light.

Some tried to look away at the first-floor courtyard, only to feel as if those two corpses there were staring back as well.

The gunshots had faded. Silence fell over the building once more—all anyone could hear was their breathing and the pounding of their own hearts.

No one dared move.

No one even knew how they were supposed to react.

"Shit," Le Yuxin thought.

He forgot that no one in this world had ever seen anything like this.

Although Glorious Radiance had its share of ghost stories, they were pretty much on the level of 'a ghost under the bed'—nothing more. Plus, they'd never even been inside a haunted house, nor seen a gif where a pretty girl's face morphs into a ghost—throwing 'The Grudge'-level spooks at them was bound to make them freeze up and crash."

"So Le Yuxin randomly picked a lucky spectator nearby, and blew a cold breath behind his ear."

The next moment, a blood-curdling scream split the night sky!

"Ghost!"

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