Poisonous Scorpion Ridge.

Two hours had passed since the start of the month-end exam

There was a secluded swamp in the dangerous jungle. A layer of gray miasma hung over the swamp while thick fog filled the air. Anyone who entered would have their vision greatly restricted, making it more difficult to detect danger.

Swoosh!

A wild-cat-like figure suddenly leaped over from the distance and landed noiselessly in one crisp movement like a specter.

It was a young man with a long and narrow face who gave off a brave and determined aura. As he tightly gripped a spear, he cautiously advanced with his body slightly bent over. Each step he took was silent and his eyes were filled with vigilance. 

The young man was called Fang Song and was one of the 39th Campground’s elite students.

Despite ascertaining that there was no danger around him, Fang Song did not relax in the slightest. He carefully arrived in front of the swamp as his gaze flickered in thought.

The environment here is perfect. If I hide in the swamp, I’ll be able to catch any passerby off guard.

Fang Song considered his options as he tightly gripped his spear and walked into the s...