Invincible through Touching Corpses

Chapter 441: Chapter 439: The Benefits of Having Backing

RAT-A-TAT-TAT-TAT!

The dense sound of gunfire suddenly erupted at the campus entrance.

Lin Xinghai’s actions were so completely unexpected and sudden that most people didn’t have time to react.

By the time they processed what had happened, they saw the ten second-year students groaning on the ground. Each had been shot at least four or five times, and blood was steadily pouring from their wounds.

Armor-Piercing Bullets were no joke. They could easily wound Mutated Zombies like Spitters and Hunters, let alone these Blood and Qi Realm Martial Artists.

Lin Xinghai had only used three Armor-Piercing Bullets to shatter their Energy Barrier. The Blood Qi Power the students had condensed around their bodies could, at best, only withstand the impact of a single Armor-Piercing Bullet before being exhausted.

After that, they were left to endure the shots with their physical bodies alone, which, of course, they couldn’t.

The second-year students instantly fell into chaos. Some rushed forward to check on the injured, others immediately called for the medical team, and still others glared furiously at Lin Xinghai and his group.

However, Lin Xinghai had already calmly reloaded his magazine, his muzzle casually pointed in their direction, making them swallow their anger and not dare to speak.

The freshmen, for their part, were completely dumbfounded.

Although many of them had heard of Lin Xinghai’s "glorious deeds," none had expected him to be so ruthless, daring to act so recklessly right on the grounds of East Sea Academy.

The scene was utterly chaotic, but fortunately, the pandemonium didn’t last long.

While it was expected that second-year students would try to knock the freshmen down a peg, the academy administration had also assigned instructors to supervise and prevent any serious incidents.

Thus, when gunshots rang out and caused a commotion, a powerful aura surged in the distance and rapidly approached.

In the blink of an eye, the source of that aura arrived—a middle-aged man in an instructor’s uniform now stood in the middle of the crowd.

His face was livid as he glanced at the students on the ground. Upon seeing that none of them were in life-threatening danger, he couldn’t help but let out a quiet sigh of relief, and the color returned to his face somewhat.

Then, his gaze locked onto Lin Xinghai, and he demanded angrily, "Who told you that you could use firearms in a spar with fellow students?"

The instructor who had arrived was named Jian Hua, and he was the one responsible for maintaining order at the entrance during the new student registration.

If a student had died under his watch on the very first day of school, it would have been a major dereliction of duty. How could he not be furious?

He was already starting to consider what kind of punishment he should mete out to Lin Xinghai.

What surprised him, however, was that the student facing his interrogation showed not the slightest hint of nervousness.

The young man unhurriedly put away his Tearing Rifle before speaking seriously, "Greetings, Instructor. In fact, on my way here, I already asked my personal mentor, Zuo Wenya, about whether firearms are permitted."

"And Instructor Zuo clearly stated that as long as the academy doesn’t explicitly forbid it, it’s allowed. One just has to be careful not to endanger the lives of fellow students." Lin Xinghai immediately played the Zuo Wenya card.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the angry look on Jian Hua’s face vanished.

Zuo Wenya was the youngest Divine Demon Realm expert in the academy and was even qualified to sit on the school’s board. His status was several tiers higher than Jian Hua’s.

If Lin Xinghai was truly Zuo Wenya’s personal student, then he really wouldn’t dare to use his own authority as an instructor to pressure him.

"Did Instructor Zuo really say that?" Jian Hua asked in a low voice. Honestly, he found it hard to believe that Zuo Wenya would dare to make such a statement.

After all, sparring with firearms could easily lead to death. If a student were to fall in such a match, the responsibility would be extremely troublesome to bear, even for a Divine Demon Realm expert like Zuo Wenya.

Lin Xinghai didn’t waste any words. He simply activated his Communication Wristwatch and pulled up his communication log with Zuo Wenya.

Jian Hua stepped forward to look, then opened his own Communication Wristwatch, pulled up Zuo Wenya’s contact information, and placed the call himself.

Jian Hua stepped aside, spoke a few words in a low voice, and quickly returned.

By this time, the medical team had arrived and was loading the injured students onto stretchers.

The surrounding second-year students all stared at him with expectant eyes, as if awaiting his verdict.

"In this matter, Student Lin Xinghai did not explicitly violate any academy regulations," Jian Hua announced his conclusion.

Seeing the indignant expressions that instantly appeared on the faces of the second-year students, he added, "If you have any objections, you can file a direct appeal with the academy."

"Furthermore, in any subsequent spars, you are also permitted to use firearms. Of course, if you accidentally kill another student, you know the consequences: immediate expulsion and five years of mandatory service in the Abyssal Guard."

With that, he left, leaving behind a crowd of students who could only stare at each other in dismay.

Lin Xinghai had anticipated this outcome. ’So this is the benefit of having powerful backing!’

"Alright, seniors, can you let us register now? Or, if you’re not convinced, we can compete with our Gun Technique," Lin Xinghai said.

At that, even though many of the second-year students were grinding their teeth in frustration, not a single one dared to take him up on his offer.

Fighting with firearms was simply too dangerous, both for themselves and for their opponents.

Although with current medical technology, one could be saved from almost anything short of instant death—even for injuries like damaged internal organs, one could just spend a bit more money on organ regeneration surgery.

However, if a bullet hit a vital spot like the head or the heart, there wouldn’t even be a chance for a rescue.

Everyone knew to avoid vital spots when shooting, but the problem was that your opponent wasn’t a stationary target; they would dodge and move.

Under such circumstances, it was incredibly difficult to injure an opponent while avoiding their vital areas. If they made a single mistake, their futures would be ruined.

Besides, even if they could guarantee they wouldn’t slip up, what about their opponent? ’What if he just sprays wildly and ends up killing us?’

And to take such a huge risk, even if they managed to defeat Lin Xinghai’s group, each of them would only receive one or two months’ worth of Cultivation Resources on average.

The risk and reward were completely out of proportion. Naturally, no one was willing to take that chance.

In the end, the second-year students could only grit their teeth and register Lin Xinghai and his group before letting them leave.

However, news of what happened at the campus entrance spread like wildfire, flying through the campus network via the students’ Communication Wristwatches.

As for Lin Xinghai, he swaggered off toward the academic affairs building with Little Fatty and the other Special Class Students in tow.

Following behind Lin Xinghai, Yan Feijie and the others felt a complex wave of emotions.

When they were his enemies, he had been an incredible headache. But now, as his teammates, the feeling could be described in a single word: ’Awesome!’