Era of Magic and Martial Arts

The female doctor stood at the entrance of the tent, looking up at the intense battle on the stage. Suddenly, a red exclamation mark popped up on her medical goggles.

"The target’s blood flow rate is surging, emotional fluctuations are intense, and all physiological indicators are skyrocketing. What triggered her?"

There was a hint of confusion in the female doctor’s eyes, but before she could think carefully, an assistant rushed out of the tent, beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

The assistant leaned into the female doctor’s ear, his voice low but unable to mask the terror in it:

"The data feedback from the chip inside the test subject is strange, all the subjects are in an extremely irritable state, almost going berserk, but the mentor hasn’t given the attack command yet."

The female doctor’s face changed drastically, her eyes instinctively swept towards the direction of the podium.

She knew the mentor too well.

The mentor was an absolute perfectionist, his plans were always like precision instruments in a laboratory—every gear’s engagement, every wire connection had to be absolutely precise.

His pursuit of accuracy was almost obsessive, any tiny deviation, even just an inconspicuous decimal point, would trigger his sensitive nerves, causing his extreme disgust and even rage.

According to the mentor’s catchphrase—science is precise truth, any deviation is heretical desecration, deserving of punishment.

So she had seen it not just once; several senior sisters of her time were severely reprimanded by the mentor due to extremely minor errors.

Some of them were immersed in formalin water and climbed onto the mentor’s bed;

The others were upgraded and transformed into experimental material, continuing to contribute to the mentor’s "scientific career."

Currently, among the experimental subjects with abnormally chaotic data indicators, some were her former senior sisters.

Beads of sweat fell from the female doctor’s forehead like a broken string, rolling down her cheeks, soaking the collar.

Her lips trembled slightly, her throat seemed to be blocked by something:

"What was the original scheduled activation time?"

The assistant clearly knew the seriousness of the situation, his voice dry and raspy as if it had been sandpapered:

"1 hour and 17 minutes later, which is when the mentor predicted the final match, at that time all the cameras and attention would focus on the final stage, that would be the moment for the ’senior sisters’ to appear."

Upon hearing this answer, the female doctor’s face turned pale, her mind almost blank.

A deviation of one second could be brainwashed with formalin water, 1 hour and 17 minutes???

Her vision dimmed, suddenly, she crazily pushed through the crowd, desperately sprinting towards the female dormitory building.

She had only one thought in her mind, which was to quickly calm the senior sisters down, to hold them off for just a bit longer until the scheduled time, there might still be a sliver of hope.

She fantasized that her years of working with the senior sisters had forged a deep bond, as long as she spoke to appease them, they might be willing to rescue themselves.

Wearing specially designed medical protective clothing, she moved extremely fast, her strength was equally great, the crowded masses seemed merely an illusion in her path, easily swayed aside by her.

Zhou Hu was unexpectedly shoved from the side, causing his shoulder to bump into Red Dragonfly’s embrace.

His anger flared instantly, turning his head to curse under his breath.

Then, when he turned back, his eyes fell on Red Dragonfly, covering her chest, and an involuntary polite smile crept onto his face.

That smile bore both a trace of the earlier collision’s awkwardness and a hint of peculiar emotion stirred by this unexpected close contact.

Red Dragonfly slightly raised her head, her red lips pouted slightly, she gave Zhou Hu an angry glare, a blush of seductive allure underlined her angry expression.

The female doctor ran all the way to the entrance of the female dormitory.

Due to the Martial Arts Joint Examination, all school premises were open to the public, especially the restrooms in every building.

Just as the female doctor set one foot into the hallway, she suddenly turned her head, caught off guard by the terrifying screams from outside.

The first scream pierced her eardrums, like a wildcat having its neck stepped on, its trailing vowel streaked with blood-curdling tremors, followed immediately by the second, third, fourth screams...

The successive screams emerged like a plague outbreak, flocks of birds frightened from treetops, hastily scattering and crashing into several hovering drones.

The assistant paused, his neck stiffly turning back, head gradually lifting up.

The scene before his eyes left him breathless, reflecting a hideous humanoid creature covered in dark green scales, slimy with moss and foul water.

The creature was slightly hunched, nearly three meters tall. It suddenly leapt into the air, its giant body hurtling toward the crowd like a cannonball.

The massive foot ruthlessly stomped on the heads in the crowd, accompanied by several muffled "pongs," a few round heads bursting open like fragile watermelons.

Viscous juices splashed everywhere, like a fountain of blood spraying, coloring the previously happy atmosphere with a stark crimson.

Instantly, laughter turned into wails and screams.

The creature leaped into the air, moving with astonishing agility, scrambling and leaping like a giant four-legged lizard, it stood on the stage in an instant.

Its shadow stretched under the light, casting a humanoid silhouette on the ground.

It then scanned its surroundings, its pair of evil-filled eyes seemingly searching for something.

When it saw the camera, it excitedly grinned, revealing a terrifyingly human-like smile.

Its mouth curled up, exposing sharp teeth, its eyes narrowing into crescent moons.

Then, it slowly raised its two sinister claws, the claws like sharp blades, glinting coldly.

It slowly gestured at its brow, making a somewhat old-fashioned, classic "V" sign.

The assistant’s teeth chattered involuntarily, his voice stammering:

"It’s... it’s too late, the senior sisters... the senior sisters have already started performing!"

The female doctor felt a spinning sensation, her legs buckled weakly, and she fell sitting on the ground, eyes fixed at the gigantic light screen.

On the light screen was a senior sister, standing on the minced meat under her feet, grinning from ear to ear with sharp teeth, taking a "Yay" selfie in front of the 360-degree cameras.

The assistant, probably scared out of his wits and thinking unhingedly, surprisingly still maintained scientific spirit, glanced at his watch, then gave the female doctor a smile more twisted than the monster’s:

"As of this moment, the performance has started 1 hour, 15 minutes, and 24 seconds early."

Upon hearing this, the female doctor was dumbfounded, her facial expression froze, mouth ajar with a faint "ha—" sound, then, eyes rolling back, she promptly and decisively fainted...