Watching Li Ming's tortured screams, the audience and guests were stunned. Li Miao snapped first, turning to Ye Chen: "Vice Dean Ye, stop this now! It'll turn into explicit content!"

Ye Chen simply watched the scene calmly. "Good. Students should learn war's dark side early. They're doing well."

"But a death would ruin the academy's reputation!" Li Miao cried anxiously.

"Don't worry. If his life's in danger, I'll save him," Ye Chen replied, his tiger-like gaze fixed on the magic screen. No one knew his thoughts.

"Yeer, awesome! So cool! Crush that scum Li Ming!" Ling Ling exclaimed excitedly.

"Isn't he Lin Ye, not Li Tianming?" Mu Qi questioned.

"Yes! He's my Yeer. Even if I died, I'd never mistake him—that handsome smile, those bright eyes!" Ling Ling declared proudly.

"Impossible! Unless he knows ninja disguise arts!" Mu Qi gasped.

"Exactly! Yeer learned it from his Japanese friends," Ling Ling said.

"Hmm? Really?" Mu Qi murmured. Honestly, ninja arts had died out in Japan long ago. How could they appear here? If real, it'd cause a sensation, putting Lin Ye in an awkward spot.

"Enough! Stop fighting, Li Ming. Talk now!" Li Tianming ordered. Indeed, this "Li Tianming" was Lin Ye—part of the real Li Tianming's scheme.

"I won't leak any D Class intel!" Li Ming spat, battered and bruised.

"No need. Your boss hides as a soldier in the rear. You split into battalions, each with scouts like you. Right?" Li Tianming pressed.

"Ah! How did you—" Li Ming clamped a hand over his mouth, realizing his slip.

"Just as I thought. Thanks, D Class scout. Your use is over. Goodbye!" Li Tianming sneered, ripping off Li Ming's green insignia. A white-uniformed figure appeared, dragging Li Ming away.

F Class students shivered, seeing Lin Ye's terrifying side.

To Lin Ye, enemies deserved crushing by any means. But to loved ones, he stayed gentle, granting every wish—he'd never return to that lonely childhood. That's why he tolerated his sister and F Class. Yet everyone has limits. D Class was his perfect outlet.

"Xiao Ze, go to frontline two. Tell Nan Ling what happened. Have her order the real Li Tianming to halt the assassination. We need a new plan to catch Yang Honggang!" Li Tianming commanded.

"Yes!" Xiao Ze replied, sprinting off.

"Comrades, an enemy battalion may come. Prepare. If overwhelmed, retreat through our new tunnel. Understood?"

"Yes!" F Class students roared.

Far off, F Class's second squad—the girls' unit—hid behind a boulder. Nan Ling ordered: "Xiao Hong, spot enemies? Throw smoke bombs instantly." To her left: "Xiao Ji, hit them with sound magic!"

"Then let's wipe them out!" Nan Ling shouted to her troops.

A D Class wind mage flew near, eyeing the boulder warily. "Come out! No hiding—a spot this perfect must be trapped!"

Lightning struck him mid-boast. He crashed down. Xiao Ze stood behind him.

"Xiao Ze? Weren't you with squad one?" Nan Ling asked.

"The boss sent me to report!" Xiao Ze panted.

Seconds later, Nan Ling nodded. "Got it. No need to raid their base now. I'll tell Li Tianming. Go back, Xiao Ze. Tell little Yeye he's amazing! I adore him!"

F Class girls and Xiao Ze blushed, turning away from the lovey-dovey moment. In the guest seats, Ling Ling shrieked about killing that vixen—Mu Qi held her back.

"Sisters," Nan Ling rallied, "a big fight's coming. We win! Show them F Class girls are strong!"

"Yes!" they chorused, brimming with confidence.