Eternal Night.

Chapter 933 Preparation
Wu Pifu looked at the man in front of him, frowned, and looked somewhat displeased.

Not for any other reason, but because it's inedible.

Even if it's not human, as long as it has a human form, he won't eat it, because it would make him feel intensely uncomfortable from his body to his soul.

So he probably won't be able to eat anything this time...

Just as Wu Pifu was lamenting that she hadn't gotten any food, the man had already flashed to the side of the group at supersonic speed. He delivered a simple flying kick with immense force towards A5, who was walking at the back. The speed was extremely fast, and although it was detected by the exoskeleton armor's auxiliary system, before A5 could even react, the force of the kick had already rendered her unable to move. What was even more terrifying was that the kick was accompanied by an incomparably terrifying killing intent. This was a mental pressure, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood surging forth. A5 was just a soldier in peacetime, and a woman at that. Under this pressure, even her will began to fall into chaos.

But just as this kick was about to kill A5 and even the other support soldiers, the man in mid-air suddenly froze, then flashed back at ten times the speed, landing at the farthest point of the open space, almost with his back pressed against the mist. He was covered in sweat, his face filled with fear, and he stared wide-eyed at Wu Pifu.

"...Who are you? No, what are you?!"

The man roared madly, then kept adjusting the detection device on his face to look at Wu Pifu, but no matter how he looked at him, his combat strength was only five.

"This thing is broken... I knew it! All the Erabi aliens are swindlers!" the man roared madly, but the instrument display remained unchanged. This combat power of five was like a slap in the face.

Just as he was about to slaughter this newly joined team, the mortal with a combat power of level five glanced at him, and an indescribable sense of oppression came over him.

He couldn't describe it.

Of all the strongest beings he had ever faced, even the Saiyan King could not generate such terrifying pressure—no, not even a fraction of it. Just now, he felt as if a planet was pressing down on him, and he was an ant beneath that planet.

“…I remember now, Saiyans from Dragon Ball? Is that a power level detector on your face?” Wu Pifu clapped his hands, finally managing to retrieve his memories of Saiyans from his mind. However, the memories were incomplete, only fragments, so he asked curiously.

The Saiyan's face twitched, but as a warrior race, respecting the strong, or rather, respecting power, was instinctive for him, so he immediately and honestly replied, "Yes, it's a power level detector."

Wu Pifu asked curiously, "What is your combat strength?"

The Saiyan's face twitched even more, but he still honestly said, "One thousand one hundred and six..."

"One thousand one hundred and six... Oh, you're a junior soldier?"

As Wu Pifu spoke, he searched for his remaining memories of Saiyans. It seemed that Saiyans could evolve into golden, glowing warriors called Super Saiyans. There were also Saiyans 2, 3, 4, 5, 6... uh, he forgot if there were that many numbers. However, in his memory, before becoming a Super Saiyan, low-level Saiyan warriors only had a combat power of one or two thousand, then mid-level warriors had a combat power of four or five thousand or something, and high-level warriors had a combat power of over ten thousand.

The Saiyan's face flushed red, his expression one of immense humiliation, as if he wanted nothing more than to explode with Wu Pifu's power. But after maintaining this posture for a moment, he actually lowered his head and honestly said, "Yes, I have low-level warrior blood..."

Wu Pifu didn't feel humiliated, because in his memory, the protagonist of the Dragon Ball story seemed to be a low-level warrior, but in the end he became a Super Saiyan. This was an extraordinary path, or a path that was mixed with bloodline, a path that was limited by bloodline, and it was also possible to evolve through hard work.

Moreover, judging from the Saiyan's emotions that he sensed, he was a great villain who would do anything to become stronger, including murder and arson. However, he was not inhuman because he would not kill indiscriminately out of boredom or for amusement. He would only kill indiscriminately for wealth, resources, or to complete a mission. Oh, except when facing a powerful enemy.

He could be considered a major villain, but not inhuman.

Wu Pifu thought for a moment, then said to the Saiyan, "Now, measure my fighting power."

"five……"

Before the Saiyan could finish speaking, and without Wu Pifu making any move, the combat power number on his detector began to skyrocket, from five to a hundred, to a thousand... In just one second, Wu Pifu's combat power soared to over three thousand seven hundred, a number that made the Saiyan's pupils tremble.

This doesn't mean Wu Pifu is three times stronger than him. The calculation of combat power numbers here is quite complicated, but generally speaking, when the number is below 1,000, the strength doubles for every 100 increase, and when it is above 1,000 but below 10,000, the strength doubles again for every 300 to 500 increase.

Wu Pifu is dozens of times stronger than him!
He has reached the level of a mid-level Saiyan warrior.

The Saiyan lowered his head in frustration: "You are very strong. I will join your team. You will be my temporary leader."

As they spoke, the surrounding mist surged, and Wu Pifu and his men once again felt a physical and mental comfort. The transmitted resources were enhancing their strength once more, while the Saiyan remained motionless, clearly not enjoying this boost in power.

"Is that even possible?" The crowd seemed to be deep in thought. It seemed that in this arena, it wasn't necessarily a matter of life and death. Surrendering and joining could also get you through a battle, but such surrendering would mean missing out on the power boost after victory. Moreover, it also depended on whether the other party was willing to communicate and accept you. After all, from the current perspective, killing could lead to a greater boost.

Wu Pifu waved his hand and said, "You can join. Let's continue testing."

The Saiyan was stunned, not understanding what was going on, and then he saw Wu Pifu exhale and his body begin to swell slightly.

The three thousand-plus combat power he displayed just now was merely the full combat power he unleashed with his physical body. Now, however, it is the surge of qi and blood from the national martial arts system.

His combat power jumped again, soaring to over five thousand. Then Wu Pifu exhaled, and a faint mist appeared on the surface of his skin.

This is the blood essence of the Human Immortal Martial Arts System!
Immediately, the combat power began to rise rapidly again, to six thousand, seven thousand, eight thousand... until it stopped at eleven thousand.

This is still because Wu Pifu currently has very low control over his physical body, and this physical body is not his own body, which has been tempered and refined. It is just a normal physical body that is not much different from that of an ordinary person. Otherwise, just by combining Chinese martial arts and the martial arts of the immortals, his combat power would not be so low.

The Saiyan was completely speechless, his eyes wide open, almost performing a dramatic facial expression.

But the numbers didn't stop. Wu Pifu subconsciously used his immortal martial arts inner strength, and the numbers jumped suddenly: ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand...

Snapped!
Okay, here comes the classic scene: when the battle power number jumps to 30,000, the battle power detector on the Saiyan's face explodes, leaving the Saiyan standing there dumbfounded and incredulous with a face full of exaggerated expressions.

Wu Pifu already knew that combat power detectors had an upper limit, and it seemed that the better the detector, the higher the upper limit. He asked, "What will my final combat power be?"

The Saiyan lowered his head and said respectfully, "Thirty thousand... My detector can only display up to thirty thousand. This is already a very powerful detector."

Wu Pifu remained noncommittal, but he still felt it was a pity. This detector was indeed very useful, far more accurate than the strength stratification of the dream world. Of course, the detector could not detect those extraordinary individuals who could conceal their strength, and it was estimated that they would explode immediately upon seeing the sublimated body, let alone the source, which was not even in the same dimension.

"Do you have any food with you?" Wu Pifu asked the Saiyan, looking at the misty passage that appeared in the distance of the open space.

The Saiyan paused for a moment, then quickly pulled out a box of pill-like objects from his robes, saying, "This is the food I brought. One pill can sustain me for five days of combat. You..."

As he spoke, Wu Pifu waved his hand, and the box of pills was in his hand. He poured out one pill and put it in his mouth. A moment later, his eyes lit up, and he poured all the pills into his mouth. This scene made the Saiyan's face continue to twitch.

Regardless, the Saiyan at least survived. This time, Wu Pifu didn't linger too long and immediately headed to the next area. The Saiyan immediately snorted and looked at the others with disdain. A wave of pressure erupted, and the others retreated with pale faces. Then, he followed Wu Pifu with a nonchalant attitude. Qing followed closely behind, then the people from the Forgotten Realms, and finally the five logistics personnel with unpleasant expressions.

"Captain... this..."

A5 muttered to itself.

A1 shook her head slightly, but her eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

They are the government's violent apparatus, and the largest one at that, representing the most orthodox and authoritative authority. They were understandably frustrated by this, but as elite soldiers, they knew that the mission took precedence. So they didn't say much and simply followed at the back of the column.

Wu Pifu felt his physical body the whole way.

The hundreds of lives the Saiyans had just killed had increased his control over his body to thirteen percent. Moreover, his body, under his control, had consumed dragon meat and the Saiyans' compressed food, and was now fully engaged in digestion and marrow cleansing. In at most an hour, his body would be able to advance to at least the first evolutionary body at the Dan Jin stage. Most importantly, the large number of deaths in this strange place was rapidly increasing his control and anchoring.

(We must find a way to retain this level of control; we'll need to regain physical control in a critical moment... Magic? Or something else?)
As Wu Pifu walked and pondered, the space suddenly opened up again, and this time the open area was enormous, even larger than the strange arena that had been seen from the outside. It was a battlefield.

The very center of the battlefield is...

"grass!"

Wu Pifu cursed, "Ultraman and Godzilla!?"

(End of this chapter)