High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 51 Burrowing filth
A new day begins precisely on time, guided by a regular biological clock.

Before 7 a.m., all the students in Class 3 of Grade 1 had already gathered in their dedicated martial arts room on time.

Unlike the usual morning exercise atmosphere, today, everyone's faces wore a complex expression of excitement, tension, and anticipation.

Because today is the second practical lesson of the month.

Having learned from their previous experience of fighting the Orks on Gamma-7, they understood that the term "practical training" meant much more than just virtual battles; it meant real combat with real weapons, bloodshed, and death.

Inside the martial arts room, students gathered in small groups, whispering and speculating about the challenges they were about to face.

"Which planet do you think we'll go to this time? And what kind of enemies will we encounter?"

"God knows. Last time it was the Greenskins. Those guys may not be very bright, but they are definitely fearless and tough to fight."

"The green-skinned ones are alright. What I fear most are those elusive Shadow Clan guys."

A student who had done considerable research on other races lowered his voice, a hint of apprehension on his face.

"Shadowfolk? You mean those pointy-eared creatures that move like ghosts?"

“That’s right, Shadow Clan warriors are born with the ability to disappear into the shadows, appearing and disappearing unpredictably.”

"I've heard that some behemoths are about the size of an asteroid and can swallow an entire interstellar warship in one gulp."

"The Galactus is the most terrifying; it's a true cosmic catastrophe that can even devour planets. But beings of that level shouldn't be our concern."

"Actually, I feel that the most difficult to deal with are 'traitors'."

A tall, imposing young man spoke in a deep voice. His father was a retired Star Force officer, which gave him a deep understanding of the threats facing the Empire from a young age.

"Traitors? You mean those Space Marine rebels?"

"more than."

The boy shook his head. "Any being that betrayed the Empire and humanity is a traitor. They understand our tactics and our weaknesses better than any other race. Moreover, they are often more insane and more cruel."

"And then there are those cold, lifeless 'mechanical race'."

"Etc., etc……"

Various alien races and the terrifying legends associated with them were mentioned one by one in the students' discussions.

These terms, which only appeared in textbooks such as "A Comprehensive History of the Empire" and "Advanced Foreign Languages," now carried an incredibly real and heavy pressure.

They may be about to face one of these situations.

Just as the discussion reached its climax.

On the platform in front of the martial arts room, the space distorted violently, like boiling water.

A powerful, heavy, and terrifying pressure, like a mountain collapsing, instantly enveloped the entire martial arts room!

Under this oppressive aura, all discussions abruptly ceased.

All the students felt as if a huge boulder weighing ten thousand pounds was pressing on their chests, making it difficult to breathe. Their spiritual energy seemed to be frozen, its flow sluggish.

Their faces were deathly pale, and they struggled with all their might to barely maintain their standing posture.

The next second, the figure of homeroom teacher Wu Shangfeng stepped out from that distorted space.

This time, it's no longer an ethereal holographic projection.

Rather, it was his true form that descended in person!
He was still wearing that unchanging black training uniform, his face was stern, but his sharp, knife-like eyes contained a vast, tangible fluctuation of spiritual energy.

He simply stood there quietly, radiating a chilling and oppressive aura that made people afraid to look him in the eye.

This is the aura of a true high-level martial artist.

"Quiet," Wu Shangfeng said.

His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess a magical power that instantly soothed the suffocating pressure and restored the normal rhythm to the hearts of all the students, which had almost stopped beating.

The entire martial arts room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Wu Shangfeng's gaze slowly swept over each young face below the stage, still pale and shocked.

"I will personally lead today's practical training session as well."

His voice was concise and efficient.

"Now, let's announce the details of this mission."

"Our target is a mining planet codenamed 'Purgatory-IV' located in the Koprulu Sector. Our mission is to eliminate the rebels entrenched in a strategic mine in area C-3 of that planet."

Rebels!
When Wu Shangfeng uttered those three words, the students below the stage all narrowed their eyes.

The topic we were discussing just now has turned out to be prophetic.

They are facing betrayers of humanity.

That is to say...

They were going to kill.

A chilling feeling, completely different from the one felt when facing other races, quietly rose from the hearts of many students.

Wu Shangfeng took in everyone's reactions.

He continued, “I know what you’re thinking. But you must understand that these people can no longer be called ‘human.’ They have betrayed their loyalty to the Emperor, betrayed their honor as human beings, and sold their souls to the… evil god who dwells in the depths of the warp.”

"Evil God?"

This is a term that is completely unfamiliar to the vast majority of students.

Qin Feng's brows furrowed slightly.

In his memory, neither the basic education in junior high school nor the academic classes he had taken in the past month or so at Wuhan High School had ever mentioned this concept.

"Your textbooks haven't taught you about the deepest darkness in the universe."

Wu Shangfeng said in a deep voice.

"Today I'm here to make up for this lesson."

"Beyond the powerful races of the material universe that you know, such as our human empire, the Greenskins, the Shadowfolk, the Mechs, and the Starbehemoths, there exist even more ancient and terrifying life forms. They were born in the warp and are the embodiment of the most primal and extreme emotions and desires of all intelligent life. We call them the Four Warp Gods, or the Four Evil Gods."

Following them were Tzeentch, Khorne, Nagore, and Slaanesh.

Four names, filled with ominous and malevolent connotations, weighed heavily on the hearts of every student.

Wu Shangfeng continued, "These four evil gods are the most powerful beings in the universe. Their faith can transcend racial boundaries and spread to the hearts of any living being with intelligence and emotions. Whether it is humans, Shadow Clan, or even Machine Clan, except for the Greenskins, they can all become their followers. Therefore, we call them 'evil gods'."

"The rebels we are facing this time are a group of traitors who have sacrificed their souls to 'Nurgle'."

"So put away your ridiculous, unrealistic sympathy. What you need to do when facing them is not to hesitate or waver, but to use the weapons in your hands to wipe them out of this universe completely and cleanly before they kill you!"

"have you understood!"

Wu Shangfeng's last words resounded like thunder in the martial arts room.

"understand!"

All the students roared in unison, their voices filled with a surge of passion and determination.

(End of this chapter)