Gao Wu: If this BOSS isn't nerfed, is it even playable?

Chapter 71: It Feels Like Home

"The Martial Hall is also ranked according to its organizational structure and the overall strength of its martial artists."

"For example, Thunderclap and Black Peak are classified as Level 2 Martial Hall in the official ranking system."

"If the scale were larger, such as the largest martial arts hall in Ninghai Province, which is a first-class martial arts hall, the number of martial artists recruited would exceed 100,000."

"Above that is the pinnacle hall that all martial artists in the world yearn for."

"That's a world-class, top-tier martial arts hall!"

"Abbreviated as Five Supers"

"Three of them are located overseas."

"And the other two are located in our Great Xia."

"One family, named Kunlun."

"The other one is called Xin Huo."

"Both of these martial halls are backed by the government."

"Among them, the Kunlun Martial Hall has about 140 million contracted martial artists, each of whom is an elite among elites."

"The Firewood Martial Hall has fewer, around 100 million, but its strength is definitely not weak. In fact, its top-level combat power is even stronger than that of the Kunlun Martial Hall."

Kunlun, the torch of civilization.

Lin Ye silently recited the two names in his heart.

"Our Great Xia has over a billion people, but only a tiny fraction of them can enter Kunlun and the Firewood Martial Hall."

"Your goal is the Qiming General Training Camp, right?"

Lin Ye nodded.

"When you actually get a top-three finish in the provincial competition, especially the top spot."

"Kunlun and Xinhuo will definitely extend an olive branch to you as well."

"The contracts they offer for newcomers are truly designed to cultivate geniuses; they are a golden path to success."

……

three days later.

Dongjiang City Central Gymnasium.

This giant egg-shaped building, capable of holding tens of thousands of people, is completely sealed off and under heavy security today.

On the giant circular screen in the stadium's dome, a promotional video for "Qiming Group" and the logo of this competition are being played on a loop.

The air was filled with a peculiar smell, a mixture of sweat and disinfectant.

Hundreds of young faces gathered here.

They were top elites from various martial arts high schools in Dongjiang City, and each of them had a different expression on their face.

The cacophony of voices, the coach's instructions, and the hum of the equipment being adjusted merged into a buzzing wave that echoed throughout the enormous stadium.

Lin Ye calmly looked around.

There was only one person standing beside him.

Zhang Yuqing.

The two of them were the only contestants sent by Dongjiang No.1 Middle School for this competition.

Principal Wang Zhengguo and Chen Meng personally led the team.

Lin Ye's gaze fell on the very center of the venue.

There, hundreds of silver-white metal cabins were neatly arranged, exuding a futuristic atmosphere.

Each virtual reality device is connected to complex wiring, and indicator lights flash like breathing, giving it a very high-tech look.

"Although it's an online competition."

"But for the sake of fairness and impartiality, you will need to undergo urine tests and blood tests later."

"Then you will enter the dedicated virtual device."

"These devices will connect to the independent competition server of Martial Arts Peak. After that, you will need to recreate a temporary character. The generated character data will be completely synchronized with your own."

"Weapons and equipment also need to be scanned and entered in advance."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Yuqing.

Zhang Yuqing nodded and drew a beautifully crafted rapier from the scabbard on her back.

The sword has a long, narrow blade covered with flowing forging patterns, and a pale blue crystal is inlaid on the hilt, making it clear that it is quite expensive.

This sword is named Listening to the Rain, and it is also a masterpiece made by a renowned craftsman using benzoin.

Each one costs 700 million.

It surpasses even Jiang Feng's Black Scale Dragon Fang.

Lin Ye only received a basic military standard rifle from the logistics department.

It is completely black and has no decorations whatsoever.

Compared to Zhang Yuqing's magnificent Listening to the Rain sword, it's practically industrial garbage.

But it was enough. Several middle-aged men in formal attire, exuding an air of authority, were already seated on the judging panel.

Lin Ye was too far away to see clearly.

All that was seen was the leader standing up and, with concise and powerful words, announcing the official start of the competition.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire venue was ignited!

The teachers leading the teams from each school immediately gathered their students together to make final tactical arrangements and provide psychological support.

Chen Meng's expression turned extremely serious.

"Remember, this is not just an exchange match!"

"You can absolutely treat this as a real mock exam!"

"The competition is divided into two stages."

"In the first stage, all participants will be teleported to a highly realistic wilderness, or even a randomly generated chasm!"

Abyssal Rift!

Zhang Yuqing's expression changed slightly.

That's the legendary, terrifying zone that connects to the world of alien races!
"Your mission is to survive inside for three days."

"Hunt down mutated beasts or weakened alien races to earn points."

"Three days later, the top 128 students in the rankings will enter the second stage of the final competition."

"The competition explicitly prohibits all participants from fighting each other at this stage. If any such fight is discovered, the participant will be immediately disqualified."

"If you run into each other inside, try to cooperate. Two people are always more powerful than one."

As he said this, a hint of worry appeared in his eyes as he looked at Lin Ye.

He knew that Lin Ye was very strong in actual combat, but that was ultimately on a virtual platform.

The true mutant beasts, the true alien races of the Heavenly Abyss, are far more ferocious and bizarre than data can simulate.

"A towering tree cannot grow in a greenhouse."

"Sooner or later you will have to face bloodshed and slaughter."

"Come on!"

That's all he could say.

From now on, the two of them will have to rely on themselves.

Soon, staff began guiding the contestants through their final pre-competition checks.

Urine test, blood test.

The process is meticulous, eliminating any possibility of using illegal drugs.

Lin Ye calmly completed all the checks and walked towards the virtual pod assigned to him.

The hatch slowly opened, revealing the soft padding and complex sensing devices inside.

He lay down inside.

The cold metal hatch slowly closed before his eyes.

My vision was plunged into darkness.

The next second, it felt as if countless gentle streams of data enveloped his entire body.

[Identity verified...]

[Data entry complete...]

[Transferring to the competition venue...]

When Lin Ye opened his eyes again.

A familiar smell, a mixture of decay, blood, and dust, filled my nostrils.

He found himself standing on the roof of an abandoned building covered in vines.

As far as the eye can see, there are endless urban ruins.

The broken viaduct, the collapsed skyscrapers, and the rusty steel skeletons together create a desolate, apocalyptic scene.

The sky was overcast and the sun was nowhere to be seen; only thick, dark clouds pressed down, making it hard to breathe.

In the distance, occasionally a few inhuman, chilling roars could be heard.

For greenhouse flowers witnessing this scene for the first time, it was enough to shock them and leave them completely bewildered.

But after the initial shock, Lin Ye...

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

Chen Meng was still worried that he would be nervous.

joke.

It feels like coming home!
　There will be another update in the evening.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)