The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Bottom of the rift valley.

The Beast King's golden blood was still gushing out, coating the stark white bone pile with a layer of viscous, scalding gold.

"Hey, I said..." Yin Chen finally found a bit of his own voice.

He watched Chen Guan's retreating figure. When that person put away the demon core, he didn't even glance at the crystal core that could drive the entire emerging world of China crazy.

"Aren't you surprised at what you just killed?"

Chen Guan turned around.

His gaze swept over the beast king's corpse on the ground, then over the golden pool of blood, and finally landed on Yin Chen and Hong Yuan's faces.

He said calmly, "Points earned through walking."

"integral?"

Hong Yuan felt that her worldview was being repeatedly hammered by an invisible hammer.

"A sixth-tier peak Golden Beast King... is just a point in your eyes?"

Fame, status... these added values ​​seem worthless to the person in front of them.

Chen Guan did not answer.

He merely raised his chin, his voice low and as indifferent as ever: "I'm leaving."

These two words forcibly pulled my chaotic thoughts back to reality.

"Oh... okay."

Yin Chen's body reacted before his brain, and he almost jogged to catch up.

Hong Yuan quickly picked up the giant axe and walked to the other side.

She couldn't help but ask again, her voice low, as if talking to herself: "Why did you have to reveal this kind of strength? Shouldn't people usually keep their abilities hidden until the very end?"

Chen Guan did not stop walking, nor did he answer.

The answer is simple: it hurts my self-esteem.

—The henchmen were too weak, so I had to step in myself.

He wouldn't say that to Hong Yuan's face; Little Hong is prone to getting angry.

The next two days were spent in the high-level monster zone.

"To the left front, thirty degrees, two fourth-tier wind wolves." Yin Chen's voice was filled with excited panting, as dozens of wind blades had already blocked the monsters' retreat.

"Leave it to me!" Red Kite's giant axe crashed down with a whooshing sound, shaking the ground and instantly leaving one of the wind wolves dazed and confused.

"Roar!" Another wind wolf pounced on the gap in the defense.

A ghostly figure flashed past the red kite's axe handle, a black light streaked by, and the wind wolf's roar abruptly ceased.

The battle is over.

Yin Chen landed on the ground, looking at the fallen corpse with great satisfaction.

"Captain, how much time do we have left?"

Over the past two days, Yin Chen has become increasingly adept at calling out "Captain."

From this perspective, Yin Chen was extremely grateful to Chen Guan, because he really couldn't accept being asked to call Hong Yuan Captain.

If Hong Yuan is made the captain, the team's future is bleak; she'll lead the team astray sooner or later.

"The last ten minutes."

Chen Guan glanced at the time and said, "If the protagonist's halo hadn't kicked in, they would have been the undisputed number one."

In the past two days, the three of them have almost carried out a genocide in the ice field.

Yin Chen and Hong Yuan were still secretly competing, and because they were too slow, all the poor monsters suffered as a result.

Hongyuan wiped the blood from the axe blade, puzzled, and said, "The numbers are wrong. I remember I killed 275 demonic beasts on the first day, so why is the total number of demonic cores less than 800? Silver Fur, did you steal my demonic cores?"

Because of her trust in Yin Chen's character, Hong Yuan distrusts him extremely.

Yin Chen: "..."

Are monsters creatures that automatically refresh at 12 o'clock every day?

Chen Guan: "..."

Who is the number one jungler in Tiger Head Mountain?

Yin Chen and Chen Guan exchanged a glance; it was impossible to reason with them, absolutely impossible.

After a long pause, Chen Guan finally said, "The quantity is correct."

"Oh, okay then."

Her tone carried a conviction she herself was unaware of, subconsciously believing that Chen Guan was right in everything he said, and that Chen Guan couldn't possibly bully her like Yin Chen did.

These past two days, Chen Guan has been giving orders, and the two of them have been doing as he says. Hong Yuan has become somewhat accustomed to obeying Chen Guan's words.

However, this feeling of not having to think is really enjoyable.

No need to think, just execute the commands.

The axe connects to the brain, while the fist replaces thought.

……

The bell finally rang amidst the swirling snow as the training camp came to an end.

In the central square of the camp, the survivors gathered in twos and threes, all their eyes fixed on the huge light screen leaderboard in the center.

"Look! Wei Zhe's team from Shanghai Academy has surged to second place! They're amazing!"

"Nonsense, Wei Zhe is a ruthless guy. Hey? Where are Yin Chen and Hong Yuan? What's going on? They haven't come back yet?"

"It's hard to say. Maybe they've run into a tough opponent? This trial isn't going to be peaceful. They might not make it back."

Amidst a cacophony of strange chatter, three figures walked unhurriedly from the camp entrance.

The coffin at the front, clad in black, stood out starkly against the snow-white backdrop.

Yin Chen and Hong Yuan followed half a step behind him.

The indelible stench of blood emanating from the two men silenced the chattering freshmen around them, who instinctively made way for them.

The three of them went straight to the points registration area.

The instructor in charge of statistics was yawning, not even looking up, and businesslike stretched out his hand: "Demon Core."

Yin Chen stepped forward, placed a heavy leather bag on the table, and untied the bag.

Splash!

Dozens of shimmering demon cores rolled out, almost covering the entire table; the lowest quality was at least Tier 3.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

"hiss!"

"Holy crap, so many? Did they raid a monster's lair?"

"All high-end stuff... How many beasts did they have to kill to make this?"

Some people were horrified when they saw the few fifth-tier demon cores and the large number of fourth-tier demon cores on the table.

It should be noted that there are differences even among geniuses; many of these geniuses are not even at the fifth rank.

All the students: Oh no, who put me on the table?

The instructor who had been yawning finally showed some expression on his face.

He sat up straight and quickly checked and entered the data.

On the screen, the three names began to soar, quickly climbing into the top three and reaching second place.

The instructor's tone became more polite: "Is there anything else?"

Yin Chen didn't speak, but turned slightly to look at Chen Guan.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of people, Chen Guan reached out, took out the demon core, and placed it on the table.

thump.

A soft sound was heard, and the entire room fell silent, as if someone had pressed a mute button.

It was a crystal core the size of a fist, its entire surface shimmering with a molten gold luster.

It lay there quietly, its energy fluctuations raising the temperature of the surrounding air.

The registration instructor's pen hovered in mid-air; he even forgot to breathe.

"What...what is that?" someone stammered. Those with more acute mental abilities could already feel the oppressive aura emanating from above.

One of the knowledgeable students stared intently at the crystal core, his voice trembling.

"A golden aura, the size of a fist—heavens! A sixth-tier peak Golden Beast King's demon core?!"

The name exploded like a thunderclap in the crowd.

"What?! The Golden Beast King? The king of the Glacier Rift?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Exactly, that tiger has been jumping around for countless generations."

"The instructors and trainees have changed year after year. Who killed the camp's mascot?"

The instructor's hands were shaking violently.

He picked up the instrument and checked it three times.

Each time the instrument emitted a piercing sound, it proved that what was in front of them was definitely not a fake.

With trembling fingers, he finally entered the enormous score.