Rejecting Tsinghua and Peking Universities: I Will Lead Harbin Institute of Technology to World Lead

The entire battlefield was in complete chaos.

Nine civilizations, hundreds of thousands of lives, were all strangled together.

The sounds of battle shook the heavens, and rivers of blood flowed.

This is a battle without rules or limits.

Anyone who is not from the same civilization is an enemy.

Warriors from a technologically advanced civilization wielded bronze swords and iron blades, hacking and slashing wildly.

The creatures of evolved civilization used sharp claws and beaks to tear and bite desperately.

Every second someone falls, every moment a life is lost.

Blood stained the earth red, and corpses piled up like mountains.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood.

That's the smell of death.

That's the smell of war.

Lin Feng held an iron sword, his body covered in blood.

Beside him were humanity's most elite warriors.

They formed battle formations, cooperating and covering each other.

With swords flashing, each strike takes down an enemy.

As the battle formation advanced, each step was taken over the corpses of the enemy.

But there are too many enemies.

From all directions, endless.

One was killed, and two more rushed up.

After killing two, a group of them charged in.

Human warriors fell one after another.

Some were pierced by the weapons of technological civilization.

Some were torn apart by the claws of evolving civilization.

Some were surrounded and attacked by multiple people, and died from exhaustion.

But no one backed down.

Because retreating means death.

Only by killing all the enemies can one survive.

Lin Feng's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

His iron sword already had a nick.

His body was covered in wounds.

But he didn't stop, nor could he stop.

"kill!"

He roared and charged at the enemy once more.

Behind them came the shouts of human warriors.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The battle cries shook the heavens, and the momentum was overwhelming.

On the other side, the warriors of the Cult of Machines were also fighting desperately.

They are a technologically advanced civilization, possessing the most advanced weapons.

Iron sword, iron spear, iron axe, iron shield.

Well-equipped and highly trained.

They formed a tight battle formation, like a sophisticated killing machine.

Every step forward was accompanied by the enemy's screams.

Every attack takes away a life.

The Psionic Council is equally powerful.

Although they are also a technological civilization, they place greater emphasis on spiritual strength.

After exchanging gold coins for the mental training method, their warriors gained a weak mental strength.

It can detect the enemy's movements and interfere with the enemy's judgment.

In the chaos of battle, this ability is extremely deadly.

Often, the enemy is cut down with a single blow before they can even react.

The evolved civilization became even more violent.

The Crimson Flame Dragon Clan has evolved rudimentary fire abilities.

Although it can only spew out small flames, it is enough to burn the enemy in close combat.

The Frost Phoenix Clan evolved the power of ice.

The sharp claws slashed across, leaving cold, raw marks.

The Thunder Beast race has evolved the power of lightning.

Each attack carries a faint electrical current.

The Shadow Wolf Clan has evolved the power of shadow.

Appearing and disappearing unpredictably amidst the chaos, delivering a fatal blow.

The Light Bird Clan evolved the power of light.

It moves with lightning speed, making it impossible to defend against.

The Earth Bear Clan evolved the power of the earth.

With immense strength and thick skin, they are the most difficult enemies to kill.

Nine civilizations, each displaying its strengths.

The chaotic battle lasted for an unknown period of time.

Time loses its meaning in the midst of slaughter.

Maybe it will take a day, maybe it will take two days.

Perhaps longer.

Everyone was mechanically swinging their weapons.

Everyone instinctively tried to avoid the attack.

Exhaustion, hunger, pain.

I can't care about anything else anymore.

Only kill, kill, kill.

Finally, the voice of the will of the universe rang out.

"The entire Lightbird Clan has been annihilated!"

"disuse!"

The sound was loud and resounded throughout the entire battlefield.

Everyone was stunned.

The Light Bird Clan?

Which civilization evolved the fastest and most flexibly?

They were all killed?

On the battlefield, countless people are looking in one direction.

That place was once the stronghold of the Light Bird Clan.

Now, only a pile of bird carcasses remains.

Those beautiful white feathers were stained with blood.

Those figures that were once as fast as lightning have fallen forever.

The numerous members of various races watching the battle were completely dumbfounded.

They looked at the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

Looking at those soldiers who were still panting.

Looking at those weapons that were still dripping blood.

An overwhelming sense of shock and fear welled up within me.

This is cosmic warfare.

This is the most primitive form of fighting.

The strong live, the weak die.

There's no logic to it.

In the human spectator area, countless people covered their mouths, tears streaming down their faces.

They saw their fellow countrymen.

I saw those familiar faces.

I saw them covered in blood, still fighting desperately.

"You must survive..."

Someone muttered to themselves.

"We must win..."

Lin Feng stood on the battlefield, panting heavily.

His iron sword was completely ruined.

He had countless wounds on his body.

But he is still alive.

Humanity is still alive.

He glanced around.

Of the original 80,000 humans, how many are left today?

he does not know.

But there must be quite a few.

Because humanity is still fighting.

Because humanity has not yet lost.

The voice of the cosmic will resounded once more.

"Phase One, End."

"The second phase is about to begin."

"All civilizations can take a day off."

"Your race will increase to half a million."

"You can use this day to select the next batch of personnel to participate in the war."

The voice just fell.

An invisible force enveloped the entire battlefield.

All those who were still alive were instantly teleported back to their respective bases.

Exhaustion, pain, hunger.

All the feelings rushed in.

Countless people collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Countless people held their comrades' bodies and wept bitterly.

Lin Feng stood in the center of the camp, watching all of this.

A deep sadness flashed in his eyes.

Twenty thousand people, gone.

Including previous losses, the total has exceeded 30,000.

Seventy thousand people survived.

But there is a second phase to come.

Five hundred thousand people were all involved.

That would be an even more brutal battle.

"Statistics on casualties."

Lin Feng said in a deep voice.

"Treat the wounded."

"Inventory the spoils."

"Then--"

He looked at the exhausted soldiers.

"have a good rest."

"An even bigger battle is yet to come in a day."

"yes!"

Everyone responded in unison.

His voice carried both weariness and determination.

Because they know.

The war is not over yet.

Humanity must continue the fight.

Lin Feng stood in the center of the camp.

Looking in those eight directions in the distance.

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

The Light Bird Clan has been eliminated.

Who will be next?

No matter who it is.

Human beings must survive.

We must all win.