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

Three months passed after the elemental weapon was successfully developed.

For three months, humanity did not relax for a single moment.

The Great Roc warship patrols the starry sky day and night, while Wukong armored warriors stand by at all times.

The elemental weapon production line was running at full speed, with ice canisters and fire canisters piled up like mountains.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for that final enemy.

Finally, that day arrived.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the endless darkness before the solar system.

The light grew stronger and brighter.

Then, a gigantic galaxy appeared out of nowhere before humanity.

Everyone was stunned.

That galaxy was enormous.

It is ten times larger than our solar system and more spectacular than the purple galaxy of the Milky Way.

Most remarkably, it has twenty habitable planets.

Each one exudes a powerful life force, lush and vibrant.

And that star was even more terrifying.

The light and energy it emits exceed that of the stars in our solar system.

Like a supreme emperor, looking down on everything.

"What...what is this?"

Someone muttered to themselves, their voice trembling.

Before humanity could react, a massive white warship emerged from the galaxy.

The warship was pure white, with smooth lines, and radiated a sacred light.

It floats silently in the starry sky, like a moving palace.

Then, a tremendous sound came from the warship.

The voice was cold and majestic, and it resounded throughout the entire solar system.

"You are our opponents?"

Everyone was stunned.

It's not because of the content of that sentence, but because—

Language.

That is the language of the Western Federation.

Pure, ancient, Western federal language.

"Is this... a Western language?"

"Could this be one of our friends?"

"How is this possible? The only thing that could be here is the enemy!"

"We can only leave here if we take care of them."

"Only by defeating the enemy can we survive."

The people of the Western Federation were immediately excited.

They heard the language of their ancestors, and they heard familiar syllables.

But soon, reason prevailed over excitement.

"An enemy can only be an enemy."

"The will of the universe has decreed that the victor shall leave, taking everything from the other."

"It's impossible to have friends."

Lin Feng stood in the command center, listening to the sounds coming from the white warship.

A thoughtful glint flashed in his eyes.

Western languages.

Ancient Western languages.

What is the relationship between these enemies and the Western Federation?

He did not hesitate at all.

"Tell them that we are the enemy."

He gave instructions to his assistant.

The assistant immediately replied in a Western language.

"That's right, we are your opponents."

The white warship remained silent for a moment.

Then, that cold voice rang out again.

This time, there was a hint of surprise.

"Is this... an ancient Eastern language?"

"I never expected to hear this ancient Eastern language again here."

The voice carried memories and emotions.

"It seems you also belong to the human category."

"I just wonder, are you related to the ancient Eastern races that we once wiped out?"

This statement was like a bomb.

It instantly ignited everyone's emotions.

The ancient Eastern races that they once wiped out?

What does that mean?

Did the owners of these white warships once annihilate the Easterners?

"Who exactly are you people?"

Lin Feng asked in a deep voice.

The white warship did not answer this question.

He simply left behind a cold final sentence.

"Okay, then get ready."

"Now that we've come this far, the final battle will take place in three days."

After saying that, the white warship turned and sailed back to that huge star system.

They disappeared into the light of twenty life-bearing planets.

The entire solar system fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was still processing what had just happened.

Western languages, Eastern languages.

An ancient Eastern race that was once wiped out.

What is the relationship between these enemies and humanity?

What is their background?

Nobody knows the answer.

But everyone knows one thing—

The final battle will take place in three days.

Just then, the voice of the will of the universe rang out.

"The final battle between civilizations has begun."

"The final battle will break out three days later."

"The victor leaves this place and plunders everything the other has."

"Losers, civilization disappears, everything returns to zero."

The sound disappeared.

The solar system fell silent once again.

Lin Feng stood in the command center, looking at the enormous galaxy.

Looking at those twenty life-bearing planets, looking at that terrifying star.

His eyes burned with a cold fighting spirit.

Three days.

Only three days.

"Pass down the order."

Lin Feng spoke slowly, his voice firm and cold.

"All warships, all weapons, all soldiers."

"All are on high alert."

"Three days later—"

"Destroy the enemy."

"yes!"

Everyone roared in unison.

The sound resounded throughout the entire solar system.

The Great Peng Warship, the Kuafu Warship.

Wukong Armor, Xingtian Armor.

Star weapons, elemental weapons.

Kuroko Shockwave, the most powerful force of all humanity.

Everything is ready.

Everyone is waiting.

Waiting for the final battle in three days.

Lin Feng stood by the window.

Looking at that unfamiliar galaxy, looking at those unknown enemies.

There was only one thought in my mind.

No matter who you are.

Regardless of your relationship with humans.

Three days later—

Humanity will win.