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Outside the restricted area, in the vast plaza, a giant light screen, hundreds of meters high, floats in mid-air.

On the light screen is the real-time leaderboard for this competition.

At this moment, only one hour has passed since the start of the competition.

At the top of the leaderboard is the team from Beijing, with captain Bai Xiuzhe's name followed by a string of numbers: 12540 points.

"As expected of Bai Xiuzhe! The number one young talent in the Dragon Kingdom! His lead in points is simply overwhelming!"

"Yes, look at the second-place East Sea Military Region, they only have a little over five thousand points, which is just a fraction of his score."

"The team from the capital is too luxurious. Bai Xiuzhe is a seventh-level Martial Venerable, leading four Martial Venerable subordinates. They swept through the B-level alien beast zone like cutting melons and vegetables."

In the audience, murmurs rose and fell, with almost everyone praising Bai Xiuzhe.

In the VIP section, Bai Yong, the head of the Bai family, stroked his beard with a satisfied smile on his face.

Next to him, Song Zhenkun, the deputy commander of the East Sea Naval Region, looked rather grim.

His eyes were fixed on the points leaderboard, scanning it from top to bottom.

No!

He searched for a long time but couldn't find the Northern Military District's name on the list.

"Hmph, can't even make the list, looks like he's found a place to hide, nothing special!" Song Zhenkun sneered inwardly.

On the other side, in the seats of the Northern Military Region, Chief of the General Staff Duan Hongyuan frowned.

He looked at the glaring 1000 points behind the Northern Military District squad on the screen, and felt a little puzzled.

Based on his understanding of Lin Feng, that kid was definitely not someone who was afraid of fighting.

Could it be... that something really happened?

At this moment, inside the Valley of a Hundred Poisons.

Zhou Yuan and his three companions were deftly dissecting the venomous scorpion's corpse, extracting its most valuable venom sacs and demonic cores one by one.

The shock on their faces had not yet completely faded, replaced by a fanatical worship.

Their Lieutenant Lin was sitting on a rock, like a tourist on a picnic.

"Lieutenant Lin...aren't we going to hunt some alien beasts to earn points?"

After Zhou Yuan finished dealing with the last corpse, he cautiously approached and asked.

Logically speaking, having just killed more than a dozen A-level alien beasts, it should be the perfect time to pursue them relentlessly.

However, Lin Feng did not choose to attack, but instead stayed put and rested.

Lin Feng glanced at him and said calmly, "What's the rush? Let's set up camp and rest."

"Huh? Taking a break?"

Zhou Yuan and the other team members looked at each other, completely bewildered.

This is a race against time, and the points are related to the honor of the military region and the final reward. How can we rest here?

Lin Feng noticed their confusion and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Just watch, someone will earn the points for us."

After saying that, he closed his eyes again, looking like an old monk in deep meditation.

Zhou Yuan and the others were completely bewildered, but they dared not ask any more questions. They had no choice but to obey orders, clear a space nearby, and begin setting up camp.

What they didn't know was that Lin Feng's mind was already divided in two at that moment.

A section of the Iron Rhinoceros connected to the Northern Headquarters.

This massive, thick-skinned creature is currently rampaging through a mountain range, turning countless B- and C-level beasts into mincemeat under its iron hooves, providing Lin Feng with a continuous stream of martial arts points.

Another part of his mind was immersed in the perspective of the Thunder Abyss Vulture.

Under Lin Feng's remote control, this overlord of the sky has flown away from Hundred Poison Valley and is now wreaking havoc in the middle region of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

It was like a purple lightning bolt, cruising high in the sky.

Once the traces of an A-level alien beast are discovered, they will swoop down without hesitation and blast it to smithereens with overwhelming force!

For beginner level A, one lightning ball will solve the problem.

A mid-level A-rank move, a combination of Lightning Claw and Thunderstorm.

For those at the A-level high-rank, then let's do a few more hits.

Faced with Lin Feng's precise control and the absolute power of the alien beasts, these A-level alien beasts, which would be enough to cause a city disaster in the outside world, were too fragile to be defeated.

In Lin Feng's mind, system notifications refreshed like a waterfall.

[Ding! You have defeated the A-rank beast 'Three-Eyed Demon Ape' and gained 10000 Martial Arts Points!]

[Ding! Slayed the A-rank beast 'Crimson Flame Lion', gaining 10000 Martial Arts Points!]

[Ding! Your beast 'Thunder Abyss Vulture' has killed a target, triggering 'Double Return'. You have gained 20000 Martial Arts Points!]

His martial arts points balance is skyrocketing at a rate of tens of thousands per second!

This feeling is even better than killing the enemy with my own hands!

Dual-line operation.

While others were fighting desperately, he sat on a rock with his eyes closed, resting and his martial arts points were rising rapidly.

Loved it.

Meanwhile, the standings outside remained calm.

Since Lin Feng did not personally take action, the points earned by the Thunder Abyss Vulture from killing the alien beasts were not counted in the Northern Border Team's score.

This led to the bizarre situation where the Northern Squad's points never increased.

On the other side, Bai Xiuzhe's team had already penetrated deep into the heart of the B-level area, and his points had exceeded 20,000, putting him far ahead.

Looking at the Northern Military Region, which remained unchanged on the leaderboard, Bai Xiuzhe revealed a contemptuous smile.

He made no attempt to hide his mockery as he addressed the cameras of the war correspondents accompanying the team:

"I thought Lin Feng was some big shot, but he's just a coward hiding in a corner. The Northern Military Region sending someone like him to participate in the competition is truly laughable!"

His words, transmitted clearly to everyone outside the world through the live broadcast.

In the VIP section, Duan Hongyuan clenched his fists.

A few undisguised sneers came from the side. He didn't turn around, but he could tell that Song Zhenkun was among those laughing.

Just as Bai Xiuzhe was feeling triumphant, the troops of the Southern Xinjiang Military Region were caught in a fierce battle.

Because Xue Fengshuang was injured by Lin Feng's shock and was in poor condition, the team accidentally disturbed a group of A-level beasts, "Swamp Crocodiles," while exploring a swamp, which triggered a small-scale beast tide and put them in a dangerous situation.

Inside the Valley of a Hundred Poisons, Lin Feng, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly smiled slightly.

Within the range of his mental perception, thirty sneaky auras were silently encircling their camp from all directions.

These people exuded a chilling aura and moved in unison, clearly well-trained assassins.

Thirty people came.

Not too many, not too few; it seems they've done their research and think thirty is enough.

"They've finally arrived?"

Lin Feng sneered inwardly.

The Bai family really can't hold their temper.

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