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The scarred young man leading the group is Chu Tiange, a senior leader of the First Fleet.

Dominator Realm, Level 3.

A black heavy sword rested diagonally on his shoulder, its blade curled and still glistening with the lingering scent of blood.

Chu Tiange stopped in his tracks, and the senior students behind him fell silent.

After a month-long trip, they cleared out seven resource-rich planets occupied by star beasts, and on their return journey, they braved two space storms.

I thought I could finally catch my breath back at headquarters.

Judging from this situation, things don't seem to be going well at headquarters either.

Someone in the group pointed to the gravity tower.

"One hundred and twenty floors? Wasn't it ninety-nine floors when we left?"

The person next to him pointed to the treatment area.

"What's going on with that Silver Scale Clan?"

"Depletion of Qi and Blood".

"What about the one on the side?"

"Overdrafting the fundamental resources."

"What about those two rows that were lying neatly together?"

Upon hearing this, the medical instructor tapped on the testing screen.

"I'm so tired I could faint."

The senior students looked at each other, clearly incredulous.

Are freshmen this competitive now?

Chu Tiange gripped the hilt of his knife and turned his head to look at his adjutant.

"Are the jump coordinates wrong?"

The adjutant looked down and brought up the control panel.

"Meteorite Training Camp, coordinates correct."

"Were you attacked?"

"The defense system cannot find any combat records."

"Mass poisoning?"

"The vital signs scan showed no signs of toxins."

Chu Tiange's expression was strange.

They were not attacked.

Not poisoned.

Hundreds of people have become so weak and sickly?

A heavy thud came from a corner of the square as Yan Zhan strode over with a grim face.

Several instructors followed behind, each with a blood and qi detector.

As they passed a suspended bed, a freshman on it struggled to get up, but the instructor slapped him back down.

"Lie still."

"Instructor, help me up, I can still go into the tower."

"Your bones are so brittle that they'd fall apart if you sneezed."

"Martial artists are not afraid of fractured bones!"

"We're scared!"

Click.

The lock was engaged, and the suspended bed was towed away.

Chu Tiange watched this farce with a complicated expression.

He saluted with one hand: "Chief Instructor."

"Chief Instructor."

The senior students behind them all bowed their heads.

"Chief Instructor."

Yan Zhan waved his hand. "You're back?"

"The survivors are all here." Chu Tiange brushed the blood off his blade. "Seven dead, twenty-one seriously wounded, mission reset."

"Submit the post-war report later," Yan Zhan nodded.

Chu Tiange pointed to the unfamiliar camp around him: "Our base has been raided?"

Yan Zhan looked at the group of new students lying neatly in the treatment pod, some even practicing punches in mid-air.

"There was a slight mishap."

"The camp has been completely renovated."

"So what's going on with them?"

Chu Tiange pointed at the group of freshmen whose faces were ashen.

Yan Zhan choked for a moment.

Two seconds passed.

"They overdid it."

The two stared at each other, wide-eyed.

The two powerful beings at the Sovereign Realm fell into an eerie silence.

"this one?"

"Things will turn into their opposites when they reach an extreme."

A fierce battle was waged to forcefully make amends.

His tone was steady, yet his presence was commanding.

As for the truth, even he himself doesn't know.

They couldn't very well admit in public that they had searched the camp more than a dozen times and still couldn't figure out why these three thousand people were collectively overworking themselves.

So embarrassing.

Chu Tiange looked up at the tower.

"One broken tower ruined the entire battalion?"

"This year's students are quite hardworking."

"How many breakthroughs?"

Yan Zhan shut his mouth.

The conversation was so bad it was boring.

A snicker came from the group of senior students.

"He has high aspirations, but his body is too weak."

The crowd dispersed to both sides.

A four-meter-tall, muscular man strode out.

He had short, bluish-gray hair, and three dark blue gill slits on either side of his neck that opened and closed slightly.

A serrated battle knife rested on his right shoulder, its curved blade covered with dark red blood grooves shaped like shark teeth.

The Abyssal Blood Shark Clan, known for their warlike nature in interstellar space.

Second Fleet, Mad Shark.

Half-step Dominator Realm.

During this trip, the number of star beasts of the same rank that died at his hands ranked among the top twenty among the senior students.

Mad Shark glanced at the treatment area, then at the freshmen still queuing in the distance, a smug grin spreading across his face.

"Your fighting spirit is commendable."

"Unfortunately, they're just flowers in a greenhouse."

Yin Kui was transported here in a medical bed.

Upon hearing this, he gripped the edge of the bed with both hands and forced himself to sit up halfway.

"Are senior students really that great?"

The mad shark stopped in its tracks.

He wasn't angry; instead, he patted the blood-soaked sword on his shoulder with interest, making a dull metallic sound.

"Whether it's impressive or not, it was earned by risking one's life fighting among the star beasts."

Yin Kui's arm muscles were taut as he stared intently at him.

It only got halfway done.

*smack*

It slammed straight back onto the bed.

Seeing this, Mad Shark shook his head seriously, his tone carrying a hint of veteran superiority:

"Look, you don't even have the strength to stand. When you get to the desolate planet, the star beasts won't wait for you to catch your breath."

"Today is the perfect opportunity to open your eyes and show you what true strength forged in real battle is."

A burst of laughter erupted from all around.

The last stubborn silver scale on Yin Kui's forehead finally went out.

Yan Zhan shot him a sharp glare.

"Quiet down."

Mad Shark suppressed his smile.

His gaze passed over the wounded and fixed on the group of freshmen who could still barely stand.

"There are still more than 20 days until the Star Abyss Prodigy Battle."

He said coldly, "The veterans have just crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and you bunch of greenhorns are already eager to prove yourselves."

"We'll still need to work together when we enter the secret realm later, so today, I'm just serving you an appetizer."

Bang!

The serrated blade slammed heavily into the floor, making a buzzing sound.

"Don't be afraid."

"Use 30% of the pressure of a half-step Dominator."

"Those who didn't fall down pass."

The Star Abyss Secret Realm has always been a meat grinder, teeming with high-level star beasts and alien races. If you can't even withstand the pressure from your own kind, going in is just adding to the monsters' feast.

Yan Zhan did not stop them.

"Take it easy."

"Avoid the wounded."

The mad shark revealed a set of white teeth.

"Understand."

My shoulders suddenly sank.

A strong stench of blood, accompanied by a violent pressure, burst forth from the body.

boom!

The dust on the square's surface was flattened out of thin air.

The senior students retreated in unison, clearing out a large area of ​​the field.

Half-step Dominator.

But this was a half-step Dominator who had fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood for a month.

The malevolent energy almost solidified into a tangible red wave of energy.

Several new students at the Universe Realm turned pale.

The knees bent uncontrollably.

thump!

People knelt down one after another.

The already exhausted body felt like it was swallowing knives under this pressure, even breathing became difficult.

Even the low-ranking Dominator instructors on the periphery changed their expressions.

"He's really bloodthirsty."

"They can disrupt our vital energy even before they've reached the level of a ruler."

"The Second Fleet has unleashed a mad dog."

Mad Shark listened to these discussions and found them very pleasing.

The strength was stuck at the critical point and could not be increased further.

That's enough to intimidate them.

The killing intent forged in real combat is far more valuable than the realm of theoretical understanding gained in isolation.

He was planning to back down.

The doors of the gravity tower slid open without warning.

Light footsteps could be heard.

Not too fast, not too slow.

As the door opened, an indescribable feeling of unease quietly spread.

Lin Feng stepped out of the gate.

The killing intent he had just condensed had not completely subsided; a faint, dark purple light still circulated within his body.

The moment he stepped into the square, the monstrous, blood-red aura that had been ravaging the entire area seemed to have touched upon some absolute taboo.

stagnate.

Then, it collapsed.

The menacing aura that had been suffocating hundreds of freshmen was brutally crushed into nothingness by this dark purple light.

The shark was struck dumb.

His body was forced back several steps uncontrollably.

The vast square was deathly silent.

The old man who was watching the show just a second ago now had his expression completely frozen on his face.

Lin Feng glanced at the Mad Shark.

Excuse me.

That simple glance was enough to make the shark's mind go blank, and his body instinctively retreat to the side.

Lin Feng brushed past him without even glancing at him.

Chu Tiange turned his head sharply, his gaze locking onto Lin Feng's back.

The black battle sword that was slung over his shoulder unknowingly fell into his hand.

The scar across his cheek twitched violently.

"Is this a freshman?"