You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

The frog tilted its head back.

Judging by its appearance alone, this thing looks more like a mutation. Its mouth is wide open and bright red. In just a short while, two more pustules on its body burst open.

A drop of pus flew towards Meng Jingting, but before it could touch his trouser leg, it was blocked by something invisible.

Zhong Xun walked forward, wearing Meng Jingting's coat.

Seeing his calm expression, Meng Jingting felt relieved.

"Invitation to the newlyweds," the frog said, pulling out two cans from somewhere and placing them on the ground.

Zhong Xun stared at the canned food for two seconds, then asked, "Are we going to eat it?"

"right."

Zhong Xun: "What will happen if I don't eat?"

"die."

No sooner had he finished speaking than dozens of mature pustules appeared on the frog's body. It was like a skin stretched to its limit that burst open from the inside with a "bang".

Internal organs, mucus, and bones flew out with a crackling sound, landing on the floor with a teeth-grinding hissing sound. From next door, Xu Hengzhou's calm voice rang out: "Corrosion by strong acid."

  

Zhong Xun noticed that the frog that had just exploded had a hint of clear sadness in its eyes before it died. He asked the other frog, "We don't eat canned food, but can we participate in the rookie competition?"

The frog fell into deep thought.

The door to the next room also opened.

First, a dark gun muzzle appeared, nudging the frog that was delivering the message back. Sure enough, Xu Hengzhou followed.

Judging from Xu Hengzhou's expression, he really wanted to shoot him dead.

The threat of being doused with strong acid for refusing is indeed intimidating, but it only applies to opponents of average strength. Against them, it's meaningless.

The last two rooms opened a crack, revealing Guan Bao's mocking and evil eyes in the darkness.

However, the strong acid explosion he expected did not occur.

Guan Bao had many underlings, but to put it bluntly, anyone with a decent pheromone level or a special skill would want to be a rat in the gutter. Although he was biased towards A-level, Sun Shouli was a C-level, and his underlings were all low-level and Beta. He still remembered the first night when a few of his underlings swatted at a few frogs like they usually bullied civilians, saying they would kill them and make soup, and then the next second they were blown up.

This corrosive liquid, once it gets on your skin, will start melting from the contact surface, then spread to your internal organs and bones, and finally turn your entire body into a pool of blood.

Even chopping off his arms and legs temporarily wouldn't have helped. That's how Guan Bao's good brother died. He was panting heavily, looking pleading, when Guan Bao gave him a quick death.

But now, no one was hurt by that exploding frog!

"If we had that equipment, none of those people would have died!" someone scoffed.

Guan Bao's eyes turned fierce, then he greedily scanned the various equipment and supplies.

On what grounds?

Since pollutants appeared in this world, resources have been liquidated, and every city is divided into Zone A and Zone B. How are those without means supposed to survive? The Tribunal makes it sound good, but in a critical moment, isn't self-preservation the top priority?

Fang Qian squeezed out of the room.

He licked his lips lightly, then squatted down in front of a frog.

From Zhong Xun's perspective, one could see the contempt in Fang Qian's eyes, a contempt born of a superior pollutant's deep-seated disdain for a lower class. His pale hand pressed down on the skin of a frog.

As expected, with a "bang," the corrosive slime splashed all over Fang Qian's face.

Guan Bao's underlings almost burst out laughing.

The laughter started off with a sense of catharsis and exaggeration, but gradually, it stopped working.

Fang Qian gently wiped her face.

According to the law of pollutants, low-level killing moves have no effect on high-level ones.

Not to mention that Fang Qian's arm was broken by Meng Jingting, but it grew back perfectly when they met again.

The other frog shakily took out the can and placed it on the ground.

Fang Qian took a bite, can shell and all, and chewed it with a crunch.

"It tastes awful," Fang Qian said, explaining why it doesn't want to consume other pollutants. "Humans taste better."

Then Xu Hengzhou smashed a rifle butt into his head.

Guan Bao pushed open the door in shock, "How is this possible?!"

Two frogs hopped in front of him: "The competition continues tomorrow. If we can select the top three, the three of you can leave!"

Guan Bao has no time to worry about that right now.

Zhong Xun leaned against the doorway: "So you've already participated in the competition."

"What kind of competition is it?" Zhong Xun asked.

Guan Bao's mind was in turmoil. Things were going far beyond his plans. These people were not simple at all. Why could that man in black ignore this deadly corrosive slime?

But Guan Bao quickly realized one thing: they had the ability to get out.

As if his mind had been enlightened, a ray of clear light appeared, and Guan Bao's eyes became clear. He stammered, "Every day is different. Yesterday was a long-distance run, the day before yesterday was a mountain climb, and the day before that was a desert migration. It all depends on the Frog Emperor's will."

"What the hell?" Zhong Xun frowned.

Xie Wencheng looked at him: "I heard you clearly, Frog Emperor, I'm truly impressed..." He sighed: "This world is getting more and more insane."

Zhong Xun looked at Guan Bao again: "Did you initially have twenty or thirty people in total?"

Guan Bao shook his head: "No, there are several hundred people."

"It's just that this is our team's camp."

Zhong Xun, determined to get to the bottom of it, asked, "Given your nature, why don't you raid other camps?"

"Fighting is not allowed at night." Guan Bao pointed to the pond. "If there's too much noise, these frogs will come up. Anyone who disagrees will be blown up."

While they were talking, Fang Qian had already started eating the live frog.

It thought of the chicken pot that Meng Jingting had made during the day, which naturally didn't include it. Fang Qian was usually tolerant, but it was a little hungry at the moment. It casually picked up the frog left at the door and meticulously peeled off its skin before eating the meat. In fact, it could eat faster, but it had been injected with a suppressant and had a poison ring around its neck.

Hearing the "crunch" sound and seeing Fang Qian finish the last frog leg, Xu Hengzhou frowned and said coldly, "Disgusting."

"It's all for survival," Fang Qian said. "Why are you humans so noble?"

Xu Hengzhou wanted to take action, but Meng Jingting stopped him, saying, "Tell the source of the pollution that we will participate in the competition, but we will not eat canned food."

The frog at their door was stunned for a moment, then nodded in realization: "I will tell the Frog Emperor."

The frogs that had come ashore turned around in unison and jumped into the pond with a splash.

Several of them slipped on their front toes as they passed by Fang Qian.

Zhong Xun was planning to join Guan Bao and the others during the day when, unexpectedly, the ground beneath his feet began to tremble violently.

This was a devastating collapse originating from the Earth's core. Almost instantly, the world turned upside down, and Zhong Xun's feet suddenly became empty!

He plummeted downwards and instinctively reached out his hand.

Meng Jingting leaped and rushed forward, grabbing Zhong Xun's hand amidst the scattered rocks and cliffs.

Zhong Xun was held tightly by Meng Jingting, and the next second, the dragon wings spread open.

As an S-class individual, Meng Jingting possesses a rare characteristic compared to Alphas with pheromone entities: he can materialize.

It felt as if two mountain winds were rushing towards them. The dragon's wingspan was about five meters, its bones were evenly and powerfully arranged, and its outer skin shone with a scarlet luster from the burning of flames.