Chapter 84-1: Hunger Tactics (1) |
“The Terror Black Tide, the Dreamweaving Shadows, the Frostborn… This is a chaotic era. Our enemies are not only the Black Tide. To become warriors of the Anti-Tide Legion, you must not only wield your racial talents but also possess comprehensive combat abilities.”
“After three days of low-intensity training, you should all be adjusted by now. Starting tomorrow, two new training subjects will be added.”
Hearing this, the trainees’ expressions remained unchanged, clearly prepared for it.
Only Li Zheng and his group wore expressions like they had eaten dung, practically writing ‘I don’t want this’ all over their faces.
“That’s it for today. Recite the Oath of Honor.” Mad Sand said in a low voice.
Upon hearing Mad Sand’s command, Li Zheng and the others brightened up and loudly recited the Anti-Tide Oath they had memorized over the past few days:
“The Black Tide approaches, the stars grow dim, we vow to defend our homeland.”
“All vain names, cast away; united with our comrades, we live and die together.”
“With the banner of defiance, we die without regret…”
As they recited, the golden ring on the horizon sank beneath the edge of the earth.
With the dull oath complete, Li Zheng and the others followed Mad Sand into the training camp cafeteria.
As they entered, the Four-Eyed race trainees noticeably quickened their pace, as if some unknown danger was rapidly approaching from behind.
The moment they picked up their trays, a shout came from behind.
“Hey! You with the tray, yes, I mean you, Ghosty! Put it down!”
“You come to the cafeteria to eat? No, you’re here to fight.”
“Your Third Grandpa’s after-class tutoring is starting. Ghosty, hurry up and report to class!”
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Accompanied by these arrogant shouts, Li Zheng charged forward at full speed.
Having gone hungry for three days, the Four-Eyed race trainees’ eyes practically glowed green at the sight of food.
Hearing Li Zheng and the others shouting, their bodies reflexively trembled. One of them didn’t even dare turn around, immediately reaching for some food, trying to shove it in his mouth.
But before the food reached his lips, Li Zheng slapped it away.
“Eat? Pay attention in class!”
The delicious aroma brushed past his nose as his eyes followed the flying trajectory of the spiritual fish meat. When the fish hit the floor, his heart shattered along with it.
And then his stomach took a heavy punch.
“Fight back!”
Though desperately hungry, Ghost Eye, as their leader, still gritted his teeth and growled. As he spoke, he turned and kicked Family-Sharing Stepdad in the gut, then knocked Li Zheng to the ground with a punch.
As the brawl erupted, other trainees frantically shoveled food into their mouths while they still could.
These days, the intensity of their fights had escalated to the point where the entire cafeteria was in chaos.
They fought from the north end of the cafeteria to the south, from the corners to the center, sending spiritual food flying everywhere, with many alien trainees trying to eat being caught in the crossfire.
Some had just taken a few bites before a flying tray smacked them in the face.
Others had just sat down to eat when two entangled fighters crashed into their table, flipping it over.
The unluckiest was a red-haired alien trainee who was still grabbing food when he got dragged into the center of the brawl. The player hit him in the left cheek, the Four-Eyed race hit him in the right, leaving two clear red marks on his face.
Everyone who made it into the training camp was outstanding among their races.
Faced with this mess, many short-tempered trainees joined the fray, hitting anyone who wasn’t from their own race.
But after two days of this, they were exhausted.
Now everyone had only one thought: shove in a few bites before the brawl escalates again, or else they wouldn’t get to eat at all.
“Macho Elbow Strike!”
With Dirt Poor’s shout, his elbow slammed hard into a Four-Eyed race warrior’s neck.
The Four-Eyed trainee, who had been fiercely beating Murderous Intent Rising, was knocked back several steps and plopped down next to a Brass race trainee who was still eating. Their eyes met. In the Brass trainee’s despairing gaze, the Four-Eyed trainee snatched his tray of spiritual food and hurled it viciously at Dirt Poor.
“I hadn’t… even eaten yet…”
“Eat my ass, all you know is eating!” The Four-Eyed trainee growled, mimicking the players’ tone, glaring at the Brass trainee before flipping his table and lunging at Dirt Poor again.
The cafeteria quickly spiraled from orderly dining into complete chaos.
“Four-Eyed race, you dare hit my brothers? Brass race brothers, follow me!”
“Focus on the player race! Beat them to death!”
Trays of spiritual food flew everywhere as an upgraded version of the group brawl was about to erupt.
At this point, both the players and the Four-Eyed race had settled on one principle: if we don’t get to eat, then no one eats.
As a result, both the players and the Four-Eyed race had become the main targets of brawls for the rest of the trainees.
When mealtime ended, both groups were dragged out of the cafeteria by the other trainees.
Lying on the ground, bruised and battered, the players and Four-Eyed trainees locked eyes. Though neither had the strength to move, they still exchanged harsh words.
“Ghosty, hungry or not?” Li Zheng, his lips swollen like sausages, looked at Ghost Eye and asked.
“Not hungry!”
“If you kneel and beg for mercy, we’ll let you eat tomorrow… or you can always scavenge leftovers off the floor,” Dirt Poor followed up, teasingly.
“I am a warrior of the Four-Eyed race. I will never submit to the weak,” one of Ghost Eye’s racial kin growled before Ghost Eye could speak, but speaking too forcefully tugged at his wounds, making him hiss in pain.
Hearing this, Murderous Intent Rising couldn’t help clapping while lying on the ground.
“Let’s see if your mouths stay as tough as your fists. We keep going. Whoever chickens out is a coward’s grandson!”
“If we’re afraid, we don’t deserve to be Four-Eyed race!”
“It’s settled then. Tomorrow we fight again.”
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