Chapter 92-1: Secret Assistance (1) |
Two days later.
Training Field.
Li Zheng and his Grind Kings brothers were once again engaged in wall-smashing training.
The medical room had restored their strength and energy, but the sense of hunger and fatigue lingered constantly.
The all-nighter battle had now continued for two days.
The pain level was skyrocketing.
While tormenting the Poro race, they themselves clearly weren’t spared.
It was like hurting the enemy by a thousand only to lose five hundred of your own.
Once the extracurricular training project had begun, there was no stopping it.
The situation in the Water Valley Training Camp was exactly the same.
They didn’t dare gamble on whether there would be a night raid, so they constantly had to be ready for battle.
Rather than staying tense and waiting for a fight that might happen, it was better to simply charge in and fight it out.
Thus, the all-nighter battle was unavoidable.
The only way to resolve it was for one side to swallow its pride and give the other side a way out.
But everyone admitted into the training camp was elite within their respective races. They all carried pride in their hearts. Most importantly, it was fine to lose face personally, but they absolutely could not shame their race.
Because of these complex emotions, neither side’s new recruits were willing to back down.
During regular training hours, both sides put on an eager expression, as if they couldn’t wait for the next round of brawling.
But only they themselves knew how bitter it truly was inside.
This was a battle they had to grit their teeth and endure.
At this moment, from Li Zheng’s perspective.
While swinging his stone hammer to smash the wall, a minimized forum window hovered on the left side of his vision, which he scrolled through with his mind, occasionally dropping a comment on threads that caught his interest.
This was one of the few joys he had inside the training camp.
From the player posts on the forum, he learned that back home a raging swarm outbreak had erupted, with players, the Swarm, and the terrifying Black Tide all locked in fierce combat.
A passionate three-way melee.
The craziest part was that both the Swarm and Black Tide were growth-type forces.
Their strength steadily increased as they rampaged across the land.
Fortunately, players’ growth speed still outpaced both the Black Tide and the Swarm. The major guild leaders on the forum were already planning tactics for assaulting the next Territory Node.
Li Zheng and his Grind Kings brothers, stuck inside the training camp, naturally couldn’t participate, so they could only offer a few self-proclaimed helpful suggestions online.
Among all the information, what made him happiest was the return of his old forum friend Darkness Approaches.
Previously, he had heard that Darkness Approaches had dismantled his Star Vein, sold all his sacrificial power to the God Temple Guild’s leader God King, and was worried that something serious might have happened to him in real life.
But judging by his recent active posts and new sacrificial power purchasing threads, it was clear the trouble had passed.
While flipping through the threads, Li Zheng’s hands never stopped.
He swung the stone hammer again and again against the crystal wall, his palms splitting open from the impact, blood seeping out.
But he had long since grown used to it.
As long as it wasn’t life-threatening, the medical room and medics in the training camp could heal any injury.
Minor pain no longer bothered him.
The pain from brawling daily with the Water Valley trainees was far worse than hammering walls.
Time passed. Suddenly, a clap of thunder echoed from the sky, drawing the attention of Li Zheng and the others.
A spatial vortex suddenly tore open above the training camp, and a shuttle emerged, descending directly onto the center of the training field.
As the hatch opened, the younger generation of the Icecrack race arrived for observation, led by their elder.
Exhausted, Li Zheng and the others immediately stopped and slowly straightened up, raising their heads to look at the Icecrack race members, especially the young figure leading them.
The boy appeared about fifteen years old, his skin as flawless as freshly fallen snow, pure and spotless. He had long, silky ice-blue hair, and his eyes resembled two pure sapphires. His robe was embroidered with intricate and delicate ice-flower patterns that shimmered with a soft silvery-blue luster under the light, exuding an ethereal aura, though a strong arrogance was barely hidden between his brows.
[Ice Snow (Icecrack race)]
Hunt Level: 29
Target Profile: Direct descendant of the Icecrack race, one of the ten royal races under the Anti-Tide Legion, possessing the racial talent to control extreme frost.
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After glancing at the analysis information, Li Zheng no longer paid attention and resumed hammering the wall.
Before the Icecrack race’s arrival, Instructor Mad Sand had already informed them that royal descendants would be visiting for observation.
They were different from the regular trainees in the camp.
The Icecrack race was only here for observation and did not participate in any training.
Because this batch of Icecrack trainees was still too young and had not yet reached the standard required to enter the training camp.
According to Mad Sand’s explanation, although they appeared to be around their early teens, these Icecrack youths were actually only eight years old.
The purpose of their visit was to familiarize themselves in advance with the training challenges they would face in the future, to mentally prepare themselves.
“My race’s juniors will be left in your care for the next three days. I will return to pick them up then.”
After a brief exchange with Mad Sand, the Icecrack elder turned and left.
The Icecrack juniors were arranged to watch the wall-smashing training from the sidelines.
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