A Good Romance
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Ling Han returned, and when he told the Empress of Mao Dai's words, the Empress was instantly overjoyed.
What she treasured the most was naturally her relationship with Ling Han, which she definitely could not sever. This made her resolve to love Ling Han for the rest of her life even if she did not advance into the Severing Mundane Tier.
However, there was actually another choice.
Striking the heaven and earth was definitely more difficult than striking one's self, and the difficulty might not be just a little bit, but rather 10 or 100 times, but she could retain her relationship with Ling Han, and could also far surpass ordinary Severing Mundane Tiers in battle prowess. For the incredibly proud Empress, this was her only choice, and also the best choice.
Without Ding Hu's existence, Ling Han's days were naturally much better, but there were also many people who were very cautious, and still maintained their distance from Ling Han. Perhaps they would join the White Tiger Army in future?
Training continued, but after only five days, Ling Han, Mao Shuyu, and the others were gathered together. Aside from Ding Xiaochen who was not the captain, the other nine were all.
Long Gaofei sat down, glanced at the 10 people, and said, "Today, I have gathered you all together to have you participate in a competition. Your opponent is one of the Azure Dragon Army, White Tiger Army, and Vermilion Bird Army."
"Tu Kang." He paused, and looked to the side. "You will explain the following details."
"Yes, milord," Tu Kang answered respectfully first, and then began to explain.
As it turned out, there were a total of 237 One Star Cities under the rule of the Black Moon Sect. Every few hundred or 1,000 years, these forces under their rule would organize a team of 10 people to go to Black Moon City to participate in a competition, limited to Genesis Tiers.
This was the so-called opportunity after joining the Dark Moon Army. If they could stand out and obtain the recognition of a certain higher-up of the Black Moon Sect, they would have a chance to stay in a Two Star City, and in future, they might even have a chance to go to a Three Star City and be targeted by the Fu Clan.
However, usually, the three regular armies would directly fight, and after drawing lots, one team would be left out. The two teams that were drawn would fight first, and the winner would then fight the team that was left out. This final winner would be able to represent Dark Moon City in the competition.
This time, for the sake of "fairness", they decided to add one more team. However, it was obvious that no matter which of the three regular troops drew Ling Han's team, they would have a great advantage.
The regular army will lose to the reserve army.
Ling Han naturally did not think so. Perhaps there were geniuses among geniuses in the regular army, but compared to him, they were nothing.
Unfortunately, the Empress could not participate. This time, only the captains of the 10 teams would be chosen.
Then why was Ding Xiaochen allowed to come?
The captain of his team said that he was not feeling well, so he gave up his spot. Thus, Ding Xiaochen took up the spot.
What discomfort? It was definitely because the Ding Clan had used both kindness and intimidation to force that person to give up his spot.
If they could win and represent the Dark Moon Army in battle, then each of them would be able to obtain a hundred Star Stones as a reward, and if they could obtain a relatively good ranking in the battle of Black Moon City, then the reward would be even more abundant.
In fact, the three great clans had even announced that if they could obtain first place, each of them would be rewarded with a piece of One Star Pseudo-Divine Metal.
One should not think that One Star Pseudo-Divine Metal was worthless. On the contrary, if one wanted to perfectly fuse two pieces of Level 20 Godly metal together, the cost of this was extremely high, and it would require a Severing Mundane Tier elite to forge it day and night.
Furthermore, not every Severing Mundane Ancestor could do it. They had to have extremely high attainments in forging, and this determined that even One Star Pseudo-Divine Metal was incredibly valuable.
To say nothing of the others, even Ding Xiaochen could not suppress his greed. If he could obtain a Pseudo-Celestial Tool in the Genesis Tier, how cool would that be?
He knew his own limitations. At least 100,000,000 more years of accumulation would be needed before he could possibly advance into the Severing Mundane Tier. Thus, the temptation of a Pseudo-Celestial Tool was naturally great. Otherwise, he would have to wait until he had advanced into the Severing Mundane Tier before his clan would bestow a Pseudo-Celestial Tool upon him.
But there was a practical problem. How were they supposed to compete with the regular army? The latter had cultivated for innumerable years more than them, and had even better teamwork, able to completely unleash the battle prowess of 10 people, or even stronger. What about them?
It had only been a few days, so what kind of teamwork could they develop? Furthermore, among those that could stand out in the regular army, which one of them was not an invincible elite in the Genesis Tier?
There was no limit to the Genesis Tier. As long as the number of heavenly bodies reached 10,000,000, they would have completed the accumulation of Origin Power, and if their comprehension of cultivation level was also sufficient, they could attempt to break through to the Severing Mundane Tier.
Thus, their power could completely break through the limit of 10,000,000 heavenly bodies, and cultivating for a few hundred million or even a few billion more years would still have a considerable advantage. Of course, after 10,000,000 heavenly bodies, wanting to form new heavenly bodies would become more and more difficult, just like how after Eternal River Tiers had surpassed 1,000,000 heavenly bodies, every step forward would be extremely difficult. Only prodigies could continue to advance triumphantly.
With the gap in power, and the gap in teamwork, how could they have any hope of winning?
Even Ding Xiaochen and Mao Shuyu were shaking their heads. They were only accompanying the crown prince in his studies, and did not have to consider the possibility of winning at all.
After returning and making some preparations, they set out on their journey, heading towards the camp of the Dark Moon Army.
Though they were the role of accompanying the crown prince in his studies, the other three teams were not, so they naturally had to choose their members well. This was a battle that would represent Dark Moon City, so the three great clans were also very concerned, and wanted to strive to obtain a good result.
From a certain perspective, this was also a demonstration of the strength of a great city, and was of great importance.
The battle would be held three days later, and taking advantage of these three days, Ling Han's reserve troops were also making last-minute preparations. Before the battle began, they would always hold on to a sliver of hope.
But a mere three days' time, how could it be enough for them to work together into a single fist?
To say nothing of anything else, merely based on the conflict between Ling Han and Ding Xiaochen, it was impossible for them to form a tacit understanding.
Three days later, they all entered the battlefield, their expressions filled with disappointment. They would just treat it as going through the motions.
The four teams drew lots to decide their respective opponents. Ling Han's group was represented by Tu Kang, and the final result was that the Azure Dragon Army faced the Vermilion Bird Army, and the White Tiger Army faced the reserve troops.
Seeing this result, the Ding Clan and the White Tiger Army both smiled. This meant that they had already advanced.
Unless the Azure Dragon Army and the Vermilion Bird Army had reached some kind of agreement, once they fought it out, no matter which team won, it could only be a pyrrhic victory. If they faced the White Tiger Army again, they naturally could only lose.
This kind of battle could not possibly alarm any powerful figures, but there were still three vice commanders that appeared. The Severing Mundane Tier elite of the Ding Clan was precisely Ding Hu. His eyes swept over Ling Han, and a flash of killing intent flashed past his eyes.
A mighty Severing Mundane Ancestor actually could not do anything to a mere Great Saint?
Humph, if he did not kill this brat, where would his face be?
"Begin."
The four teams entered the battlefield at the same time, and each team had 10 people. The rules were very simple. They would gang up on each other until all the members of one side were defeated.
"Let's admit defeat," Ding Xiaochen immediately said. Since the opponent was his own team, he naturally hoped that the White Tiger Army would win as easily as possible.
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