That's right. There had never been anyone who could walk out alive from such a gentle embrace.
Torres Academy. Bobo Torres. 14 years old. 146cm tall. 32kg weight.
"Ha. Indeed, it's Adorable Bobo, the genius young master of the Torres Family. However, is it really good for him to participate in the CHF at the age of 14?"
"He had already entered the Torres Academy last year. This year, he's a second year student."
"Wait. That's not right, right? A 14 year old shouldn't look that young, right? Developmental problems? Physical defects? This little fellow looks to be at most 8 or 9 years old. "
"Brother, I advise you not to ask about this. This is a taboo for Adorable Bobo. If he hears about it, you'll die …"
The serious warning gave that brother a fright, while the Tianjing audience, who were engrossed in watching the bullet screen, looked at each other in embarrassment. Hymin and even Barran were extremely curious about this question, and were just about to ask about it.
"I think he encountered a problem in his training when he was 8 or 9 years old. Ever since then, his body stopped developing." Scarlet shook her head with a sigh. "Indeed, being a summoner is a high-risk occupation."
Wang Zhong fully agreed with this point. Thinking back to the time when he had gone to the sea of fire to train, and how Simba had chattered endlessly like a bomb, Wang Zhong felt that it was truly a matter worth celebrating that he had not gone berserk.
Compared to the popularity queen Laura and the frightening taboo Bobo, the final Soul Beast Master to appear appeared extremely normal. His appearance was very ordinary, and his expression was exceedingly calm and polite. Mo Ling from the Mo Family.
Heaven's Fate Academy. Mo Ling. 19 years old. 175cm tall. 70kg weight.
Although he did not display his strength, there was basically no one that did not know about it. His abilities were completely different from his appearance, as he possessed 4 Soul Beasts. Unlike Laura and Bobo, his Soul Beasts did not directly participate in combat, but could fuse with him, allowing Mo Ling to possess the additional strength of his Soul Beasts.
"There's still a huge difference between Mo Ling and a traditional summoner. She's unable to directly summon a Soul Beast, but is instead able to summon a 'Soul', which allows her to change her own state. It's an extremely unique innate special ability. I've heard that she has four different forms: Bear, Leopard, Tortoise and Eagle. They respectively represent strength, speed, defence and flight. She's practically omnipotent!" said Scarlet.
Hymin nodded her head in agreement. "The most frightening thing is that these four forms are coupled with the Mo Family's direct line of martial arts. They're simply too powerful."
If one were to pick out the best academies within the Federation, they would definitely be the Stuart Academy, Heaven Grade Academy, Martial Ghosts and Divine Emperor Academy, and at the very most, Grozny Academy. Only academies like Copperfield could be considered as the best. As for Tianjing … their mission was to pass through the elimination rounds and enter the main competition. This was the goal of Greene, Moore and the rest. However, Wang Zhong had no intentions of stopping at the elimination rounds.
Just relying on Wang Zhong alone wasn't enough, as the CHF was a duel followed by a group battle. There had never been such a heaven-defying individual in the history of the CHF. However, the Tianjing squadron had Grai. As long as the other members of the squadron were able to coordinate with one another, they would be able to create a miracle.
The stronger his opponents were, the more excited Wang Zhong became.
Molton Potter didn't have the slightest mood to care about the matters of Copperfield Academy. At the borders of the Tutankhamun Empire, in the world of the pyramids, in the depths of the Death Desert.
Braving the intense sandstorm, Molton raised his head and confirmed that the sun had just risen in the horizon. The sky was about to brighten, and he needed to immediately prepare a campsite for resting during the day.
In this desert region, which was known as the Death Training by the people of Tutankhamun, the radiation during the day would reach a peak that was fatal to new humans. Other than a few mutated insects, there weren't any other life forms present during the day.
Molton quickly found a sand dune that was suitable for resting. This sand dune was sheltered from the wind, allowing it to block out the incessant winds of the Death Desert.
After confirming the most suitable location, Molton quickly took out pieces of beast bones that were engraved with runes. Quickly connecting them together, a mysterious power immediately formed an anti-radiation ring beneath the sand dune that was large enough to accommodate two people.
The mysterious power of runes was something that Molton had obtained after entering the Death Desert in exchange for his anti-radiation tent and a Tutankhamun soldier. The "simple and unsophisticated" Tutankhamun soldier had spent a long time trying to understand Molton's actions. Although the tent from the Federation was much more extravagant than the rune beast bones, it was a completely new experience for Molton.
Since he was here, he wanted to experience the Tutankhamun Death Desert as it was. He didn't want people to discount the results of his trial because of these things.
Molton squeezed into the protective ring of runes and took out his water sack. Very carefully, he drank a small mouthful of water. Suppressing the urge to drink to his heart's content, he took out another piece of jerky and slowly gnawed on it. Halfway through his meal, Molton once again suppressed his desire. He wrapped up the jerky and placed it back into his supply bag.
After checking his remaining supplies, he found that he still had five and a half pieces of jerky and a water sack that was 70% full. This was enough for him to survive in the Death Desert for another week. He secretly calculated that this was the time he would have to stay at the border. If he wanted to stay longer or eat more every day, he would have to hunt for sandworms of sufficient value in the next two days. Only then would he be able to exchange for water from the Death Camp.
To the noble young masters and ladies of the Tutankhamun Empire, the training in the world of the pyramids was of greater significance. It would coat their resumes with a layer of golden brilliance. In other words, the training here wasn't focused on combat, but diplomacy, business, and understanding how the Tutankhamun Empire could turn a powerful empire into a vassal state without sacrificing a single soldier.
Culture control, thought invasion, ideology implantation …
This was a type of war that was different from force. It was more secretive and more dangerous.
To Molton Potter, this kind of training had indeed broadened his horizons. If he wanted to become a qualified leader one day or become the head of the Potter Family, his experience here would become a heavy cornerstone for him.
However, being like a fish in water wasn't Molton's original intention for coming here. He came here to train, but after half a year, he realized that he was incompatible with this world. Of course, he had encountered some dangers, but none of them were conflicts with others. Even if there were, once others found out that he was from the Federation, the black hurricane would turn into a gentle breeze.
An indescribable sense of disappointment filled him. He was sure that the Tutankhamun Empire was truly powerful. The cruel birth defect had made everyone a new human being. From the moment they were born, they lived in danger every minute and every second. The warriors of Tutankhamun who grew up in this way were extremely powerful, and there were even more freakish geniuses!
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