"Subordinate from Headquarters, Luo Shishui, Peak of Eighth Grade King level! Reporting to the Commander! The Commander’s power is as mighty as the heavens, I am in awe."
Luo Shishui is an interesting character, instantly getting into character.
Fang Che asked sternly: "Luo Shishui, you have been defeated, what do you have to say?"
"Subordinate Luo Shishui, willing to surrender and join your ranks."
Luo Shishui, straightforward, clasped his hands and said: "I hope Boss will accept ."
"Granted!"
Fang Che nodded sternly: "Join the ranks."
"Thank you, Boss!"
Luo Shishui eagerly ran over, joined the team, and asked: "What’s going on? Does everyone have to do this once? Who’s next?"
"Whoever opens the door, it’s them."
"That’s great!"
Luo Shishui grew expectant.
Following this, Fang Che recruited four more subordinates.
Having gathered a total of thirty-six people, no more ca.
It seems it’s just these thirty-six people.
Fang Che asked: "Among us, how do we select? We can’t have all thirty-six in battle, right? How many final spots are there, does anyone know?"
"It’s nine."
Luo Shishui and so from headquarters together said: "Of our thirty-six, the final ones to fight are nine. Twenty-seven people must be eliminated. The battles start tomorrow."
Another called ng Wuheng said: "But Boss Fang and Feng Yu Xue, the three of you probably don’t need to worry, there’s already four spots. So the remaining thirty-two must compete for five spots."
Luo Shishui clasped his hands: "Everyone, please go easy on , I must get into the battle list, otherwise if I return without being selected, my father will surely kill ."
"As if being unselected would feel any better for us going back."
A guy nad Tan Dashi rolled his eyes: "If I lose this ti, this flesh of mine might get beaten to pulp."
"I am Chu Wuqing, sorry, but of the nine spots, I must secure one, everyone, forgive ."
"Get lost! Why do you get to decide a spot?"
"If you don’t believe, then fight!"
Chu Wuqing was very confident and said: "Boss Fang’s montum is strong, but in actual combat, he might not be my match."
Fang Che nodded: "Your feeling is very correct."
Everyone laughed.
What a joke, how could soone with such strong montum have weak combat power?
Being young, talking brought everyone closer.
Fang Che noticed sothing odd, which was: these thirty-six people were very straightforward, fully displaying their truest selves.
This included family background, combat power, and techniques outside direct combat.
At all tis, they engaged in lively discussions.
For the strong, everyone showed equal respect.
As long as soone stronger was in the sa camp, people would yield instantly and ask for advice.
No jealousy, no pettiness, no scheming, no gloating, nothing like stepping on others to climb up... none of that existed.
Every person displayed their true character habits while also being as humble as possible.
Fang Che admired greatly in his heart.
"This is what a genius truly is! This is how real geniuses behave!"
The higher the status, the more honest they beco.
From the mont they t, they had already begun paving the way for their future comrades’ benefit.
Always prepared, together, for a battlefield or any dangerous place in the future, to join forces.
Even though it was just a short contact.
But Fang Che firmly believed one thing: if they t on the battlefield, or if each led their own team and t in a complex terrain.
They only need to introduce themselves: I am so and so...
The two armies could imdiately understand, based on each other’s character, and work together perfectly seamlessly!
This is the true world of geniuses!
In such a team, Fang Che feels extrely pleased.
He’s just regretting there is no sign of Mo Gan Yun, Yu Zhongge, Qiu Yunshang, Jing Shuanggao, Ding Jie Ran here.
Why are they not here?
Are they in the Martial Marquis Formation? But in the Southeast army, they weren’t seen.
Fang Che pondered in his heart.
To say they would all be unselected, Fang Che absolutely did not believe.
...
In the underground secret base of Guardian Headquarters.
Mo Gan Yun’s tower-like body was undergoing testing.
"Peak of Ninth Grade King level! Very good!"
Afterwards, Yu Zhongge and others were also at Ninth grade King level.
They had been here for a long ti.
Secretly undergoing training, being pushed to their limits every day. Even nights weren’t idle, using various thods to enhance their Divine Sense.
With every day, their combat power was advancing rapidly.
This rate of progress even shocked themselves.
However... each one of their skins still faintly shimred with a purple hue.
This was the Purple Crystal Soul not fully digested.
If they went out now, the high-level opponents could imdiately see that these four guys had received the opportunity, which was the Purple Crystal Soul.
The Guardian getting the Purple Crystal Ore wasn’t a big deal.
But, if the four got the Purple Crystal Soul and absorbed it, leaking the news would cause an imdiate shockwave.
The Wei Wo Zheng Sect would definitely not allow such geniuses to live. Especially four!
If allowed to grow, they’d be at least four Ningxue Swords.
How could Wei Wo Zheng Sect be willing to bear this consequence? They would do anything to destroy it!
And if the other side knows and is determined to destroy these four, it would truly be difficult to protect them!
The main reason is that the opportunity this ti is enormous, and they’re being pushed so hard that what was shared among the four has not been digested enough to go unnoticed.
Moreover, the energy of the Purple Crystal Soul is still an endless reservoir within each person.
Mo Gan Yun, with a ’Chao Fangche’ red scarf on his head, grew more robust, almost reaching two and a half ters in height.
With arms outstretched, Qiu Yunshang and Jing Shuanggao could each use one to do pull-ups...
"I think after this ti, you can definitely take off that red cloth."
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