"Childish."
Su Qiangwei, with an aloof deanor, wrote: "Little one, how old are you this year?"
The golden little Walnut instantly cald down from its frazzled state and answered honestly: "I’m already half a year old!"
???
Su Qiangwei looked dazed, turning her head to glance at Ma Ran: "This little thing isn’t even a year old?"
Ma Ran raised an eyebrow and replied calmly: "Yes."
The girl was unwilling: "Does their species reach adulthood at half a year old?"
What the heck is half a year?
Has Master Qiangwei been contending with an infant all this ti?
"You’re overthinking it, the average lifespan of the 98725 species far exceeds Earth humans, and within the next half-century, they’re considered juvenile."
Upon hearing Ma Ran’s explanation, Su Qiangwei felt her ears burning.
Never lose even if you lose in argunt!
The girl glanced lightly at 98725: "Little baby, from now on, big sister will protect you."
The little Walnut floating in the air imdiately shrunk behind Ma Ran, twisting its body.
It felt that with its innate divine techniques, there were only a few on Earth who could bully it, and it was grateful Su Qiangwei didn’t even bother it!
"Ti to get serious."
Ma Ran glanced at Zhang Qianren, who no longer kneeled on the ground retching, and scanned the group present: "Sikong Si, Cheng Lixing, Zhang Qianren, Zhu Hanyi, Wu Di, 98725, you six form a team."
"The final test for Sikong Si and Cheng Lixing, and Zhang Qianren’s interview content, are only two words..."
"Survive!"
After speaking, he looked towards Zhu Hanyi and Wu Di: "Unless necessary, try to hold back and give the newcors so opportunities to train."
"98725 will stay with you, responsible for contacting ."
For newcors, practical training is very important.
Originally, the Grass Hut Academy, without Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei, even with elites like Wan Haihao, Li Xing, and Wu Di raising the average, their overall strength was only comparable to other academies.
After the Space Academy Battle, the mbers of Grass Hut Academy shared their experiences of being beheaded and their waists severed on the Earth Super Forum without reservation, and although many said they had nightmares for days after returning to Earth, their growth was visible to the naked eye.
After detecting the overall combat power level of Grass Hut Academy, the special superpower talent from the General Staff once again raised its internal rank by several places.
Sikong Si, Cheng Lixing, Zhang Qianren, all have very high potential, so Ma Ran brought them to this planet.
"Alright!"
"Got it."
"Don’t worry, Brother Ran, with here, they won’t have any issues!"
After receiving everyone’s response, Ma Ran smiled slightly and took Su Qiangwei’s arm, their figures blurred and disappeared without a trace.
For a mont, only three newcors, two academy elites, and one little Walnut were left on the scene.
"We’re no longer on Earth."
After Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei disappeared, the first to speak was Sikong Si.
He looked calm, but his eyes revealed inner turbulence: "We’ve even left the boundaries of the Solar System."
"Our ultimate goal is rely survival."
"The simpler the task requirents, the higher the difficulty."
"Everyone, don’t let your guard down."
Standing beside him, Cheng Lixing imdiately chid in, his expression serious: "This is indeed not Earth, and..."
"There’s killing and death everywhere, everyone must be cautious!"
As the oldest person present, Zhang Qianren listened in bewildernt, feeling he must have missed so important conversation earlier.
Why does it feel like these people are speaking in riddles?
"Xiao Cheng’s superpower is an Under Developnt class [Wind Qi Judgnt]."
Zhu Hanyi from Sichuan Qinglian Academy explained: "Anywhere he goes, he can clearly perceive and accurately determine the local customs and atmosphere imdiately."
Zhang Qianren nodded thoughtfully.
Sounds like a fairly useless superpower.
But he is the first-generation chanician painstakingly cultivated by the nation, reigning supre with cha, not relying on superpowers for a living, whether his powers are strong or weak doesn’t matter.
"Wait..."
Zhang Qianren felt he’d found a blind spot.
He stared wide-eyed at Sikong Si and Cheng Lixing: "Where are your chas?"
The supposed formal chanician qualification final assessnt, yet no cha is brought?
Could it be that the nation has already developed space storage equipnt, able to carry large chas around through small ornants?
But...
Neither Sikong Si nor Cheng Lixing wore rings, earrings, pendants, or had any suspicious tattoos on their wrists or backs of their hands.
"Didn’t bring them."
Cheng Lixing shrugged: "Maybe the [Prophet] has high expectations of us and purposely increased the mission difficulty..."
Saying this, he looked at the person he was most familiar with on site, Sikong Si, and teased: "Dongfeng cha, mission accomplished."
"If I ca with the [Golden Dragon], I’d probably just be a scout, if Sikong’s [Dongfeng] was here, we’d probably steamroll right through."
"Thus, there’d be no training significance."
"After all, chas are a large part of the chanician’s combat power, but not the entirety. Even without chas, we can’t beco bugs that can easily be crushed by enemies."
Just as he finished speaking, Sikong Si imdiately countered: "Right, but not completely right."
"The [Prophet] not allowing us to bring chas is actually reducing our survival difficulty."
"Haven’t realized yet?"
"Look at the technological developnt level of this planet, though it only equates to Earth’s 1980s or 90s, the architecture, vehicles, and tech equipnt used by civilians are all behind Earth, yet they... are strong!"
Hearing this, except for Zhang Qianren and 98725, the other team mbers tensed up, their muscles tight, ready for battle.
Sikong Si quietly explained: "My ability is [Strong Insight], for targets weaker than myself, it’s of no use, but..."
"Any life form stronger than appears transparent before my eyes."
"On this street, there are about three hundred people, over eighty of them are stronger than !"
"Although most of my combat power lies in the cha, these people are obviously just civilians, not professional combat personnel!"
After the landing, it was soon discovered that the architectural style of this planet sowhat resembled China in the 80s and 90s, buildings mostly in red and black, with pedestrians averaging around 1.9 ters tall, skin blood-red, and long bony tails hanging from their backs.
Their expressions were fierce, as if each had a volatile temperant, ready to engage in a conflict over a look or a word at any mont.
"The [Prophet] and the [Martial God] probably gave us a temporary protection, making these natives overlook our physical differences, and allowing us to understand their language."
Sikong Si took a deep breath: "Everyone should act in teams, focus on gathering intelligence first, and act as circumstances dictate."
Zhu Hanyi stroked the Rain Boiling Sword at his waist and nodded slightly: "I have no objections."
Little Walnut, as if it had arrived in a paradise, wriggled its round body into the sky, looking around eagerly, appearing joyful and lively.
Wu Di, however, frowned, his gaze passing over his teammates to a red-skinned person about 1.98 ters tall nearby, exuding cold air, loudly saying: "You’ve been staring at my companions since just now."
"And..."
"Your gaze makes it seem like you’re looking at dead people."
"That’s impolite behavior."
"You should apologize."
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