The Tiger Flood Dragon Army gave Feng Qiu and Li Feng an opportunity, but they failed to seize it. So after being sent back, they worked with fierce determination.
"You guys can hold up," Zhuang Ziqing said reluctantly, "but I don’t want to work so hard. If none of you rest, how can I rest alone?"
"I have a way," Feng Qiu said as he pulled out the Earth Mirror and stuffed it into Zhuang Ziqing’s arms.
"What is this?" Zhuang Ziqing took the Earth Mirror with a puzzled look, and what it displayed was a query page showing Zhao Xing’s ranking and combat achievents.
"What? Zhao Xing has 86,000 in combat achievents?!!" Zhuang Ziqing’s eyes widened, "Didn’t he just leave the retreat three days ago?"
"No matter how fast he travels, it will still take a day or two to get to the place, and it hasn’t been long. How has he rushed into the top five thousand of the Seventh-grade list?!"
Feng Qiu and Li Feng were silent because they also couldn’t understand how Zhao Xing could advance so quickly.
Feng Qiu and Li Feng had one thing in common: they had both been outdone by Zhao Xing.
Naturally, they paid close attention to Zhao Xing’s movents.
They had no idea until they looked: What a shock it was.
86,000 in combat achievents! Ranked in the four-thousands!
Feng Qiu was still hovering around the seventy-thousand mark, and Li Feng was even further down at a hundred thousand. Only Zhuang Ziqing and Shi Yong had killed their way into the top ten thousand.
But Zhao Xing had just left his retreat, and now he was already in the top five thousand!
Feng Qiu was clearly conveying a ssage by slapping the Earth Mirror into Zhuang Ziqing’s hands: Are you still tired?
How could you possibly sleep?
Now you understand why we’re working so desperately, right?
Sure enough, Zhuang Ziqing beca alert: "Damn it, in the Ten Suns Cave Heaven he was so... in his words, ’hard-working’, and on the battlefield, he’s the sa?!"
With a fling of his hand, Zhuang Ziqing threw the Earth Mirror back to Feng Qiu, his voice brimming with killing intent, "Work! Everyone get to work! I’m not sleeping anymore!"
....
In the front line of the Tiger Flood Dragon Army’s combat zone.
A line of Marching Halls was hidden within the mountain area.
Shi Yong, who had just finished a battle, dragged his tired body back to his tent.
Just as he was about to rest, he noticed his Earth Mirror trembling slightly.
There was a ssage on it.
It was from Zhuang Ziqing.
[Look at Zhao Xing’s ranking, quickly!]
"See Zhao Xing’s ranking?" Shi Yong was puzzled, "He has only just left his retreat, what’s there to see."
But since Zhuang Ziqing said so, Shi Yong opened the ranking list to check.
After seeing it, Shi Yong fell silent.
He wanted to send a ssage to Zhuang Ziqing, but he didn’t know what to say for a long ti. In the end, he just silently put away the Earth Mirror and gave up on the idea of resting, starting to run to the Marching Hall to practice his exercises.
....
From one to ten, ten to a hundred.
Before long, Zhao Xing’s anomalously soaring combat achievent numbers caught the attention of Xia Jing, Cao Shuang, Jiang Tianming, Feng Qi, and others.
"He’s just arrived on the battlefield and has already made it into the top four thousand?" Xia Jing doubted his eyes as he looked at the ranking, "I’m just over three thousand, but I’ve been fighting for nearly half a month."
"Brother Xia, why are you looking at ?" Guan Junyang said helplessly, "How could I comprehend such a thing? Could it be luck?"
"Luck?" Xia Jing laughed, "You haven’t stayed in Cloud City; you don’t know Zhao Xing."
"Give the sa luck to soone else, facing a squad of Seventh-rank aliens fully laden with spoils, and they might not be able to kill them."
"Or rather, they might not even notice them."
"86,000 in combat achievents, that must be seventy or eighty Seventh-ranks; such a squad must be aboard a warship with extrely high stealth capabilities." Guan Junyang shook his head, "It would be hard for to detect. If I were in the Divine Might Army, not partnering with you, facing such a squad, I would have to flee."
Xia Jing had no more to say; to say more would be to demoralize Guan Junyang.
But his heart still held fond mories of partnering with Zhao Xing in Cloud City.
Why didn’t the Xuanjia Army dig him over back then?
I’d gladly trade ten Guan Junyangs for one Zhao Xing... Xia Jing thought silently in his heart, but he smiled and patted Guan Junyang on the shoulder:
"Hahaha, Brother Guan, what are you saying? You’re not just anybody. You can do it for sure! Your potential is limitless, even ten Zhao Xings might not compare to you."
...
In the Military Realm, King Heavenly Destiny and the Lingde King were ditating inside the Hundred Soldiers Tower.
"Hum~"
Suddenly, the figure of Luo Hou King appeared on the top floor.
As he appeared, the air around seed to turn ice-cold, and the expression on Luo Hou King’s face was as frigid as millennia-old ice.
"Hmm? Luo Hou, what’s the matter?" Lingde King asked, looking at Luo Hou King with confusion, "Why is your killing intent so strong? Who has provoked you?"
"Hmph, who else could it be. It’s our beloved Prince Liang," Luo Hou King said coldly.
"Luo Hou, did Prince Liang approach you?" Heavenly Destiny King inquired, "Is he trying to use your connection to push people into positions?"
"Yes," Luo Hou King nodded, "He wants to push two hundred Sixth-Rank Generals into the armies of the five Grotto Heavens."
"He ntioned five hundred to ," Heavenly Destiny King laughed, "It seems he thought you, Luo Hou, were too tough to deal with, so he quoted a lower number."
"He said a thousand to ," Lingde King chid in with a wry smile; among the three of them, he was a Commandery Prince, and in terms of status among Princes, one level lower than Luo Hou and Heavenly Destiny.
"Did you agree?" asked Heavenly Destiny King.
"No," Lingde King shook his head, "With much persuasion, I managed to get him to leave."
"You had to say nice things?" Luo Hou King sat down with a sweep of his hand: "If you don’t agree, then you don’t agree. The rules of the Military Realm are there, what else is there to say?"
Clearly, Luo Hou and Prince Liang had had an unpleasant encounter; even ntioning Prince Liang brought a stern tone to Luo Hou King’s voice.
"Enough, let’s not talk about him," Heavenly Destiny King said with a smile, "Let’s discuss sothing more cheerful, such as our last bet."
Heavenly Destiny King and Luo Hou King had made a wager based on Xia Jing and Zhao Xing’s performance, with a Seventh-rank Divine Weapon on the line.
Heavenly Destiny King bet that both of them would beco marquises in the first batch, and even second-rank marquises, while Luo Hou King bet that they wouldn’t.
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