Chapter 119

However, the big turntable wouldn't shift according to his thoughts.

The investment this time was still fifty million spirit stones!

The big turntable spun non-stop, and finally, a diamond-like brilliant light appeared.

Even Ning An couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"It seems the ability drawn this time isn't very good."

Although he invested many spirit stones, it didn't mean he could 100% draw a good ability.

Theoretically, fifty million spirit stones could also draw an ability with silver or gold light.

Of course, many abilities were actually quite good!

Silver and gold light couldn't represent everything.

For example, the martial arts talent doubling at the beginning was a ghostly green light.

Even now, it had quite a few uses.

【Time Trap (Special Class): Allows the opponent to fall into a time trap and stagnate for one second.】

【Restriction: Can be used once every ten days; strength must not exceed one major realm of oneself!】

When seeing this new ability, Ning An's eyes lit up slightly.

Because this ability was of huge help in battle.

Although one second wasn't much!

It was enough to do too many things.

Especially between strong individuals, a difference of one second could decide life and death.

The only thing Ning An felt was a pity

was that it could only be used once every ten days.

Which meant in the next month, it could only be used three times.

And involving time-related abilities!

This was not something high-grade martial artists could touch.

However, the abilities given by the system were no problem.

Ning An couldn't help but start looking forward to the upcoming great battle!

Nanjiang Martial Arts University had already received notification that support personnel would arrive tomorrow.

He didn't know exactly how many people would be sent, but he estimated it wouldn't be too many.

After all, during the Southwest Conference, it was decided that the main attack point this time would be the Shucheng Base.

Other Myriad Races Battlefields, although also attacking, would choose freely according to their respective battlefield situations.

That is to say, if they found too many casualties, they wouldn't need to continue choosing to attack...

The next day

In front of Nanjiang Martial Arts University, a team of people wearing Federation military uniforms appeared.

Their figures were like dragons, and their momentum was sharp!

Even from far away, the students could feel the murderous aura on their bodies.

It was clear that these people had retreated from some battlefield.

"Why would the Federation military come to the school!?"

Many doubts flashed through the students' minds.

Fortunately, their actions were also very restrained, and they didn't ask anything.

Especially the officer in the lead, who was unusually cold.

Although her face was beautiful, she was like a snow lotus on Tianshan.

At this moment, the Principal, Yu Xiong, hurried over and led many high-grade martial artists to welcome them in front of the school gate.

Actually, the strength of the visitors wasn't as strong as imagined, but the problem was they represented the Federation military.

"Xiaonan, I didn't expect you to be the one to come this time."

Yu Xiong looked at the female officer with a kind gaze and said.

This was the daughter of his friend, Nan Xueqing!

Some years ago, he had seen her quite a few times.

Especially before Nanjiang Martial Arts University was established.

He had seen her many times!

In the blink of an eye, he didn't expect so many years had passed.

Especially looking at the coldness on this daughter of his old friend, his heart couldn't help but ache.

It was mainly because her mother had fallen in the Myriad Races Battlefield.

That cute little girl from back then had become ice-cold.

"Principal Yu!"

"The entire eighteen-member Scorpio Squad reports to you!"

Nan Xueqing said coldly.

Although the words were respectful, the words spoken were like falling into an ice cellar.

At the very least, ordinary people couldn't feel such coldness.

"You guys rest for a while, and later we will enter the Nanjiang battlefield."

"We need to discuss the next plan with the defenders of the Nanjiang battlefield."

Principal Yu said helplessly!

Facing this daughter of his old friend, he really had no way.

He could still see that Nan Xueqing and the others had clearly just come down from the battlefield.

And had come directly to Nanjiang to execute the mission!

Nan Xueqing's aptitude actually didn't reach the standard of a prodigy; she could only be considered a genius.

But relying on the word "desperate," she had stepped into the sixth grade all the way.

This year, Nan Xueqing was only thirty years old, and she had reached the prodigy ranks of the same age group.

Now she was the captain of the Scorpio Squad!

One had to know that this kind of squad was not simple.

They were all composed of mid-grade martial artists, and the lowest cultivation was at the fourth-grade level.

Nan Xueqing's squad was even more exaggerated, possessing six fifth-grade martial artists!

Such a squad was also a force not to be underestimated for the entire Nanjiang battlefield.

Although there was no high-grade support, Yu Xiong was already very satisfied.

Because currently, the number of high-grade martial artists in Nanjiang and the high-grade martial artists of the Savage Race were about the same.

However, facing Yu Xiong's order, Nan Xueqing seemed to want to say something.

"I am the commander of the Nanjiang battlefield, you should listen to me!"

Yu Xiong said directly!

He had long heard of this person's degree of desperation.

Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, at least three hundred and sixty-four days were spent in the Myriad Races Battlefield.

The remaining day was because there was something to return for.

With Yu Xiong's order, Nan Xueqing had nothing more to say.

In fact, the Federation military also had a ninth-grade early-stage existence sitting in the Nanjiang battlefield.

However, facing Yu Xiong, it was somewhat not enough.

The gap in strength naturally allowed Yu Xiong to sit firmly in the position of Nanjiang commander.

Fortunately, Yu Xiong also had self-knowledge; he was more like a figurehead.

Real command still relied on that ninth-grade martial artist from the Federation military.

In the Shenxia Federation, such situations were not rare!

After all, one couldn't expect all high-grade martial artists to be proficient in command.

However, ordering Nan Xueqing's team was also fine.