Chapter 62

"There is some pressure, but not much."

Zhao Xing smiled and began to lay out his field.

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Anping Academy, Fang Fang Fang Qingxue was looking at a flower in front of her.

Ever since Zhao Xing made his breakthrough, she had also become curious about plant troops.

Other lords could also raise pet beasts or plant troops, but they weren't as powerful.

And this plant life was a gift from Zhao Xing.

It was just an elite-quality Fragrance-Condensing Flower.

Its function, apart from refreshing the mind, didn't have much use; it was more for ornamental purposes.

"Beep beep!"

Suddenly, Fang Fang Fang Qingxue's smart optical computer alerted her.

"Anping Academy Head Mentor Fang Fang Fang Qingxue, your student has entered the Glory Battlefield."

"According to the rules of the Primordial Realm, as their head mentor, you have the right to receive notifications when students are training in public areas."

Fang Fang Fang Qingxue clicked on it casually; these were the rules of the Primordial Realm.

Public area dungeons were, after all, dangerous.

If a student was injured, the mentor needed to know immediately and be prepared for treatment and rescue.

If they unfortunately died, there was also an obligation to notify their family.

"This guy finally rested for two days, and he's starting to earn points again?" Fang Fang Fang Qingxue clicked on it casually.

Originally, she didn't take it to heart, but when she saw the situation after Zhao Xing entered the battlefield.

She was immediately startled.

"A thousand-person group, 8,000 aliens... is this bastard crazy?!"

Fang Fang Fang Qingxue's chest heaved, her emotions agitated.

She was originally a laid-back person with a pretty good temper.

But she found that ever since she met this man, her emotions seemed to be frequently swayed by him.

Zhao Xing often did astonishing things that left her unable to remain calm.

"Bastard... I'll be scared to death sooner or later as your head mentor!" Fang Fang Fang Qingxue bit her lip.

Although she was scolding him angrily, she still clicked on the battlefield record.

Inside the desert, within the white beam of light.

"It's starting, it's starting!" Chen Qing said with excitement. "8,000 aliens?"

"Eight times the number of enemies have been refreshed!"

"Wow, can he hold up against this?"

"If I save him at a critical moment, will he... oh, 8,000 aliens, forget it. If he's in danger, I'll have to emergency teleport and run away too."

Chen Qing dismissed the strange thoughts in her mind.

Blue Star, Military Department.

In a training room, Lieutenant Helian Lie stood in the center of the field, his figure moving up and down.

The wall displayed 200 times gravity.

"Bang!" Lieutenant Helian Lie smashed the last combat robot with one punch.

Landing among the wreckage of over a hundred robots, the siege training ended.

"Not bad, one minute faster than last time." Lieutenant Helian Lie walked out of the training room with satisfaction.

At this moment, his adjutant ran over with a panicked expression.

"What's the panic? What happened?" Lieutenant Helian Lie frowned.

"Sir, it's Zhao Xing, look!" The adjutant swiped open the light screen.

"Hmm? What!" Lieutenant Helian Lie's face was surprised. "My little junior brother is actually this crazy?"

Based on Zhao Xing's previous style, his group formation had always been carrying one hundred people to farm points.

Now that he had opened a thousand-person group, he was probably holding the same idea.

"But carrying one thousand? 8,000 lords, even if only one-tenth have transcendent troops, that's 800!"

"My little junior brother is likely to flip his car this time."

A Primary Lord, regardless of whether they take the quality route or the quantity route, has a limit to the troops they possess.

One is limited by the level of their internal world, and the other is limited by the lord's own strength.

That's right, the Primordial Realm gives students the opportunity to exchange for full-grown King-level, or even Emperor-level troops.

But it is very difficult for a Primary Lord to subdue an adult King-level troop!

Among the many types of lords, only Mechanical Lords can barely use high-level mechanical troops.

But that is only barely using a small portion of types.

Most mechanical troops that can match King-level also have the problem of performance not reaching the limit.

Of course, one-time consumables are an exception.

But using King-level as a consumable? Let alone a Primary Lord, even a Transcendent Lord can't afford that consumption.

Therefore, the recognized limit for lords to directly subdue mature troops is Transcendent-level, and it takes quite a bit of time.

Otherwise, the person ranked first in points would simply be the richest in the empire, bring in an Emperor-level troop, and sweep everything.

The empire wouldn't hold this competition selection.

"Only a very small number of powerful talented people can directly subdue King-level troops, and it takes a lot of time to fully subdue them."

Zhao Xing's current total points are as high as 600 million.

Theoretically, it is enough for him to buy a mature King-level troop.

"Without sufficient matching self-strength and internal world level."

"Forcibly incorporating high-level troops is a burden and may even cause damage."

"My little junior brother shouldn't be unaware of this principle."

"Then it must be that the number of transcendent troops has greatly increased, and he possesses powerful transcendent troops?"

Lieutenant Helian Lie hadn't spent much time dealing with Zhao Xing, and he didn't think Zhao Xing was someone who would grandstand.

But it was a thousand-person group, after all, and so many aliens were refreshed.

Lieutenant Helian Lie didn't think highly of Zhao Xing either.

"That's fine, there's no life danger in the Primordial Realm."

"Failing once or twice is just suffering a little, which isn't a bad thing."

"Better than bleeding on the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield in the future."

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Primordial City, a place only Star-level lords can enter.

Several Star-level lords, after receiving reports from their subordinates, diverted part of their consciousness and cast their gazes toward the Glory Battlefield.

"Ho, this little guy is quite bold, daring to challenge a thousand-person group?" said a lord with fiery red skin and mysterious patterns on his face.

"Mo Feng, this is a little guy from your Blue Star, right? His potential is still quite good."

Mo Feng, a Star-level lord from Blue Star wearing cyan battle armor, smiled: "He is from our Blue Star, and has hope of entering the top ten thousand."

"One ton of World Stones, how about you let this kid be cultivated by our Ge'er Star?" the fiery red-skinned lord said.

"We are all fellow countrymen from the Beihe Star System, and we are close, so I think this kid and I are quite compatible."

"Lord Lord Dihuo, your thinking is quite beautiful." Mo Feng took a sip from his wine pot. "This kid is already a person of Marquis Yun; if you want to trade, go find him."

"Yun Duo? Forget it, he has an assemblyman family behind him; how would I dare to open my mouth." Lord Lord Dihuo shook his head and withdrew his gaze.

Above Transcendent, a lord's lifespan will be extended.

The lifespan of Star-level lords can be called long.

They only occasionally pay attention to the geniuses of their own planet and neighboring planets during the annual Primordial Realm Glory Battlefield competition.

Unless it is an especially outstanding genius who has a chance to be recruited, they will keep paying attention.