Chapter 92: Secretly Offering Aid (Second Update)

Two days later.

Training ground.

Li Zheng and the Ganyi Group brothers were again performing wall-smashing training.

The repair room's healing restored their strength and energy, but hunger and fatigue clung to their minds.

The all-night battles had lasted two days.

The level of pain was climbing linearly.

While tormenting the Poluo clan, they themselves clearly could not escape it.

It was like injuring a thousand while losing five hundred.

But once the extracurricular training program was activated, it clearly couldn't be stopped.

It was like the Dark Forest Rule—you couldn't tell if the other side would launch a night raid, so you had to prepare in advance, remain on constant high alert, and dare not sleep lightly.

The situation at Shuigu Training Camp was the same.

They dared not gamble on whether a night raid would come; they had to be ready for battle at all times.

But rather than tense themselves waiting for a possible fierce battle, it was better to charge forward and fight outright.

So the all-night battles were unavoidable.

The only solution was for one side to swallow their pride, back down, and give the other a face-saving exit.

But everyone who entered the training camp was among their clan's elite; each carried inner pride, and above all, losing face personally was acceptable—but never the clan's honor.

Precisely because of this complex emotional tug-of-war, neither side's new recruits had bowed.

During regular training hours, they all acted as if eagerly anticipating the next round of brawls.

But only they themselves knew the inner bitterness.

This was a battle they had to endure, teeth gritted.

At this moment, Li Zheng's perspective.

As he swung the stone hammer against the wall, a shrunken forum page floated to his left, manipulated by his consciousness to scroll through.

Occasionally he posted a few comments on threads that interested him.

This was one of the few pleasures he had in the training camp.

From posts by forum players, it was clear that a rampant insect tide had erupted in their homeland, with players, insect tides, and the terrifying Black Tide locked in fierce combat.

A three-way chaotic battle.

The most absurd part was that both the insect tide and the Black Tide were growth-based factions.

Their strength was steadily rising as they swept through.

Fortunately, the players' growth rate outpaced both the Black Tide and the insect tide; forum guild leaders were already planning offensive tactics for the next domain node.

He and the Ganyi Group brothers were stuck in the training camp, unable to join the battle, so they could only offer a few suggestions they deemed feasible.

Among all the information, the one that pleased him most was that his long-time forum friend Nightfall Was Coming had returned.

Before this, he had heard Nightfall Was Coming had dismantled his star vein and sold all the Shou Shou Jili he obtained to the God Hall Guild's leader, "God King," and he'd feared the player might be facing trouble in the real world.

But from recent active posts and Shou Shou Jili-selling behavior, the trouble was clearly over.

As he scrolled through the posts, Li Zheng's hands never stopped.

He swung the stone hammer again and again against the crystal wall; his Hukou cracked open under impact, seeping threads of blood.

He was already used to it.

As long as it wasn't death, the training camp's repair room and medics could heal any wound.

Minor injuries and pains no longer mattered to him.

The pain from daily brawls with Shuigu's new recruits was far worse than wall-smashing.

Time passed; suddenly, thunder cracked across the sky, drawing Li Zheng and the others' attention.

A spatial vortex split open above the training camp; a shuttle appeared and landed directly in the center of the ground.

As the cabin door opened, a group of Binglie Clan new recruits, led by an elder, arrived to observe.

Exhausted, Li Zheng and the others immediately stopped, struggled to straighten up, and looked up at the Binglie members—especially the youthful figure at the front.

The boy looked about fifteen, his skin as pure as newly fallen snow, flawless; he had long, smooth ice-blue hair, eyes like two pure sapphires, his robe embroidered with intricate, delicate ice-flower patterns that shimmered faintly silver-blue under the light, radiating an otherworldly aura, yet his brow betrayed an unmistakable haughtiness.

【Ice (Binglie Clan)】:

Hunting Rank: 29

Target Description: Direct descendant of the Binglie Clan, one of the Ten Wang Zu of the Niuchao Legion, possessing the racial talent to control extreme cold.

……

After reviewing the analysis, Li Zheng ignored it and returned to smashing the wall.

Before the Binglie Clan's arrival, Instructor Kuang Sha had already informed them that Wang Zu descendants would be visiting for observation these days.

Unlike their own training camp's recruits.

The Binglie Clan was only observing; they did not participate in any training.

Because this batch of Binglie recruits was too young, not yet meeting the standard to enter the training camp.

According to Kuang Sha's explanation, these Binglie new recruits who appeared to be in their teens were actually only eight years old.

The purpose of their visit was to gain early insight into the training challenges they would face, preparing mentally.

"I entrust our clan's young ones to you for these days. I will return to pick them up in three days."

After brief exchanges with Kuang Sha, the Binglie elder turned and left.

The Binglie newcomers were assigned to watch from the side as they smashed the walls.

As mealtime approached, Li Zheng and the others, under Kuang Sha's lead, went to the repair room for thorough healing, then proceeded to Daoshitang.

But this time, Kuang Sha did not let them enter Daoshitang first—he required the Binglie descendants to enter first.

As for the reason, Instructor Kuang Sha had already provided an explanation on the way here.

He stated that the Ice-Fissure Clan are descendants of the Wang Zu, and their ancestors were glorious warriors who fought in the main battlefront.

Every Wang Zu warrior established outstanding military merits for the Reverse Tide Legion's vow to reclaim their homeland.

It can be said that the thousands of clans sheltered by the Reverse Tide Legion are able to enjoy a stable life in the rear precisely because the Wang Zu warriors sacrificed their lives on the front line.

Therefore, their descendants should rightfully enjoy special treatment.

In the future, this new generation of Ice-Fissure Clan members will also bear the Wang Zu glory and become the core main-force warriors of the Reverse Tide Legion.

After explaining the reason, Instructor Kuang Sha also stated:

"If you want your descendants to possess such treatment, then strive to grow and fight for a higher starting point for future generations on the battlefield."

Regarding this decision, the trainees of the Four-Eyes Clan, the Broken Net Clan, and others had no dissatisfaction.

They had obviously heard of the Ice-Fissure Clan, and the expressions on their faces as they looked at the new generation of the Ice-Fissure Clan carried a touch of respect.

Li Zheng and the others were indifferent.

Whoever wants to eat can eat, but those bastards from the Shui Gu Training Camp definitely won't be able to swallow it all in one bite.

Rubbing their hands together, Li Zheng and the others were already prepared to beat the Shui Gu Training Camp newbies until they spat out bitter water.

At this moment, Li Zheng turned his head to look at the leader of the Shui Gu Training Camp, E Luo, and found that E Luo was also looking at him; their gazes met, and E Luo glared fiercely at him.

To this, Li Zheng responded with a smile, baring his white teeth:

"What the hell are you looking at? Do you want another beating?"

E Luo was about to reply, but then he heard Instructor Kuang Sha's voice come through:

"Everyone go inside."

Entering the restaurant in a single file, Li Zheng found that the Ice-Fissure Clan had already sat at a table in the corner and begun eating.

At this moment, he turned his head to look at Gui Tong beside him:

"Tong-zi, let's start."

Gui Tong nodded expressionlessly, leaped forward, and pounced on E Luo, the leader of the Shui Gu Clan, making him the target of the challenge.

The cafeteria battle was about to erupt.

During this, a scene occurred that left Li Zheng and the others dumbfounded.

A new student of the Iron-Face Clan, in the midst of the brawl, knocked over a food counter; a new student of the Brass Clan pressed his head to the ground, and when he opened his mouth to shout, a piece of spirit food entered his mouth.

Before the Brass Clan members could act, the clansmen of the Iron-Face new student acted first, grabbing the fallen clansman and forcibly digging the food out of his mouth; during this, the clansmen all wore expressions of severe constipation, as if the clansman's unintentional bite made them feel ashamed.

"So ruthless. For the sake of the clan's face, these beasts value it more than their own lives."

"Tsk tsk, it would be even worse if he had swallowed it; he would have to take several hard punches to the stomach from his clansmen, spitting out bitter water along with it."

"I don't understand. If they are so ruthless, why did the Iron-Face Clan submit to the Broken Net Clan?"

"Are you stupid? Because this isn't even the rule of their Shui Gu Training Camp; it is a rule they established for us, the Bing Xue Gu Training Camp, on the way. Just like the cooperation between us and the Four-Eyes Clan now, establishing this rule was to give us a warning. Do you really think there is harmony within their own training camp?"

"Stop talking nonsense and keep fighting!"

After a brief interlude, the brawl resumed.

The new generation members of the Ice-Fissure Clan, who had been eating quietly, were also shocked dumb by this scene.

Just then, a piece of roasted meat flew out from the brawl and landed directly on the plate of a new generation member of the Ice-Fissure Clan.

Smack!

The roasted meat slapped onto the plate; the ten new generation members of the Ice-Fissure Clan present suddenly stood up, their eyes looking at the two sides of the brawl as if they wanted to eat people.

Smack!

Another piece of spirit food flew over, landing on the wall beside a table, splashing meat juices everywhere.

"Everyone sit down and eat." Instructor Kuang Sha, standing aside, said expressionlessly.

"With all this commotion, how can we eat?" The leader, Bing Bing Xue, asked with a cold gaze directed at Instructor Kuang Sha.

"Of course you sit and eat. Do I need to teach you how to eat?" Instructor Kuang Sha crossed his arms over his chest and answered without turning his head.

As soon as the words fell, a spirit vegetable root with soup flew over, landing near the dining table, and the splashed soup dripped onto the noble robes of the Ice-Fissure Clan members.

"We are descendants of the Ice-Fissure Clan." Bing Bing Xue looked at Instructor Kuang Sha and said in a deep voice.

"This is a training camp. You are here to observe training camp life, not to enjoy gourmet food here. What you see is the tone of our training camp. If you can eat, eat; if you can't, don't. Letting you come in early to eat is only for the sake of your ancestors' face." Facing Bing Bing Xue's pressure, Instructor Kuang Sha showed no intention of yielding.

"According to the rule..."

"Enough. Here, I am the rule."

"I am not convinced,..." Before Bing Bing Xue could finish, Instructor Kuang Sha stepped forward and walked out of the cafeteria, clearly unwilling to listen to Bing Bing Xue's nonsense any longer.

The cafeteria battle continued.

Having not eaten for many days, many new students were beaten until they spat out bitter water during the brawls, but their strikes were exceptionally fierce.

"Everyone stop!"

Just then, Bing Bing Xue's roar came through, attracting everyone's attention.

After a brief silence, the crowd's brawl continued, showing no intention of paying any attention to this group of brats.

This made Bing Bing Xue so angry that his teeth itched; he immediately roared again:

"You bunch of despicable lower clans, surviving under the protection of my clan, yet instead of being grateful..."

Before he could finish, a piece of meat with sauce flew over.

It landed precisely on Bing Bing Xue's face; the splashing sauce made him instinctively squint his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the pure blue eyes like sapphires could not hide the surprise of incomprehension.

"You bastard, can't you see we are busy? Where do we have time to listen to your speech?" Chi Tu, with a bruised and swollen face, pointed at Bing Bing Xue and cursed, then reached out to the Night Eagle Clan new student standing aside and smeared the meat sauce from his hand onto the boy's clothes.

This action stunned everyone present, and the group brawl instantly stopped.

Although they were unwilling to pay attention to the Ice-Fissure Clan, they were clear about the Ice-Fissure Clan's status in the Reverse Tide Legion; Chi Tu's behavior was nothing short of public humiliation.

This can no longer be described as bravery.

It is simply courting death.

"Do you know how much trouble your actions will bring to the clan?" Gui Tong asked, his tone Solemn, looking at Chi Tu as he spoke.

Hearing these words, Li Zheng and the others, who had felt a slight tension due to the Solemn atmosphere, laughed.

To them, this trouble posed no threat whatsoever.

Even if the entire clan were slaughtered, it would not be a major problem in their eyes.

"Kill!"

Bing Bing Xue's roar came at this moment, followed by her flying attack toward Chi Tu along with nine other clan members.

Seeing this, Li Zheng decisively stepped forward two paces to stand before Chi Tu, raised a foot, and precisely kicked Bing Bing Xue in the stomach, knocking her to the ground:

"Brothers, beat them up too!"

In the incredulous eyes of other clans, the Player Clan's new generation began brawling with members of the Ice Crack Clan.

This scene left Gui Tong and Po Luo dumbstruck.

They had witnessed the Player Clan's bravery with their own eyes these past days; although they refused to admit it verbally, they were already convinced in their hearts.

Yet they never expected the Player Clan to be far braver than they had imagined.

Not only did they provoke them actively, but they also dared to physically assault the new generation members of the Ice Crack Clan; this was simply making a joke of their own future.

Outside the canteen, Instructor Kuang Sha, who had observed this scene, had a smile appear on the corner of his mouth, but he did not enter the canteen to intervene.

The rules of the training camp were iron law; he would not change them for any race.

As long as no one starved to death, brawling in the canteen fell within the rules, and even the Ice Crack Clan had no right to change them.

Letting the Ice Crack Clan eat first was a sign of respect for their elders who had fought bloody battles on the front lines; this was already the limit allowed by the rules, and no other rules could possibly be changed.

"Head, are you really not going to do anything?" An instructor standing beside Instructor Kuang Sha asked, unable to hold back while using perception consciousness to observe the situation in the canteen.

"It is good to break their arrogance; one must experience some setbacks during growth. Before I became a formal warrior, I trained alongside a group of Wang Zu peers; they were initially just as arrogant as these children, but after experiencing many setbacks together, they tempered their sharp edges... This is a process one must inevitably undergo before becoming a warrior."

Speaking thus, Instructor Kuang Sha turned to look at his subordinate:

"I can fully understand their arrogance. Since they could remember, the education they received was the history of their race's glory; knowing the brilliant achievements created by their elders, who could not feel proud of this? If it were me, I would be proud too, but this arrogance must be tempered by setbacks before it can become the driving force that makes them fearless and powerful on the battlefield... As for now, this current pride is more like affectation."

"I understand." After listening to Instructor Kuang Sha's explanation, the subordinate nodded, then could not help but ask:

"Then what about the Player Clan?"

"They are people brought by Elder You; do you think the Ice Crack Clan can hold Elder You accountable?"

Inside the canteen.

The all-out brawl had turned into a fight between Li Zheng and the others against the Ice Crack Clan members.

The new generation of the other clans could not hide their shock in their expressions.

But in terms of strength, Li Zheng and the others were clearly far inferior to the Ice Crack Clan members.

The average hunting level of the Ice Crack Clan's new generation members was level 25, and they were not wearing suppression bracelets that limited their strength; the gap in physical constitution put Li Zheng and the others at a disadvantage.

Their only advantage was brawling techniques.

After more than ten days of high-intensity brawling training, Li Zheng and the others had learned many brawling techniques.

Gouging eyes, groin strikes, kicking the crotch... various dirty tricks emerged endlessly, inflicting a double blow on the Ice Crack Clan new generation on both physical and mental levels.

The Ice Crack Clan members were beaten to the point of near emotional collapse.

To end the fight as quickly as possible, the Ice Crack Clan members chose to unleash their racial abilities, raising their hands to condense extreme cold power.

Every punch that landed on Li Zheng and the others from then on made them shiver involuntarily; they could clearly feel a surge of supreme yin cold qi entering their bodies, making even their movements sluggish, with ice mist exhaling from their nostrils with every breath.

Seeing this scene, Gui Tong and Po Luo exchanged a glance, and a tacit understanding formed in their hearts.

For the future of their clan, they would not join the fight to help the Player Clan beat up the Ice Crack Clan.

But they could provide assistance through some indirect methods.

At this moment, Gui Tong lunged at Po Luo; Po Luo smoothly grabbed Gui Tong's arm, twisted his hips and turned, then suddenly threw Gui Tong toward an Ice Crack Clan member who was condensing ice-cold power.

Smack!

This Ice Crack Clan member was knocked to the ground by Gui Tong, and the ice-cold power condensed in his hand dissipated. Immediately after, Gui Tong decisively helped this Ice Crack Clan member to his feet, apologized repeatedly, pointed a finger at Po Luo, gritted his teeth, whispered a few words, then lunged at Po Luo again to engage in a grapple.

After days of group brawls, a tacit understanding had formed among the various clans.

Seeing Gui Tong and Po Luo's behavior, they realized the hidden purpose behind their actions.

After a brief silence, the brawl erupted again.

It was just that during the brawl, all the clans were observing the brawling situation between the Player Clan and the Ice Crack Clan.

Once they found the Player Clan falling behind in the fight, they would find ways to provide help and create various accidents.

Basically, they were secretly sending aid.

Although they were very displeased with the Player Clan's beasts, they were even more displeased with the Ice Crack Clan's new generation members.

If the Player Clan were beasts, then the Ice Crack Clan were arrogant beasts, more detestable than beasts.

Three days later.

A shuttle tore through space and descended upon the training ground.

Accompanied by the opening of the hatch, the figure of an Ice Crack Clan elder appeared.

But when he walked out of the hatch with a smile on his face and looked at the clan members standing beside the training formation, his smile suddenly stopped.

He saw that the new generation members of the clan had sunken cheeks, protruding cheekbones, and skin clinging tightly to their skeletons; their originally smooth blue long hair had become extremely messy.

Especially their eyes, which had lost their usual spirit and become hollow; their gazes stared fixedly at a snow tree not far away, their mouths unconsciously slightly open. Under the perception perspective, saliva was generating at their dry lips, and they occasionally swallowed lightly due to the thirst coming from deep in their throats.

Their hands were unconsciously clasped over their abdomens, as if trying to press down hard on the emptiness surging within.

They want to eat the tree?!

This was the thought that suddenly arose in the Ice Crack Elder's mind after observing.

Just then, the leader of the Ice Snow turned to look at him; his dim eyes, meeting his gaze, filled with complex emotions.

Surprise, expectation, bitterness, grievance, resentment, joy... after all these complex feelings intertwined, tears welled in his eyes.

At this moment, Instructor Kuang Sha approached the Ice Crack Elder and bowed respectfully:

"Ice Crack Elder."

"What... is happening?" Seeing the aggrieved expression of the junior clan member, the Ice Crack Elder looked at Instructor Kuang Sha in surprise.

Facing the question, Instructor Kuang Sha turned to glance at the new generation of the Ice Crack clan, then organized his words before explaining:

"They do not love to eat rice; I tried to persuade them..."

(End of this chapter)