Taking the Initiative

"Careful!"

A Prodigies had just slashed a swarming Demon Locust with his flying sword and hadn't even had time to catch his breath when he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of a tiny, blood-red larva, no bigger than a palm, emerging from the Demon Locust's shattered remains.

The larva was incredibly fast; before he could react, it clung tightly to his Protective Divine Light.

"Sizzle!!"

A soft sound.

The Prodigies's defense was as fragile as a sheet of paper in front of the blood-red larva, and it was instantly corroded with a hole.

"Ah!!"

A piercing scream echoed through the communication channel.

Before the Prodigies could even self-destruct, his entire body was rapidly melted by the corrosive fluid under the gaze of countless horrified eyes. His Divine Soul and the Golden Body Origin were transformed into a pool of pus emitting black smoke, completely dissipating into the cold universe.

No remains were found.

This is the first Prodigies to fall on the battlefield.

If Chen Fan's previous feat of annihilating enemies with a flick of his finger made them believe that war was a game that could be easily controlled, then...

At this moment, seeing their companion die so tragically before their very eyes was like a bucket of ice water being poured over them from head to toe.

The ignited passion within him instantly cooled.

An emotion originating from the depths of the soul, called fear, began to spread wildly.

"No... I don't want to die..."

"Mother..."

The psychological defenses of a female Prodigies completely collapsed. Her movements began to distort, her originally exquisite spells became riddled with errors, and the coordination of the Battle Formation suffered a fatal mistake.

A gap was instantly torn apart and magnified by the endless Demon Locusts.

"Help me!!"

"Ah!"

Like toppling the first domino.

Fear is contagious.

More and more Prodigies are beginning to fall.

The enormous casualties and the inescapable psychological pressure caused at least a third of the victims to completely break down.

They no longer thought about killing the enemy, no longer thought about points; they just instinctively retreated, wanting to escape this bloody Millstone.

"Why are we here...? This isn't an assessment! This is a massacre!"

"I'm quitting! I choose to quit!"

"Martial God! Save us!"

Cries, pleas for mercy, and desperate screams mingled together, turning the once orderly battle line into utter chaos.

At the edge of the platform, Chen Fan stood with his hands in his pockets, quietly watching this scene with a cold expression.

Until he saw that the elite battle group composed of Xiao Wuming, Luo Shenyue, and others was also thrown into disarray by the onslaught of these fleeing soldiers and found themselves surrounded.

He finally frowned.

"Will crying out and regret make your enemies spare your lives?"

All the arrogant Prodigies who were fleeing and crying out suddenly froze.

Chen Fan's emotionless voice continued to ring out.

"Those who lack even the courage to face death deserve to be called Prodigies?"

"It seems the Federation's resources are being used to feed a bunch of useless wretches who only know how to wag their tails and beg for mercy."

Waste!

These two words, like resounding slaps, struck hard on the faces of all those who retreated.

Shame, anger, resentment...

A multitude of emotions, far more unbearable than death itself, instantly overwhelmed all their fear.

They are Prodigies!

They are unparalleled geniuses, one in a trillion people in their respective Star System! They have their own pride!

A young man, whose eyes were bloodshot from being verbally abused, suddenly stopped retreating. He turned back to look at the boy who was still watching and let out a beast-like roar.

"Who the hell is trash!"

He stopped defending and retreating, instead burning his Golden Body Origin, transforming into a resolute stream of blood-red Stream of Light, and turning to charge towards the enemy horde, which was ten times more turbulent than before!

"Kill!!"

One man's resolute decision to die awakened the dignity of everyone.

"That's right! I'm not a piece of trash!"

"Want to kill me? Come on!!"

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death!!"

The rekindled fighting spirit, coupled with a do-or-die determination, unleashed a combat power far exceeding that of Prodigies.

They no longer feared death; only the purest killing intent remained in their eyes.

Looking at this group of people who had been driven back to the brink of defeat by his few words, and whose fighting spirit was even more frenzied than before, Chen Fan nodded in satisfaction.

He turned his head and looked at Shen Xuan, Su Qingyue, and Tuo Bashan beside him, who were also full of fighting spirit. He stretched lazily, and his joints cracked.

"Warm-up complete."

"It's our turn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Fan leaped off the platform.

Following closely behind were three streaks of Stream of Light, each a different color.

However, unlike Lei Pojun and the others, these four beams of light did not plunge headlong into the fiercest front-line meat grinder. Instead, they drew a strange arc, like four sharp scalpels, precisely cutting into the thickest flank of the Demon Locust army.

There lay the enemy's reserve force, larger in number and more ferocious in appearance, but because it was still some distance from the main battlefield, it was temporarily left unattended.

"Watch me defeat the enemy!"

Tuo Bashan's excited roar exploded in the four-person tactical channel.

His Qi and Blood and qi surged like magma, transforming into a burning, Primordial Stars. Without dodging or evading, without using any fancy moves, he simply used the purest physical strength to smash into the dense swarm of locusts!

Boom!

Each punch and kick was like a giant hammer sweeping across, instantly smashing all the Demon Locusts in the fan-shaped area, along with their hard metal shells, into the finest minced meat.

"So dirty."

Shen Xuan looked at the scene before him and muttered to himself, but his footwork was as graceful as a ghost. He strolled leisurely across the battlefield where blood and flesh were flying, and he didn't even get a leaf on his body amidst the thousands of soldiers.

As the fan ribs opened and closed, streams of condensed and sharp Sword Qi burst forth, silently slicing through the Void, always able to pierce the most crucial energy core within each Demon Locust at the most tricky angles with unparalleled precision.

Those war machines that were incomparably ferocious in the eyes of other Prodigies were like toys with their batteries precisely removed under his fan. Their roars stopped abruptly, their massive bodies stiffened helplessly, and then quietly disintegrated.

Elegant posture, yet the carnage is depicted with exquisite detail.

On the other side, Su Qingyue didn't even open her eyes.

She floated in the air, her long black hair moving without wind, her formless and intangible Mental Power like the tides of the deep sea, silently covering a vast and terrifying area.

She did not launch any direct attack.

But in that area, countless Demon Locusts suddenly changed direction and began to attack their companions frantically. Some even seemed to be stuck in some invisible swamp, spinning wildly in place and exposing their most vulnerable abdomens.

She single-handedly created a chaotic ceasefire zone, providing her teammates with an excellent opportunity to reap the rewards.

The savagery of Tuo Bashan, the skill of Shen Xuan, and the control of Su Qingyue combined to form a terrifyingly efficient killing machine. Their speed of advance was even faster than the speed at which the Demon Locusts collapsed!