The Cowards Grew More Resentful
As the invasion of the Demon Locusts was shattered, the atmosphere reached its peak.
But at that moment, a faint voice suddenly rang out.
"The Martial God said he would guard for seven days, but how much time has passed? Do you think it's over?"
In an instant, the noisy battlefield fell silent once more.
"He... he's right..."
Lei Pojun slowly released his companion and stood up from the ground.
The battle is not over yet.
These words caused the atmosphere on the battlefield to become even more somber.
"This is only the first wave of attacks, and we've already started losing people. What if there are more to come..."
Some of the Prodigies talents looked grim.
Back in the Human Federation's rear, they were among the most outstanding Prodigies, but here...
Yet, I was still horrified by the bloodshed here.
Many people fell silent, and even viewers in the live stream shook their heads when they saw this scene.
Chen Fan seemed bored by the somber atmosphere and let out a long yawn.
He pointed a finger at the Demon Locust mothership floating silently under the starlight in the distance and said casually.
"Instead of waiting here to get beaten up, let's go over there and smash that tin can, then it'll be over."
These words silenced the entire room once again.
"No! That's absolutely impossible!"
A young man, highly respected among the Prodigies and possessing strength reaching the Seventh-Turn Bone Tempering Realm, stepped forward from the crowd.
He retorted with a grim expression.
"Chen Fan! Please wake up! The vanguard alone almost wiped us out! There must be something even more terrifying inside that mothership! Relying on the fortress for defense is our only way to survive!"
His words were like a spark igniting dry tinder, immediately setting off an explosion.
"That's right! Taking the initiative is suicide!"
"We don't even know the enemy's details!"
"The Martial God only asks us to hold out for seven days! If we hold out, we will be the victors!"
"I don't want to face that monster again..."
More than 90 Prodigies were dominated by fear, and they subconsciously huddled together, as if this could bring them a sense of security.
Chen Fan eyes were filled with incomprehension, and even a hint of resentment, as if Chen Fan's suggestion itself was a sin that would lead them to their deaths.
However, upon hearing this, Tuo Bashan excitedly clenched his fist, his muscles bulging once more, and roared with high fighting spirit.
"What are you afraid of! Follow Chen Fan and charge in! Smash them all!"
Shen Xuan gently shook his folding fan, a helpless smile on his lips, and silently stepped forward to stand beside Chen Fan. His actions spoke volumes.
Su Qingyue didn't even bother to say a word. She simply moved and silently appeared on Chen Fan's other side. Her cold eyes showed unconditional trust in her companion.
In the blink of an eye, the Prodigies faction was completely split.
Lei Pojun, Xiao Wuming, and a few others stood in the middle, falling silent.
They had witnessed Chen Fan's strength and knew that this young man could not be judged by ordinary standards.
But to actively attack an enemy mothership...
It's not that easy.
Reason told them they should hold on, but the deep-seated yearning in their souls to follow a miracle was violently shaking their resolve.
Chen Fan looked at his companions, who were huddled together for warmth and whose faces were full of resistance, and a sneer appeared on his lips.
He didn't waste any more words arguing.
He simply shrugged indifferently at Shen Xuan and the others around him.
"That's good, it'll save you from getting in the way."
"Let's go ourselves, finish quickly, and call it a day."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Chen Fan stopped looking at anyone, not even giving those still hesitating Prodigies a moment to react.
He put his hands back in his pockets, started walking, and actually strolled leisurely towards that starry sky that symbolized death.
Shen Xuan, Su Qingyue, and Tuo Bashan followed without hesitation.
Four figures gradually disappeared into the silent starry sky.
The boy in the lead had his hands in his pockets and walked with a leisurely pace, as if he were strolling in his own backyard.
His figure and that of his three companions behind him appeared incredibly small against the backdrop of the vast Star Sea, yet they exuded a resolute air that was completely out of place with everything around them.
This scene, in stark contrast to the cowering and hesitant posture of nearly a thousand Prodigies on the massive war platform behind them, was broadcast live through the Star Network and imprinted on the eyes of hundreds of millions of people in the Human Federation.
After a brief silence on the fortress platform, a burst of barely suppressed whispers finally erupted from the group of Prodigies who had chosen to stay behind.
"Let them go to their deaths! Do they really think they're Martial God? They wiped out the vanguard by themselves, and now they've forgotten who they are!"
A young man who had been terrified during the previous battle was the first to shout out.
His voice was shrill, with a morbid excitement, as if he could prove the correctness of his choice by belittling Chen Fan.
"That's right! If we can hold out for seven days, we'll be the victors! We'll get high scores on the college entrance exam! Why risk our lives like this?"
"Attacking the mothership? Are you crazy! That's a mobile War Fortress of the Demon Locust Clan; its defenses and forces are more than ten times stronger than the vanguard we just saw!"
"I think he's just desperate for attention!"
A chorus of agreement rose and fell.
They huddled together, using this method to dispel their inner fears, rationalize their cowardice, and hastily label Chen Fan and his group's actions as foolish and arrogant.
These harsh comments, without any attempt to conceal them, clearly reached the ears of the few remaining Prodigies at the edge of the platform.
Lei Pojun face instantly flushed red, and veins bulged from his neck all the way to his forehead.
He gripped the Thunder Spear tightly, his large knuckles cracking from the excessive force, a surge of violent rage rising to his head.
Not far away, Xiao Wuming watched Chen Fan's receding figure with a complicated expression.
His Dao Heart had been crushed several times by this unreasonable youth.
He knew better than anyone that judging Chen Fan by common sense was the biggest mistake he could make.
Holding firm seems to be the safest and most rational choice.
But... can one truly win by completely entrusting their fate to the rules set by the Martial God, like a herd of livestock waiting for the seven days to end?
Chen Fan's lazy words involuntarily echoed in his mind.
"Instead of waiting here to get beaten up, let's go over there and smash that tin can, then it'll be over."
Simple, brutal, yet exuding a confidence capable of overturning everything.
"Damn it!"
A suppressed roar suddenly exploded out; Lei Pojun could no longer tolerate the clamor of those cowards behind him.
He whirled around, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over his companions who were huddled together for warmth, his voice like rolling thunder.