Fight!!

"Hey, I've already swatted those three flies, why did you stop?"

"Hasn't this tin can been opened yet?"

Lei Pojun, Xiao Wuming, Luo Shenyue... more than twenty of the Federation's top talents were frozen in place, like sculptures instantly frozen in ice.

This nonchalant tone only intensified their sense of powerlessness and shame, which came from the depths of their souls.

Seeing everyone's stunned expressions, Chen Fan sighed helplessly and shook his head gently.

He looked away and muttered something to himself.

"Sigh, looks like I'll have to do it myself."

"Your efficiency is just too low."

The sound wasn't loud, yet it clearly resonated throughout the desolate starry sky.

Lei Pojun's cheeks instantly turned bright red, as if he had been slapped hard across the face, the pain burning intensely.

He wanted to argue, to roar, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't utter a single syllable.

Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, any words seem pale and laughable.

Chen Fan ignored them.

He slowly turned around and faced the Demon Locust mothership, which was as massive as a steel continent, obscuring the sky.

All his strength surged wildly into his fist, and in the next moment, he thrust it horizontally towards the Demon Locust mothership.

The power of the Golden Body suddenly erupted, carrying a surging fist strike that instantly landed on the Demon Locust mothership.

"Buzz..."

The starry sky surrounding that mothership seemed to emit a mournful cry!

Under the watchful eyes of many Human Federation spectators, the Demon Locust Mothership was instantly captured by Dongchuan.

The starry sky has returned to its original stillness and emptiness.

It was as if that enormous mothership, along with the millions of Demon Locusts, was merely an illusion that had never existed.

On the battlefield.

Chen Fan slowly withdrew his hands and put them back in his pockets.

He turned around and, facing the group of people behind him who were completely Petrification, as if their very souls had been Lei Pojun out, lazily spoke:

"Okay, that's a wrap."

"Let's go back."

When Chen Fan led the still somewhat absent-minded Shen Xuan, Tuo Bashan, and Su Qingyue back to War Fortress No. 73.

The nearly one thousand Prodigies who remained on the platform were already completely silent.

Through the fortress's public Light Screen, they witnessed a scene that defied description and was enough to overturn their worldview.

At this moment, watching the child's figure strolling leisurely towards them, their expressions were extremely complex.

There was shame, fear, regret, and confusion...

No one dared to look him in the eye anymore.

Those heads that were once held high above, now all bowed deeply.

In this awkward atmosphere...

A figure as majestic as Divine Mountain descended upon the platform once again without warning.

Heaven-Slaying Martial God!

His majestic gaze swept across the entire room, first landing on Chen Fan and his group of more than twenty people. A barely perceptible fluctuation flashed in his eyes, which seemed to contain the birth and death of stars, and he nodded slightly.

Then, his gaze turned to the nearly one thousand silent, bowed-headed examinees.

"The Final Trial is over."

"Chen Fan, and all those who took the initiative, full marks."

"The rest of you..."

The God of Martial God paused slightly, and the invisible pressure caused all the candidates who had their heads down to tremble violently.

Zero points!

Zero points!

There was a deathly silence on the platform.

Everyone froze in place, as if even their breathing had stopped.

In this suffocating silence, someone finally couldn't bear this utter denial.

"I refuse to accept this!"

A handsome young man, ranked among the top thirty on the Heavenly Dao Stele, stepped forward from the crowd.

His Zhao Lin, and he was known as a wise general in his own Star System. At this moment, his face was flushed red, and the veins on his neck were bulging.

He suppressed the trembling in his Divine Soul, raised his head to look at the towering figure, and questioned in a hoarse voice, "Martial God! We chose to defend the fortress to preserve the Federation's fighting force! To avoid unnecessary sacrifices! This is the most rational choice on the battlefield, why... why is it a zero?!"

This question, like a stone thrown into stagnant water, instantly stirred up a thousand waves.

"Yes! Zhao Lin is right!"

"We are not running away; we are holding our ground!"

"Is it right to rush out and die like them?!"

Suppressed resentment and humiliation erupted like a volcano. Nearly a thousand Prodigies raised their heads, their eyes no longer filled with fear, but with justification and anger.

They couldn't believe that the right choice they made would be met with such humiliating criticism.

Immediately, public sentiment was agitated.

However, faced with the collective questioning of nearly a thousand Prodigies, the Heaven-Slaying Martial God's eyes, which seemed to contain the birth and death of galaxies, remained completely unmoved.

His gaze calmly fell on Zhao Lin, who was in the lead, as if he were looking at a summer insect chirping in vain in the autumn wind.

He didn't get angry, nor did he exert any pressure; he simply calmly asked three words.

"Then what?"

Zhao Lin's indignant expression suddenly froze.

All the shouting Prodigies fell silent abruptly.

Then what?

Amidst the bewildered and incomprehensible gazes of the crowd, the cold voice of the Heaven-Slaying Martial God resounded clearly in everyone's ears.

"If you hold your ground, the Demon Locusts will use their vanguard to probe your retreat. Then, they will call upon more of their comrades and more motherships."

"One wave, two waves, ten waves... With endless forces, like the tide, we will pound on your iron coffin again and again until the fortress is exhausted of its last ounce of energy."

"Finally, when your shields go out, when you are all exhausted and desperate, they will slowly crawl in and devour you, along with this fortress, completely."

The God of Martial God paused.

"Your so-called rationality and your so-called stockpiling of strength are nothing more than choosing a longer and more desperate way to die."

He raised his hand and casually pointed to Chen Fan behind him.

"And he," the God of Martial God's voice calmly stated, "Ended the war."

"You are just waiting for death."

Boom!

This statement was more devastating than any previous attack.

Zhao Lin's body swayed violently, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

"No... no..."

He muttered to himself, trying to refute it, only to find that his logical chain had already been completely shattered by this cruel reality.

Ignoring his collapse, the Heaven-Slaying Martial God of Slaughter suddenly turned chilling, filled with the iron-blooded aura condensed from Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood, pouring into the minds of every Prodigies!

Remember! This is the Starry Sky Frontline!

"On the front lines, the sole purpose of defense is to buy time for the next attack!"

"To survive, you don't hide! You don't cower! You fight!"

"Beat!!"

"Strike until the enemy is terrified! Strike until they tremble at the mere mention of the name of Human Race! Strike until every inch of this starry sky becomes their graveyard!"