Urgent War Report

The surging power within Zhan Kuang receded like a tide. He stared blankly at the fist so close yet containing a terrifying power that made his very soul tremble. After a moment, the fanatical fighting spirit on his face slowly dissipated, replaced by a relieved smile.

He withdrew his fist and spoke crisply and decisively.

"I lost."

Chen Fan slowly withdrew his fist, stepped forward, and helped Zhan Kuang, who was Zhan Kuang slightly due to exhaustion, and smiled humbly in return.

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Fellow Apprentice."

The two exchanged a smile, everything understood without a word.

With this, the results of this year's Four Academies Competition have come to a close.

On the high platform, the elders of the Nine Provinces suppressed the turmoil in their hearts and were about to step forward to announce the final result.

However, at that very moment!

A sudden change has occurred!

A blinding crimson beam of light tore through the sky above the Nine Provinces Martial Academy without warning, ignoring all defensive Formation Array, and projected itself directly into the very center of the White Jade Plaza with an irresistible force!

As the light faded, a crimson token made of pure energy floated silently in the air.

On the token, a ferocious character for "kill" emanated a chilling aura of menace!

Starry Sky Frontline, Supreme Command!

S-Rank, Emergency Conscription Order!

The crimson token hovered silently above the White Jade Plaza.

The venue, which had been filled with cheers and applause just a moment ago as the competition came to a close, fell into a deathly silence.

The air seemed to freeze into Glazed Crystal, and everyone's expression was frozen on their face. Whether it was Zhan Kuang's unrestrained laughter or the mentors' satisfaction and praise in the audience, they all seemed incredibly stiff and ridiculous at this moment.

A chilling sensation, originating from the depths of the soul, spread upwards along everyone's spine.

The token had only one character on it.

A name inscribed with the most ancient Human Race battle runes—Kill!

The malevolent energy was like a bucket of ice water poured down from the top of the head, extinguishing all the passion.

"It's... the Red Blood Battle Order!"

On the high platform, a white-haired instructor from the Nine Provinces Martial Academy stepped forward.

His gaze was fixed on the token, his cloudy eyes filled with horror.

This is not a regular draft.

The old man's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"This is a Supreme Conscription Order issued by the Federation Supreme War Council only in emergency situations where Human Race faces Alien Races -scale invasion by other races!"

An entire clan invaded!

These four words, like four invisible hammers, struck hard into everyone's heart.

"Just as the grand competition was underway," the old man took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and solemnly announced, "Our race's sworn enemy, the Void Insect Race, has launched an unprecedented Blood Tide offensive, and all nine lines of defense are simultaneously under attack! Among them, the Third Defense Line, which serves as the last barrier in the Human Race Hinterland, is... on the verge of collapse!"

Boom!

The crowd erupted in uproar, but was immediately gripped by an even heavier pressure.

"According to the Federation Supreme Code, the 'Human Guardians Convention,' wherever the war order is issued, all Martial Artists at the Seventh Grade Immortal Realm and above, regardless of their origin, faction, or location, will be unconditionally conscripted into the army!"

"Immediately, proceed to the front lines!"

"The Four Academies Competition has now concluded. This area is now for pre-battle mobilization!"

After he finished speaking, no one else said a word.

The shock on the faces of the Prodigies who had just been fighting for personal glory and the honor of their school of thought quickly faded.

Zhan Kuang, the chief of the Ancient Martial Arts School, silently put away his smile. He glanced at Chen Fan beside him, and the fighting spirit in his eyes had turned into a heavy sea of fire.

Zhao Xiaotian, the top student of the Nine Provinces Martial Academy, possessed an unparalleled domineering aura that was restrained, and his straight spine resembled a spear piercing the Firmament.

Lin Jingyu...

One after another, the top Prodigies who had reached the pinnacle in their respective fields exchanged glances at each other almost simultaneously.

In their eyes, the former competitiveness and rivalry have vanished.

Instead, a flame called responsibility has taken its place.

The next moment, as if by some unspoken understanding, they both took a step forward simultaneously.

Their movements were synchronized and unwavering.

On the spectator stands not far away, Tuo Bashan clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking. He looked at the Red Blood Battle Order and felt the overwhelming killing intent. Instead of fear, he roared, his eyes filled with barely suppressed madness and excitement.

"Finally... I can kill to my heart's content!"

The opponent he spoke of was no longer Chen Fan, but the endless Alien Races.

Shen Xuan pressed his hand on the hilt of the Sword Hilt at his waist, while Su Qingyue's gaze was as cold and clear as the moon.

The three of them looked at Chen Fan in the arena, their expressions complex.

Chen Fan slowly shifted his gaze from the Red Blood Battle Order.

No grand scenes of Human Race righteousness flashed through his mind; only two blurry yet warm figures appeared, along with the drunken captain, the taciturn female sniper, and the technician who was as thin as Monkey in that dilapidated barracks in War Zone 450.

The Third Defense Line... is on the verge of collapse.

He didn't utter any grand words, but calmly turned around and, facing the group of mentors, including Old Freak Wang, who were looking at him solemnly on the high platform, he bowed respectfully and performed a standard disciple's salute.

No words were needed; his actions spoke volumes.

"All those who have been called upon, board the ship immediately and return to your respective academies to await zone assignment!"

The voices of the Chief Instructor from each college rang out one after another, swift and decisive.

The atmosphere was tense. Former adversaries had now become comrades, silently and resolutely marching toward their respective assembly points.

Chen Fan walked over to Zhan Kuang, whose breathing was slightly weak due to exhaustion, took out a bright green pill from his pocket, and handed it to him.

"Senior Fellow Apprentice," he said softly, "The battlefield is not a martial arts contest; be careful in everything you do."

Zhan Kuang was slightly taken aback. Looking into Chen Fan's clear eyes and feeling the heartfelt care, he didn't hesitate. He took the pill and swallowed it in one gulp, then nodded heavily.

"The same to you."

After a brief exchange, everyone returned to their group.

"Star River Martial Academy, provide support to the Third Defense Line!"

When Old Freak Wang solemnly announced the support target, Chen Fan's steps did not falter in the slightest.

He took one last look at the plaza that had witnessed his ascent to the pinnacle of his generation, then resolutely turned and led the disciples of the Star River Martial Academy onto the Star Bridge leading to war.

Just as he was about to step into the hatch of the giant Starship of the Star River Martial Academy.

Buzz!!

A very faint vibration came from the Personal Terminal on my wrist.

Chen Fan paused, raising his hand to look.

A communication request, encrypted at the highest level and flashing a blinding red light, was stubbornly pulsating.

The sender's signature was a name that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Huo Yan.

Upon seeing the signature flashing on the Light Screen, Chen Fan's foot, which was about to step through the hatch, froze in mid-air.