Omniterrain Simulated Arena, VIP main spectator stand.
Looking down from here, the one-kilometer-diameter circular arena was laid out in full view.
An ordinary person standing here might not be able to make out the details of the combat.
Yet, to a grandmaster, a single strand of hair a thousand meters away was crystal-clear and fully visible.
During the squad battles, the three team leaders of the Training Camp, along with Major General Wang Haiping as the military representative, had all been watching the battle from the monitoring center.
This time, however, there were simply too many people, so they had to come to the stands to "enjoy" the match with their naked eyes.
Of course, in reality, not many people were actually focusing on the match.
That included Han, Luo, and Ni, the three who had been guessing all along what trump cards the military might actually have.
Because...
"Ah, Brother Luo! Since our parting at Mount Tai, it's been many years. You truly retain your old elegance!"
Zhang Yansheng draped his arm over Luo Guang Sheng's shoulder, putting on a terribly familiar act.
At the same time, nearly twenty grandmasters clad in crisp military uniforms lined up, coming over one by one to greet Luo Guang Sheng.
"Junior Brother Luo, I am Zhang Yingyang. Heh, do you still remember me?"
"You don't? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. As long as I remember you!"
"Both of us are graduates of Zhenhai Martial Arts University. I'm two years ahead of you, so you can call me Senior Zhang."
The major general named Zhang Yingyang gave Luo Guang Sheng a "vigorous" and "affectionate" punch, then sat down right on his other side.
"Patriarch Luo, a pleasure, a pleasure. Do you remember me? I am Zhang Xiyue. Blah, blah, blah..."
Another grandmaster