The Second Camp Being Targeted

Guan Zhen's speech was very simple and crude.

The Tenth Battalion Grand Competition also didn't have many rules.

There were a total of ten martial stages and a grand martial stage in the center of the training grounds.

Anyone could jump onto a martial stage to defend their position, and anyone could act as a challenger to challenge the current holder.

Only the ten warriors who remained in the end would be qualified to ascend the final grand martial stage.

Aside from the prohibition of killing on the martial stages, there were no other rules for the duels.

"Since everyone is so humble, allow me, Zhang Hai, to offer a humble stone to attract jade!"

As Guan Zhen's words fell, a warrior quickly jumped onto a martial stage.

Zhang Hai's appearance was like the fuse that ignited the Tenth Battalion Grand Competition.

The ten martial stages instantly became lively, with twenty warriors of similar strength fighting back and forth on the stages, not yielding an inch.

The first wave to enter the ring were mostly Fourth-Order or Fifth-Order Martial Disciples.

During this month of training, all the warriors had made significant progress.

It was now very difficult to find a Third-Order warrior in the Warrior Camp!

After someone was knocked off the stage, a military physician would quickly step forward to examine their injuries and treat the wounded.

The warriors didn't have to worry about their upcoming training being affected by the sparring.

On the ten martial stages, as soon as someone was knocked off, another would quickly take their place.

There was no moment of rest for any of the stages.

Deng Li and the instructors from the other battalions sat together, commenting on the warriors' performances.

"Old Deng, the new recruits in your battalion aren't doing too well."

"Even so, they are warriors from General Guan's Warrior Camp, and they always rank in the middle to lower end of the Tenth Battalion Grand Competition. I think you are still too lenient with your new recruits."

"If they don't die from training, train them to death. Warriors' lives aren't that delicate."

Beside Deng Li, the instructors' words sounded like advice.

But to Deng Li, they were naked mockery!

Guan Shan was, after all, the third brother of General Guan Zhen.

When new recruits were assigned, even if Guan Shan wasn't given preferential treatment, he wouldn't be assigned warriors with poor abilities.

If, without any innate disadvantage, the warriors he led were weaker, wouldn't that mean the instructors themselves were incompetent?

Deng Li's gaze darkened, and just as he was about to get angry, he remembered that Gu Chen's brothers and Yu Qitian hadn't made their move yet, so he calmly sat back down.

"Zhang Zhong, the one who laughs last laughs best."

Deng Li said with a profound smile, "Don't celebrate too early."

Zhang Zhong let out a scoff, this Deng Li was still as stubborn as ever, insisting on saving face at the cost of suffering.

"I'd like to see what your Second Battalion will use to make a comeback!"

The instructors from the other battalions also cast contemptuous glances.

The ranking of the battalions was based on their strength.

With the current strength of the Second Battalion, they should have long been demoted to a lower-ranked position.

If it weren't for the relationship with General Guan Shan and General Guan Zhen, what right would Deng Li and his group have to occupy the position of the Second Battalion?

More than one battalion had already voiced their complaints about this.

It wasn't obvious during training.

But once a war broke out, different battalions would be assigned different missions.

The Second Battalion could easily receive missions that would allow them to achieve great merit!

They knew that the Sword-toothed Country might attack at any moment.

At that time, all the credit would go to the First and Second Battalions!

They couldn't compete with the First Battalion, but they couldn't even compete with the Second Battalion?

As long as the Second Battalion suffered another crushing defeat this time.

Even if General Guan Zhen wanted to show favoritism, he would have to make Guan Shan give up the position of the Second Battalion!

Guan Shan and the instructors of the Second Battalion naturally understood this logic.

They watched with heartache as the warriors of the Second Battalion were knocked off the martial stages one after another, their brows furrowed tightly.

"If this continues, our Second Battalion's position will be in danger," Guan Shan said gravely.

The other instructors, who had more volatile tempers, cursed loudly, "These guys must have colluded beforehand, teaming up against our Second Battalion!"

"As long as our people win a single match, they'll send warriors at least one minor rank higher to challenge them on the martial stage!"

"They're just afraid we'll hold onto our spot as the second battalion!"

As long as the second battalion could rank in the top five.

Guan Zhen would be able to keep his position in the second battalion, maybe even settling for third place at most.

Therefore, Guan Shan had spared no expense over the past half-month.

He distributed numerous resources to the new recruits, all to secure this position.

But these people were clearly determined to make them fall to the very bottom!

Although they knew they had only occupied the second battalion's position through connections in recent years.

Because there hadn't been any actual combat, their second battalion was merely an empty title.

Now that war was imminent, they were unwilling to hand over the second battalion's position so easily!

"Originally, if it were just normal sparring, and the first battalion didn't interfere, we would have at least secured a top-five spot this time."

"But with these battalions ganging up, the new recruits simply can't resist."

Several instructors' faces turned ashen.

After all, the new recruits were trained by them.

Watching the new recruits get injured one after another while being targeted, it would be a lie to say they felt no guilt.

The crucial point was that no one had stipulated that the Tenth Battalion Grand Competition couldn't involve challenges between members of the same battalion.

The actions of these battalions were legal and compliant; they couldn't find any fault with them.

The surrounding civilians were unaware of the grudges between the various battalions.

They only cared if the Tenth Battalion Grand Competition was exciting and passionate enough!

Mushan City was located on the border, and its people were known for their fierce spirit.

The strength of the populace was not to be underestimated.

Many civilians were stronger than warriors, reaching the realm of Martial Artists, or even Martial Masters!

Yet, they still watched the sparring of these mere Martial Disciples with great interest.

"It's about time."

After a while, Guan Shan looked at an instructor and gave his orders, "Let Gu Lin and the others go."

The instructor let out a long sigh, cupped his hands, and retreated, quickly heading to the second battalion's preparation area.

"Gu Lin, are you ready?"

Gu Lin nodded, a grin spreading across his face.

"I've been waiting for this."

Under the gaze of the crowd, Gu Lin helped up a comrade who had just been knocked off the stage, then strode onto the martial stage.

The burly man on the stage, Fang Wen, grinned ferociously.

"Another one who's not afraid of death has come up?"

Gu Lin drew his battle saber, its edge pointing directly at Fang Wen, his gaze dismissive.

"You're so arrogant, do your parents know?"

"You're asking for death!"

Fang Wen stomped his right foot, his body surging forward like a tiger descending from the mountain, slashing his saber fiercely towards Gu Lin's throat.

Without holding back at all, he unleashed a life-or-death move from the very first strike!

Gu Lin's eyes turned cold.

"It's just sparring, yet you're so vicious. Today, I'll break your arm!"

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