Elite Training Camp

"Tang Ping, Li Ze, Jiang Yang, Li Zhongyun, and Wang Zhizhong, let me introduce you all." Cheng Wei smiled, standing beside a middle-aged man. "This is Mr. Yang, a special envoy from the global headquarters of our Limit Martial Arts Hall. Mr. Yang is a War God powerhouse."

"Mr. Yang," everyone shouted in unison.

Hehe... he really came, and quite quickly too, Tang Ping thought with a chuckle.

He had intentionally revealed a portion of his strength while training at the martial arts hall specifically to attract their attention and secure a spot at the Elite Training Camp at headquarters.

Of course, Tang Ping wasn't going there for the training facilities or rewards; he didn't care for such trifles. His primary goal was to bind a few of the greatest geniuses as his "tools." After all, he had been a Martial Artist for several months now, and he still had several empty slots for his tools.

As for his good brothers, they truly needed to utilize the training conditions there to accelerate their progress.

"Mr. Yang traveled all the way from our global headquarters to South China Base City specifically because of you few. He has put a great deal of effort into this, so you must thank him properly," Cheng Wei said with a smile.

"No need for thanks. It is their own talent and hard work that earned them this opportunity," Yang Hui said with a faint smile.

In truth, having five geniuses with enough talent to enter the Elite Training Camp appear in one place at the same time—and being close brothers at that—inevitably made some people suspicious. However, with Hong pressing down from above, at least on the surface, no one dared to act recklessly.

Yang Hui was among those curious, but he certainly wouldn't dare to probe into their secrets.

"Spend these next few days settling your affairs. In three days, you will accompany me to the global headquarters to undergo the trial. Once you accept the trial, you will remain there to study," Yang Hui said in a professional tone, suppressing his curiosity.

After Yang Hui left, the director, Cheng Wei, explained the details of the trial they would face at the headquarters and the Elite Training Camp they would join upon passing.

Three days passed in a flash. Tang Ping and the others did not train during this time, choosing instead to stay home with their families, as they didn't know how long it would be before they returned.

Tang Ping was the exception; he didn't train simply because he didn't need to. He had already planned his time at the Elite Training Camp: he would bind the tools he needed and then graduate. He had no intention of staying long, though there was clearly no need to tell the others that in advance.

After arriving at the airport in Hongning Base City, the headquarters of the Limit Martial Arts Hall, via passenger jet, Tang Ping and his group took a private vehicle directly to the Elite Training Camp.

Soon.

"We've arrived at the training camp. Let's get out," Yang Hui said.

Upon entering the main gate, they saw a giant dragon sculpture. A nearly fifty-meter-tall black dragon stared at them with massive eyes, its endless aura of darkness pressing down instantly. It left Jiang Yang and Li Ze breathless. Tang Ping, however, was fine; he had been mentally prepared, and his strength was superior to his brothers'.

On the black scales of the fifty-meter-long dragon were small display screens, each bearing a name.

NO.1 Zhu Qiang (540601)

NO.2 Renates Bridge (530321)

From top to bottom, there were 173 names in total.

Yang Hui smiled from the side. "This is the ranking. There are currently 173 students in the Elite Training Camp, all top geniuses from around the world. Of course, this is because a group just graduated and the next batch hasn't been fully recruited yet. Once recruitment is finished, the total number is usually between 180 and 190. You are ranked based on your combat power points, from highest to lowest. You all must strive for the highest ranking possible."

"Ranking? Does the ranking determine our treatment?" Jiang Yang asked, staring at the names on the dragon's scales.

"Yes!" Yang Hui glanced at Jiang Yang. "The higher the rank, the better the treatment. The competition here is much more intense than anywhere else. Only with a higher rank can you claim more training resources."

"As for the bottom three, if you remain in the bottom three for three consecutive assessments, you will be eliminated. This is to weed out those who try to bribe their way in."

"Come, I will take you to the Nine-Layered Building now to take the Grade A Trial. Once you pass, you will officially become members of the Elite Training Camp. Given your strength, you shouldn't have any problems."

"Understood," Tang Ping and the others nodded and quickly followed.

Each floor of the Nine-Layered Building was about six meters high, and the building itself was over 130 meters long and wide—a truly massive structure.

While the exterior looked classical, the interior was incredibly modern.

They took the elevator to the ninth floor, which was an empty hall with a few mats, though it was currently deserted.

Led by Yang Hui, the five of them reached the back of the hall, where a corridor led to several large rooms. In the innermost room, there were only two sofas, each with a deep blue helmet resting on it.

"These two helmets were painstakingly replicated by our human scientists, modeled after the consciousness sensors found in ancient civilization ruins," Yang Hui said, pointing to the helmets. "We can only replicate these simple sensors; as for the virtual space host, it remains that ancient machine sleeping underground for who knows how many years."

"Put it on, and your consciousness will enter a highly simulated virtual space that is indistinguishable from the real world," Yang Hui continued. "Once inside, we will have you enter the 'Trial Tower' to take the Grade A Trial."

"Well, Tang Ping, you go first," Yang Hui said, casually selecting Tang Ping to start the Trial Tower assessment.

"Alright." Tang Ping agreed without hesitation, lay down on the sofa, picked up the helmet, and put it on.

On an endless silver plain, two figures appeared one after the other: Tang Ping and Yang Hui.

"Look, that seven-story Trial Tower over there is where you will take your test," Yang Hui said, pointing to the only building visible in the distance.

As they walked toward the tower, Yang Hui explained the various rules of the Trial Tower to Tang Ping.

"Tang Ping, please select your combat suit and weapon. Once selected, you have one minute to enter the Trial Tower and begin the Grade A Trial!" An electronic voice suddenly echoed throughout the virtual space.

After quickly selecting and equipping his combat suit and weapon, Tang Ping walked straight into the pitch-black entrance. It felt as if space had shifted, and he was instantly transported into a vast, desolate grassland.