Shaking the World

"Tang Ping, the Grade A Trial is to kill 50 primary Beast General-level Mang Oxen surrounding you within 30 minutes. If you die during the process, you fail."

"Heh... only 50? I'll finish them off in ten minutes." Tang Ping smiled confidently.

"Grade A Trial, begin!" Strong, ox-like monsters appeared one after another on the distant grassland.

"Moo..." The 50 Mang Ox monsters roared, thundering as they charged rapidly toward Tang Ping.

Although I've never dealt with so many monsters of the same rank at once in reality, my footwork is at the Conception Level. This scene? A piece of cake. Facing the charging herd of Mang Oxen, Tang Ping stood motionless, holding his Blood Shadow Battle Blade, calm and steady.

"Boom..."

Finally, as the first Mang Ox reached him, Tang Ping moved. With footwork precise to the limit, he easily dodged the oxen one by one. Simultaneously, his Conception Level blade technique, infused with the 3.5x force of the fourth layer of the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade, effortlessly slaughtered the monsters.

That's right, Tang Ping's Nine-Layered Thunder Blade had broken through to the fourth layer during this period. Since he had already purchased the first five layers on the martial arts hall platform, he could unleash it now without any reservations.

It was incredibly easy; the Mang Oxen fell one after another under his blade.

"Time elapsed: 5 minutes and 12 seconds. All 50 Mang Oxen killed. Grade A Trial, passed! Congratulations, student Tang Ping." A god-like electronic voice echoed across the entire grassland.

"So fast!" Yang Hui was clearly startled by the speed at which Tang Ping cleared the trial.

Following this, Jiang Yang and the others entered the Trial Tower space one by one, and in the end, they all successfully passed the Grade A Trial.

After exiting the Nine-Layered Building, Yang Hui continued to explain the various rules of the Elite Training Camp to the group while leading them toward the students' living quarters.

Soon, after crossing a wooden arched bridge, they arrived at a complex of buildings. Yang Hui pointed not far away: "That garden over there is the South China Pavilion. There is only one student in the South China Pavilion right now, but since you five brothers have arrived all at once, the South China Pavilion is about to get lively."

The South China Pavilion consisted of three buildings. There was no help for it; usually, the number of people from the same base city in the Elite Training Camp at one time wasn't very high, so three buildings were more than enough in most cases. Given the current situation with Tang Ping and his friends, they would have to share, but since the brothers were close, these were minor details.

"Xue Tian!" Yang Hui called out directly toward one of the buildings.

Immediately, a figure jumped down from the building—a young man wearing a black training suit.

"New students? Are these all of them?" The youth, Xue Tian, looked at Yang Hui with some confusion.

"Yes, these are all newcomers from your South China Base City. You are their senior; Tang Ping and the others have just arrived, so you should look after them." After Yang Hui briefly introduced both parties, he spoke.

"Rest assured, leave it to me." Xue Tian nodded and said.

"Alright, then I'll be off." Yang Hui smiled and then left directly.

Of the three buildings in the South China Pavilion, Xue Tian lived in the one on the left. Tang Ping and his brothers didn't want to trouble anyone else, so they moved into the right and middle buildings respectively. In any case, there were plenty of rooms inside, so it didn't make much of a difference.

After gaining a better understanding of the Elite Training Camp under the guidance of Senior Xue Tian, the brothers returned to their quarters, each filled with ambition, and began to cultivate diligently. Of course, that excluded Tang Ping.

What Tang Ping did every day was very simple: he went around the training camp inquiring about the various situations of the other students.

Although one could gauge a student's overall strength from the Black Dragon Ranking, strength didn't necessarily equate to talent. Those at the top of the rankings were mostly senior students about to graduate, but were senior students necessarily more talented than the newcomers? That was definitely nonsense.

Therefore, Tang Ping decided to observe more to ensure the talent of the "tools" he bound was the best. Additionally, he tried to only bind Huaxia people; after all, he still possessed a strong sense of patriotism.

After wandering around for a few days like this, Tang Ping finally completed the binding of his new Apprentice Level tools during the welcome banquet held by the Huaxia students for his group of brothers.

From then on, he could rest easy and lie flat until he reached the Planetary Level.

Life in the Elite Training Camp was somewhat dull for Tang Ping. After all, he didn't like cultivation at all, and in this place where internal competition was fierce, he couldn't find anyone to hang out with. His brothers were each more diligent than the last, making him feel too embarrassed to disturb them.

He could only relax when it was his turn to hunt on odd-numbered days. On even-numbered days, he basically stayed home, lying around and reading books. Bored, he wanted to graduate and leave even sooner.

It was just that he had arrived less than a month ago and felt too embarrassed to leave; otherwise, he would have gone to kill two Lord-level monsters to graduate right now.

Time flew by until the end of the month. The students in the training camp became even more intensely competitive, each fighting desperately to nudge their ranking a little higher.

The few people Tang Ping had selected as his tools were clearly favored by fate. Even though Tang Ping only gave them the lowest reward distribution ratio, their cultivation efficiency had nearly doubled compared to before, and each of them had made significant progress this month.

As for Tang Ping's brothers, it went without saying—with the highest reward distribution ratio, they surpassed even the true geniuses of this world.

When the Black Dragon Ranking locked in on the final day, it was destined to be a moment that shocked the world.

The final rankings of the five of them were:

NO.1 Tang Ping (561101).

NO.49 Li Ze (561102).

NO.56 Jiang Yang (561105).

NO.58 Li Zhongyun (561103).

NO.62 Wang Zhizhong (561104).

One first place, and everyone in the top hundred!

Like a nuclear explosion, the world boiled over at this moment. Major powers all took note of the names of the five of them, each planning how to win them over.

And the high-level officials of the Limit Martial Arts Hall, naturally, would not sit idle.

Virtual space.

Inside a large conference hall, the floor was silver, the walls were silver, and the massive round table was also silver. Only six chairs were pure black, a black that seemed capable of swallowing everything.

And at this moment, around the six chairs surrounding the silver round table...

Five of the chairs were occupied by five figures in white robes.

The ceiling of the conference hall was an endless starry sky, appearing boundless.

Five figures in white robes: three Huaxia people, one white person, and one black person.

"Everyone, these are the files on Tang Ping and the other four."

Following this, the group began a discussion regarding what kind of treatment should be granted to Tang Ping and his four companions.

This was none other than the legendary highest-level meeting of the Limit Martial Arts Hall—the Round Table Conference. Only six people were qualified to participate: the Hall Master, Hong, and the five great Inspectors.

Usually, the Round Table Conference was held by the five Inspectors, and the Hall Master himself rarely intervened.