Barbecue and Flying Saucer

The main screen in the monitoring hall was playing a video of Bai Yang instantly killing several monsters.

Countless eyes scrutinized his movements, and a thoughtful staff member proactively selected a ten-times slow-motion playback.

Wang Heng and Iron Monkey frowned deeply, rewatching seven or eight times without ever telling the staff member to stop the replay.

Instant kills! No matter how they looked at it, it was a complete crushing in terms of strength and speed!

It was as if this Bai Yang hadn't used any movement technique at all—but how was that possible?!

When you're surrounded by seven or eight massive monsters attacking at once, wouldn't you think to use a movement technique to dodge?

If you don't even have that basic level of combat awareness, then what kind of warrior are you?

Wang Heng's heart still refused to accept it. "Hundred-times slow motion. I don't believe it!"

This time, the footage was truly slowed to an extreme.

A mere three seconds of video, yet everyone watched it for several minutes.

"I get it! Look at his eyes! Zoom in, replay!" Finally, a staff member spotted the issue.

Wang Heng and the officer immediately focused on Bai Yang's eyes. It turned out that within the first second, his eyeballs shifted direction several times, taking in the positions of all seven monsters at once.

Then his gaze began to go vacant—an expression that seemed like...?

Boredom?

Next, Bai Yang casually thrust his sword, and a curved sword light pierced straight through the heads of all seven monsters!

The seven monsters stood at different positions—some high, some low, some left, some right.

To accomplish this with a single strike required not only Bai Yang's sword technique to be masterful beyond compare, but also strict demands on his strength and speed.

It also required him to be in the most optimal and convenient position—and this was clearly no accident!

Unconsciously, he had always occupied the best combat position.

He was even guiding the enemy to willingly stand where he wanted them, using their own lives to cooperate with their opponent!

This movement technique was profoundly mysterious, seemingly surpassing even the so-called "perfect" by a notch.

Iron Monkey's voice trembled slightly. "Is this a Conception-level movement technique?"

Wang Heng's forehead muscles bulged as he racked his brain. "No! The fourth- and fifth-year senior students at War God Camp have Conception-level movement techniques too!

I haven't fought them, but I've watched them! But he's different—completely, utterly different!!"

No clearance! Classified!

Wang Heng and Iron Monkey instantly understood the weight of those two words.

Yes, they really weren't worthy of knowing yet!

The two exchanged a glance, and suddenly everything felt dull and meaningless. They were still small fries!

They glanced at Luo Feng on screen 21. He was currently dealing with a siege of several monsters, using this rare opportunity to jump, dodge, and continuously train his movement technique.

Wang Heng suddenly sighed, unwilling to watch any longer. He turned and left, heading back to the Thunder Dojo's quarters to sleep.

The officer nicknamed Iron Monkey, bound by duty, had no choice but to stay.

For him, this night was destined to be a long one.

In the monitoring hall, no one wanted to watch Bai Yang anymore. They couldn't understand it anyway, and watching was a waste of time.

Bai Yang, naturally, knew nothing of this. Though he had intended to show off his skills, he hadn't expected such an effect.

At this moment, around him lay the corpses of twenty-seven or twenty-eight monsters, scattered haphazardly.

The entire center of the town had been cleared by his kills.

The nearby monsters had already realized this was "his" territory and dared not come to provoke him anymore.

He lit a fire and casually began turning a simple makeshift grill.

He was roasting monster flesh and blood, looking as if he wanted to have a proper taste.

In truth, the moment his palm touched the fresh flesh, he secretly opened it and absorbed a portion into his body.

The speed of the Shadow Cat, the defensive strength of the Iron-Haired Wild Boar, the perception and explosive power of the Tiger Mastiff.

The excellent genes of these three types of monsters were being analyzed and absorbed by his Monster King ability.

On the surface, he sat motionless, roasting meat, but inside his body, a deeper evolution was taking place.

After about ten minutes or so, Bai Yang stood up and stretched.

"These three types of monsters are too weak! Sure enough, they're H-Rank. My original attributes were already too high, so they barely added any points.

If I really want to get stronger, I'll have to go deeper into the Wilderness Zone and find some tougher monsters."

For him, this practical assessment was essentially over.

After returning tomorrow during the day, he would be able to get an account, log into the Huaxia Military Network, and start selecting various techniques and manuals—most importantly, a Guidance Technique.

By then, his combat ability would skyrocket once again.

But Bai Yang still hadn't fully decided which technique to choose.

He felt that whether it was Hong's World Destroyer spear art or Thor's Nine-Layer Thunder Blade, neither quite hit the mark—neither suited him well.

Others were outside on the periphery, bitterly fighting for their lives or even fleeing for survival, each treasuring this rare time, staying up late to improve themselves.

Only he was leisurely making a fire and cooking in the center of the town, even dozing off to sleep.

With satellite surveillance here, there was no need to practice the Five Hearts Toward Heaven Cultivation Method—otherwise, he was afraid he'd really scare people.

Actually, others were already scared enough.

After dawn, at the entrance to the monster town, batches of prospective martial artists walked out.

Almost every prospective martial artist bore traces of blood—whether monster blood or their own.

Some were being helped out by their friends.

Luo Feng, Wan Dong, and Ma Xiao were the ones among this batch who had been recruited early, and their harvests drew the most attention.

"Luo Feng, 36 kills! Even more than Ma Xiao!"

"Wan Dong, 51?"

Their results immediately sparked a round of exclamations.

Yang Wu returned this time with five ears in hand, his expression indescribably excited.

He hadn't even had time to congratulate Luo Feng when he saw the other man being invited away by soldiers.

Yang Wu could only wait outside, occasionally glancing toward the town gate, waiting for Bai Yang to come out.

After a moment, Bai Yang finally walked out and went first to turn in the monster's left ears.

"Bai Yang, five! Is that all?" The officer said this, then gave him a meaningful look.

Bai Yang and Yang Wu, standing nearby, were both taken aback. What did that mean?

"You clearly killed so many monsters—why not cut off a few more ears?"

Bai Yang vaguely guessed what he was getting at and smiled. "More wouldn't fill my stomach anyway. Isn't passing just fine?"

You were clearly eating pretty happily! And you even said it had a good chew!

The officer grumbled inwardly. He could barely restrain his curiosity, and saying a couple of lines was his limit; he couldn't ask any more.

By then, Luo Feng had also come out and directly refused Wang Heng's recruitment offer.

Unlike the original story, Wang Heng's recruitment intent was much weaker, almost a mere formality.

The three of them naturally gathered together, and Wang Heng, watching from afar, let out another sigh.

Just then, a sudden rumbling sound came from the sky.

Wang Heng and Iron Monkey both changed color at once—that was the sound of a sonic boom from a flying saucer traveling at extreme speed!

Enemy attack!? All troops on alert!

The two instantly snapped into combat mode, their killing intent surging.

At this moment, the examinees who hadn't boarded the train also noticed something wrong and looked up at the sky.

"Flying... flying saucers! Two of them!?"

"What are they doing?"

"Looks like they're racing? Are the five great nations at war?"

"How could that be! What are you thinking?"

Bai Yang also glanced up curiously and suddenly noticed that blue flying saucer—why did it look so familiar?