Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Amid dense bursts of air-splitting whistles and turbulent airflow, the Eternal Star Alliance's hundred thousand Star Tier trainees descended onto the platform one after another.
The platform was paved with some kind of high-strength grayish-white alloy, its area comparable to that of a small city.
At this moment, the platform was roughly divided into three areas.
Aside from the area where the Eternal Star Alliance had just landed, the other two had long been packed with people, their auras mixed yet powerful.
In the area to the left, most wore standardized yet differently styled fitted battle armor or martial outfits.
Many carried or held exaggerated weapons, their bodies surrounded by a chilling, murderous aura.
They were the contestants from the Godslayer Martial Hall—a group of lunatics who regarded battle as their faith and pursued the pinnacle of individual martial strength.
The area on the right appeared even more mixed.
Their clothing came in all varieties, from finely made standardized Combat Suits to customized armor brimming with personal style.
Some gathered in small groups to talk quietly, while others maintained all manner of firearms, energy weapons, and even large mechanical exoskeletons alone.
The air was permeated with a practical, efficient, and slightly wild atmosphere.
This was the Cosmic Mercenary Alliance's contingent, battle-hardened pragmatists who spent their lives on the edge of death, carrying out all kinds of dangerous missions.
Beyond their own strength, they were even more adept at using all kinds of external equipment in battle.
The arrival of the Eternal Star Alliance trainees immediately drew the attention of both groups.
Countless gazes turned toward them, scrutinizing, examining, evaluating...
Many of them carried obvious contempt and disdain.
"Heh, the Eternal Star Alliance's academics have finally arrived."
"Taking their sweet time. I thought they wouldn't dare come this