The moment Ling Zhan's words fell.
Not only Zhou Xue'er beside him, but even General Li on the other end of the call froze.
Clearly.
Neither of them had expected Ling Zhan, who usually seemed devoid of wants and desires, to suddenly insist on participating in this deathmatch tournament.
General Li was, after all, General Li.
Having weathered countless storms, he was only stunned for a moment by Ling Zhan's request before regaining his composure.
"If you want to participate, then naturally you can. But you also know that this is a frontline battlefield. Since it is a battlefield, whether it's military merit or something you want to achieve, you must rely on your own strength!"
"I can't change the previously decided roster just because you say you want to participate."
"So... tomorrow is the day our Fourth Squad returns to the fortress."
"They have already learned about the deathmatch tournament in advance. So if you want another spot to compete, you have only one path."
"That is to gain the recognition of the elite squads."
"No problem with that, right?"
General Li's tone was very gentle.
If it had been any other squad member voluntarily applying to participate in the deathmatch tournament.
He would definitely have given them a severe reprimand on the spot.
But this person was Ling Zhan...
That was another matter entirely.
Having personally witnessed the merits Ling Zhan had earned since arriving at the fortress, General Li actually felt that Ling Zhan was qualified to participate as well.
It was just that Ling Zhan had never fought a level 95 enemy.
Don't be fooled by the mere five-level gap between level 90 and level 95.
In reality, the difference in attributes between them was enormous!
It had been said before.
The higher one's level became