Looking at the scene before him, Logo recalled the details of the survival phase that had been announced before the start of the competition.
The world before them, just like before, existed within the Demigod, the Verdant Courtyard.
Unlike before, here, the athletes' physical abilities will be put under tremendous pressure, making it difficult for them to fly, causing their strength to drop drastically, and giving them a hunger sensation no different from that of ordinary people.
If you don't eat for several hours, you will feel hungry; if you don't drink water, you will feel thirsty. Once either of these conditions occurs, your strength will be reduced again.
Meanwhile, this world is teeming with all sorts of creatures and rife with dangers. To survive here, the first things to solve are water and food.
"As expected of Survival Battle, it puts all the contestants in this state. It's quite novel, but it feels pretty good..." Looking down at his outstretched hands, Logo took a step forward, facing the blowing sand, moving forward little by little.
"The Survival Battle will last the longest, a full ten days. Take your time, there's no rush."
The indifferent voice gradually faded into the distance. Under the swirling yellow sand, all traces were quickly buried, and in the blink of an eye, everything was exactly the same as before.
The desert seemed endless; Logo walked for three or four hours, and the scenery remained exactly the same as before.
"Looks like I landed in a rather remote place."
The wind whistled in his ears, Logo's thirst grew stronger. His strength was rapidly waning, making him move much slower.
If he doesn't find an oasis again and this situation continues, Logo might even be eliminated outright, making him lament his fluctuating luck.
He had a stroke of luck before, getting two Legend quality sniper rifles, but now his luck has run out, and he's being tormented by the harsh environment.
Fortunately, no matter how vast the world is, it eventually comes to an end.
Moreover, within the space existing inside this Demigod, after more than ten minutes, Logo finally encountered a living being other than himself.
"Sand Spirit? I didn't expect such creatures to exist here." Logo looked at the several clumps of sand that were playing not far away with curiosity in his eyes.
Their forms often change, sometimes humanoid, sometimes beastoid, and sometimes even into weapons. They play and frolic with each other like children, showing that the intelligence level of these Sand Spirit is probably similar to that of a human child under ten years old.
"I seem to remember that the Sand Spirit can communicate through some kind of special fluctuation. If this fluctuation can be changed, they can be made to obey my commands..."
Logo narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind surging with a vast amount of memories, but he found his answer almost instantly.
"Give it a try!"
His eyes narrowed, Logo extended his fingertip, a Fire of Birth emerging from his fingertip, flickering and burning like a candle flame.
With a thought, energy particles changed rapidly. The variables generated every second could consume the entire computing power of an ordinary computer, but for Logo, it was no problem at all, like Qingfeng breeze. Unbeknownst to him, his computing power had become terrifyingly powerful.
Buzz!!
Once the energy particles completed their analysis and reconstruction, a fan-shaped wave suddenly spread out from Logo's center.
Several Sand Spirit who were playing not far ahead suddenly froze, and then, as if paying homage to a king, came before Logo.
Reaching out, Logo gently touched the Sand Spirit, smiled slightly, and after subtly altering his energy fluctuations, began to communicate with them.
The Sand Spirit are unique creatures born from the desert. They can blend into the Sand Sea, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, and can perceive a great deal of information through the sand.
Simply put, by mastering these Sand Spirit, Logo possessed intelligence on a vast area. He knew exactly who had been there, where everyone was currently, where the water and food were.
Logo quickly learned the nearest supply point from the Sand Spirit.
The Uvaru People are a humanoid race. Adults are about 2.3 to 2.4 meters tall, with brownish-yellow skin. They like to tattoo all sorts of patterns on their skin, and the more outrageous and bloody the patterns, the more they like them.
This race, much like the Sand Spirit, is scattered throughout the world and occupies the top position in the pyramid.
Unlike the Sand Spirit, the Uvaru People mainly live in oases, while the former live in the yellow sand.
Having this intelligence gave Logo a lot of ideas.
The Survival Battle has no points system and will not end early.
There is only one rule: survive for ten days. After ten days, those who survive will enter the arena stage, which is the final battle.
If you can't persevere, you'll naturally be eliminated.
The Martial Arts Tournament is never about one-on-one life-or-death battles in the ring. The essence of the fight is to maintain a burning fighting spirit in all situations and to be able to deal with all unexpected situations. This is the original intention of holding the competition.
Logo's thought, from beginning to end, boiled down to just two words: to make a name for himself.
With the help of the Sand Spirit, surviving here for a lifetime, let alone ten days, would be a piece of cake.
But he wasn't content with just advancing to the ring stage; he wanted to do something eye-catching and test the reliability of his ideas.
Of course, all of this is predicated on having enough to eat.
Clutching his rumbling stomach, Logo, guided by the information he received from the Sand Spirit, traversed the vast expanse of yellow sand and finally arrived at a sizable oasis.
However, his arrival caused the oasis guards to bare their grime-covered, yellowed teeth.
Looking at the dozen or so Uvaru People in front of him, Logo slowly pulled out a sniper rifle from behind his back.
The elemental activity of this world has been suppressed, and the energy is not very abundant. The Fire of Birth is recovering slowly, so we can't be as extravagant as we were in the outside world. We must be careful with our money.
The weapon in Logo's hand enraged the Uvaru People, who charged forward with incredible speed. The strange patterns on their bodies writhed like worms and snakes, and in the next moment, crimson sparks flew from the bodies of these barbarians.
Bang!
With a single shot fired, the bullet struck the enemy's head. Logo, with his keen observation of details, was naturally able to identify which of these Uvaru People was the leader.
Puff!!
The bullet spun and pierced the opponent's chest, but only partially penetrated the body; the opponent's skin was much tougher than expected.
"A two-star Rare quality sniper rifle couldn't even kill this guy with a single shot. According to Sand Spirit's intelligence, tens of thousands of Uvaru People live in this oasis. Even if only a portion of them are at this level, that would be enough to overwhelm and kill me. And if it were to deal with other players..."
With his mind racing, Logo became even more resolute in his decision.
So, when faced with the remaining Uvaru People rushing towards him, he opened his mouth and uttered a bunch of gibberish in a strange language.
This is the racial language of the Uvaru People. Logo mastered the language in a short time by observing their simple conversations and by gathering information from the memories of the Sand Spirit.
After the words were spoken, the Uvaru People on the other side were clearly stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding how this strange fellow could speak their language.
"Take me to your leader and tell him I have a way to cure your Fire Scorch Disease."
Logo's words caused the Uvaru People opposite him to change their expressions drastically. One of them hurriedly ran towards the center of the oasis, while the rest shakily picked up their makeshift weapons and stared at Logo, but much of their hostility dissipated, and even a hint of expectation and goodwill flashed in their eyes.
"What? You're saying that outsider has the ability to cure our Fire Scorch Disease?" Kado stood up in a panic, grabbed the messenger by the neck, and asked excitedly, sparks flying from his skin.
"Yes, Chief, that's what that person said."
"In that case, let's go see him. If he can cure our Fire Scorch Disease, that would be wonderful," Kado murmured. After saying that, he hurriedly left his humble abode, leading three hundred elite warriors of the Uvaru People, and headed towards the direction of Logo.
The two sides met.
Kado then asked eagerly, "You said it can cure Fire Scorch Disease, is that true?"
"When did I say I could cure Fire Scorch Disease?" Logo asked, feigning surprise, shrugging his shoulders.
"Are you kidding me?" Kado's face darkened, as if water could drip from it. A terrifying aura condensed around him. This guy's combat power had definitely reached the Tier Seven, and not just any ordinary Tier Seven. Logo could sense it.
Faced with such a furious Kado, Logo was not alarmed but rather delighted, looking at the strong Uvaru People in front of him as if he were examining some treasure.
Kado felt a chill run down his spine under Logo's scrutinizing gaze. Under the watchful eye of this delicate-skinned outsider, he felt like a wild beast with its limbs bound, its skin being sliced open inch by inch by that gaze, its flesh dug out, then its bones, its internal organs...
Although the feeling was fleeting, it greatly startled Kado, causing him to take several steps back, much to the surprise of the warriors behind him.
"Oh? Your senses are quite sharp." Logo smiled faintly, this time using the Astral Common, as if he knew that the Uvaru People opposite him could understand it.
"Outsider, why have you deceived us?" Kado roared, veins bulging on his forehead, looking utterly enraged.
"Deceive? I didn't." Logo raised an eyebrow.
"You had someone tell me before that you could cure Fire Scorch Disease, but now you're denying it," Kado growled.
"Denial? What are you talking about? Of course I can cure Fire Scorch Disease, why would I lie to you?"
Upon hearing this, Kado paused, then frowned and asked, "Then why did you say you couldn't cure Fire Scorch Disease?"
Logo scoffed. "Heh, the treatment I speak of will certainly address both the symptoms and the root cause. But based on the intelligence I currently possess, you Uvaru People can forget about completely curing your bloodline ailment in this world. However, you can certainly buy time."
"Bloodline disease? You actually... figured it out?" Kado looked surprised, and his gaze towards Logo changed drastically.
"Is that so difficult? It's just a mere Fire Scorch Disease. If we leave this world, I'm 100% confident I can completely rid your entire race of this bloodline ailment."
Kado looked up, gave Logo a complicated look, and then stepped aside. "Please follow me."
The group of several hundred people split in the middle, and fierce-looking Uvaru People warriors stared wide-eyed as Logo calmly passed in front of them.
Kado led the way, but his peripheral vision and perception were observing Logo. When he noticed that the latter remained calm under the malicious gaze of so many people, he felt a mix of heaviness and joy. This meant that Logo was indeed confident in his knowledge of the Fire Scorch Disease.
Only Kado and Logo remained in the simple room.
"Tell me, what do you want?" Kado asked.
Logo didn't answer his question, but instead casually asked, "You Uvaru People must be from the outside world, right?"
Kado paused for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Indeed, our clan offended the Elf Race and was relocated to the Verdant Courtyard. They said they would spare our clan in two thousand years. But..."
"But the Fire Scorch Disease is accelerating the erosion of your people's strength," Logo finished for Kado.
"How many years until the day we leave, as promised to the Elf Race?" Logo asked.
"524 years," Kado voice.
"There's not enough time, is there?" Logo walked up to Kado, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at the latter.
Kado was initially furious, but quickly calmed down. "That's right! Since arriving here, the Fire Scorch Disease, which wasn't initially very serious, has become increasingly harmful to my people. It not only affects lifespan but also severely impacts the birth rate. If this continues, I'm afraid my Uvaru People will disappear from this world within a century."
"I know." Logo nodded, still smiling. "So, how about we make a deal?"
Kado asked in a low voice, "What deal?"
"For the next ten days, your entire tribe will be at my unconditional service. In return, I can guarantee that you will survive until 524 years from now."
"Unconditional command? What are you going to do, send us to our deaths?" Kado asked.
Logo looked at him like he was a fool. "I'm telling you to die, and you agree?"
"This..." Kado was speechless.
Logo chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm just asking you to do what you can, and incidentally, help me hunt down a few people."
"Pursuing them? Are there many?"
"Probably eight or nine hundred."
"How strong are you?"
"Their average skill level is about the same as the soldier I injured."
"I see..." Kado frowned. "It seems our tribe is a bit short-handed."
"Then go and invite people from other tribes. You can't keep all this good stuff to yourself, can you?" Logo said with a half-smile.
Kado's expression stiffened, and his ulterior motives quietly disappeared. "I will inform the other tribes, but before that, you need to demonstrate your abilities; words alone are not enough."
"Of course." Logo nodded, then turned and walked away. After a few steps, he turned back to look at the dazed-looking Kado, raised an eyebrow, and said, "What are you still standing there for? Lead the way."
"Lead the way? Where are you going?"
"Of course it's your warehouse. How am I supposed to prepare the medicine without the materials?"
"Well, that's true. Come with me..."
Kado scratched his head awkwardly and led Logo to the warehouse.
Upon seeing the dazzling array of materials, Logo's eyes lit up slightly, and he chuckled softly, whispering, "Now, let the game begin..."