What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Another month has passed.

The outer area of ​​the Battlefield of All Heavens, Level D.

The ground was covered with dry, hard yellow earth, its surface cracked with irregular fissures. A gust of wind swept by, carrying fine sand and gravel that rustled softly against Fan Rui's clothes.

"We're about to leave the outer area. Let's rest for ten minutes."

He looked into the distance and saw a faint blue light belonging to a human teleportation array, flashing rhythmically.

The five-member elite team from Wuyue Martial Arts University stopped in their tracks.

Fan Yue untied the leather water bag hanging from her waist, took two big steps forward, and handed the water bag to Fan Rui.

"Brother, have some water."

Two grayish-black mud marks were smeared on her right cheek, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her forehead with sweat.

But her eyes were wide open, revealing an irrepressible excitement.

"We've had a really good haul this time."

Fan Yue continued excitedly.

"Once we get to the academy, these resources will be enough for me to cultivate to the sixth level of the Thousand Jun realm!"

"With a bit of luck, reaching the seventh level of the Thousand-Pound Realm isn't impossible!"

Fan Yue clenched her little fist and gave her brother a thumbs-up.

The tall, thin boy who was scraping mud off the soles of his boots with a dagger on a nearby weathered rock immediately stopped.

He tucked the dagger back into his waistband, stood up, and slapped his trouser legs twice.

"Fan Yue is right!"

The tall, thin boy chuckled and chimed in.

"The captain's talent is unique among his peers in our Misty Moon Prefecture."

"Once we reach the seventh level of the Thousand-Pound Realm, even if we face that monstrous genius from the Azure Mist Palace at the eighth level, our captain might not be unable to put up a fight!"

Two other boys in the group also came over.

The boy with a buzz cut punched his left palm, making a dull thud.

"Exactly! That freshman from Qinglan Martial Arts University is ridiculously strong. But our captain has real combat experience, earned through countless battles on the battlefields of the heavens."

"With the captain's abilities, it's entirely possible for him to defeat a Thousand-Pound Eighth Level expert, even if he's at a higher level!"

Several young people huddled together, each one more excited than the last in their vocabulary.

The Youth Martial Arts Competition of the Twelve Human Prefectures is the only way for all academies to compete for Federation resources.

Leaving aside the prestigious Shangjing Martial Arts University, none of the remaining eleven prefectures would be willing to admit defeat.

"As long as the captain defeats that monster from Qinglan Mansion on the arena."

Fan Yue pressed her hands together forcefully, palms touching.

"Our Wuyue Martial Arts University is the strongest institution of learning besides the Capital Martial Arts University!"

Fan Rui listened quietly to the team members' discussion, tightened the cork of the water bag again, and hung it back on the buckle of his belt.

He did not refute it.

After two months of fighting, the Yuan energy in his body was already in an extremely saturated state.

He is just one opportunity away from breaking through to the sixth level of the Thousand-Pound Realm.

"Alright, let's get ready to go."

Fan Rui raised his hands and clapped twice forcefully. The crisp sound of the slaps interrupted the team members' reverie.

"It won't be that easy to beat Qinglan Martial Arts University, so don't let your guard down."

He turned around.

Lift your right foot, ready to take your first step after resting.

The sole of the shoe was still half an inch from the ground.

The wind stopped.

The fine sand and gravel that were swirling in the wilderness suddenly lost their lift and fell straight down onto the dry, hard loess.

The light overhead dimmed instantly.

A huge shadow enveloped the five members of the Mist Moon Squad at an extremely fast speed.

"spread!"

Fan Rui let out an extremely short, low growl.

But in mid-air, the five enormous black shadows moved even faster.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Five muffled, loud bangs exploded simultaneously around the Mist Moon Squad.

The hard loess ground was smashed into five deep pits.

The soil churned up, and a cloud of yellow dust, several meters high, shot into the sky, instantly blocking the five people's view completely.

A strong stench of blood mixed with a nauseating stench of rotting flesh slammed into the five people with a powerful shockwave.

The dust hadn't settled yet.

Five powerful, cruel, and bloodthirsty auras surged out from the five deep pits.

Fan Rui and the others groaned simultaneously, feeling as if they had been hit head-on by a charging rock porcupine, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

Finally, the yellow dust slowly descended.

Five enormous alien creatures stood in a perfect pentagram formation, trapping the Mist Moon Squad firmly in the center.

The large bone wings slowly folded, and on the half-meter-long bone spikes at the wingtips, there were still a few strands of dark red flesh. The flesh membrane covered with blood vessels trembled slightly in the air.

Five pairs of scarlet vertical pupils coldly stared at the five humans in the middle.

"The Thorn Feather Clan?!"

Fan Yue's fingers twitched suddenly.

The water bag I had just picked up slipped from my hand and landed with a "thud" on the hard, dry soil.

Clear water flowed out, instantly turning the yellow soil on the ground into a dark brown.

She staggered back a step, her heel tripping on a protruding rock, and her back slammed directly into Fan Rui's shoulder.

Fan Rui remained motionless at that moment.

"Thousand-Pound Realm, Peak, 5 in total."

Fan Rui's voice had completely changed, becoming extremely hoarse.

His gaze swept back and forth over the five enormous figures.

Fan Yue was gripping her brother's arm tightly, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"How did they get here?!"

"We're clearly in the outermost area! The teleportation array is right in front of us!"

No one answered her.

despair.

This is the Thorn Feather Clan!

Although in the hierarchy of all races, they are merely high-ranking alien races at the bottom.

But the words "high-level" are a clear dividing line.

For a human warrior to kill a high-level alien race member alone, they need to be at least two minor realms higher than the opponent.

The most deadly thing is that the high-ranking alien races possess extremely high intelligence.

They know how to encircle, how to ambush, and even how to use intimidation to break down the psychological defenses of their prey before taking action.

The fact that these five thorny feathered creatures appeared in the outer area, where they shouldn't have been, was extremely eerie in itself.

Fan Rui's jaw muscles were taut.

"This is outrageous!"

Fan Rui cursed inwardly.

How incredibly unlucky must one be to encounter five peak-level Thornfeather Clan warriors from the outer area?!

What should I do?

Cold sweat dripped from Fan Rui's forehead, hitting the ground and shattering.

Fight or run?

At this moment, Fan Rui felt that the two completely different solutions had no difference in outcome.

If we have to pinpoint a difference—foods that might cause resistance tend to have a chewier texture?

Just like the fish in the seafood market.

beat?

Fan Rui glanced at his four teammates around him out of the corner of his eye.

Fan Yue, a weight of a thousand pounds.

A tall, thin boy with a buzz cut—two heavy weights combined.

The last member, Rock Peak.

As for himself, he was at the peak of the fifth level of the Thousand-Pound Realm.

Faced with five Thousand-Pound Realm peak Thorn Feather Clan members, each possessing formidable physical strength and exceptional intelligence, he himself might be able to withstand two or three attacks based on his fighting instincts.

The remaining four people didn't even have the qualifications to fight head-on.

escape?

This plain is completely exposed.

Exposing your back to a high-ranking alien race with wings will only hasten your death.

He took a deep breath, his lungs expanding to their limit before slowly collapsing. The light in his eyes dimmed little by little, leaving only a deathly stillness.

No solution.

Am I going to die?

Fan Rui sighed inwardly.

Even if it means death, we'll fight to the death!

He drew his longsword, ready to fight to the death, when suddenly he heard a joyful sound coming from the air.

"Holy crap? Look what I found?!"

The voice was filled with extreme surprise, as if they had won the lottery.

"Five lone Thornfeather Clan members!!"