The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

"Are you done playing?"

Song Gua sat on a worn-out sofa at headquarters, munching on an apple, and asked questions listlessly.

He didn't care about the fight at the bar.

If you say that you went through all that trouble and sacrificed so many clones to become an A-level pseudo-spirit illusionist, you can't even defeat a group of level 70-something third-stage mortal cultivators.

Wouldn't it be a waste of time to compete with the Federation for the Illusionary People?

In this battle, Blood Brother and South Wind displayed their extraordinary prowess.

They are both currently A-rank pseudo-spirit users, and their styles are somewhat similar—the sword and magic kind.

However, Blood Brother cultivated his Western Fantasy Path into the Blood Clan's method of immortality.

Moreover, he has already been able to unleash his own Blood Domain to suppress powerful enemies around him.

Nanfeng, on the other hand, truly became a magician.

As soon as the incantation was chanted, his eyes emitted white light, transforming him into a grand mage who commanded the elements, bombarding everything in all directions.

Compared to the forbidden spells he used before, he is now using real magic.

There's no data-driven damage calculation; it's just deadly.

There's no cooldown period to worry about; as long as you're willing to consume source energy, you can keep casting it.

This special forces team, under the combined attack of the bandit king and Wang Miao, was wiped out in less than ten rounds.

Fire Bro, Ghost Bro, and Magnet Bro, all of whom are also A-level pseudo-spiritual beings, basically didn't make a move.

Because Blood Brother and South Wind said that they had only recently gained their powers and wanted to try them out.

The onlookers, all professionals, were dumbfounded.

"Are the bandits that strong now?"

"I heard that the Yingtian Army is the elite of the Allied Forces, and their special forces are the elite of the elite? That's all?"

"The Federation is still issuing arrest warrants for bandits? Shouldn't they be recruiting them? Bandits are different from pure rebel groups like the Resistance or the Avengers; they've been doing good deeds, haven't they?"

"The Federation needs to wake up! Peaceful coexistence with these bandits is the only right path. Continuing to issue warrants could lead to serious trouble!"

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, Wang Miao shook his head and sighed deeply.

Monkey walked up to Wang Miao.

"Wang Sanshui, long time no see. Your level has increased quite quickly."

Previously, Monkey King hated seeing Wang Miao the most.

Now, he actually felt a sense of familiarity when he saw Wang Miao.

Perhaps they were both wanted criminals and felt a sense of kinship with each other.

Wang Miao nodded slightly.

"I will have a benefactor to help me."

"Of course you did. You must have risen through the ranks by consuming books. Who gave you so much prestige?"

Monkey King leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"Is it Wan Jianyi?"

Wang Miao did not answer, but only said...

"Hurry up and go for the third job advancement. A small team has died here, and Zhang Erhe will get news soon. He will definitely come to arrest you personally."

After Wang Miao finished speaking, he picked up the ice spear and glided across the ice bridge.

Huozi watched Wang Miao leave, his eyes narrowing slightly, revealing a hint of ruthlessness.

"Old thief, should we snatch Wang Miao's Dark Dagger? A few of us can easily take it."

Song Gua smiled.

"No rush, we don't need a dagger, but we can see what Wang Miao and Wan Jianyi are really up to. Besides, they helped us today, how can we do something like that?"

Huozi was speechless.

"You're so aloof, so impressive..."

The bandit kings did not linger there any longer, each using their own methods to fly towards the subspace of the third-stage battlefield.

Fire Brother flies by breathing fire.

After becoming a pseudo-spiritual illusionist, Blood Brother cultivated the Blood Clan Transformation technique in the Blood Clan Path, directly transforming into a humanoid blood bat and flying with outstretched wings.

Monkey King soars through the clouds.

Brother Fog is riding the fog.

Brother Pao is sitting on a cannonball.

The four can't fly, so they have to ask their teammates for help.

Ghost Bro: "Ride my skeleton dragon."

Magnet Guy: "Stand on this iron plate, and I will control it to carry you and help you fly."

After some deliberation, the four decided to ride the Skeleton Dragon.

Magnet Brother was flying nearby, still relentlessly promoting his iron disc flying technique.

Nobody noticed.

At the bar entrance, a figure gradually emerged from nothingness.

He was chasing after those guys who flew away.

Night King, Chief One.

"Hey! Me too! I haven't even gotten on the bus yet! You've only been helping Four-Tiao, and you've forgotten about me?!"

It's not a big problem; Song Gua can get him to his destination.

The Night King was a little sad, as it seemed that his teammates had almost forgotten about him since he had been disappearing every day.

……

At the highest point of the Central Siberian Plateau, the frigid winds from the Arctic Ocean sweep across the area day and night.

Coldness and desolation are the eternal themes here.

However, this area has been extremely lively recently.

Because the subspace entrance to the third battleground has opened.

Second-tier professionals from all over the world gather here, awaiting the start of each round of the battlefield.

The entrance to the subspace is like a giant glass panel, standing between heaven and earth.

What happens inside is clearly visible from the outside.

Because the third battlefield is located here, the fog in this area has disappeared, and the view is very open.

A round of challenges has just ended here.

Thousands of professionals were teleported out of the warp, most of them dejected.

"This is too difficult! Climbing these stairs is probably the hardest of the three challenges!"

"What bad luck, it's my turn. I wonder if the next round will be different. I'm afraid of wasting my chance if I don't try it. Sigh!"

"My three chances for the second half of the year are gone again! I have to wait another six months! I've been stuck at level 60 for seven years! Help!"

Some were happy.

That must be a professional who successfully completed the challenge and reached the third job advancement.

"Third job advancement" is a term used to describe a highly skilled player within the professional system.

Don't be fooled by how easily bandits can easily defeat third-tier job advancements; for ordinary professionals, third-tier job advancement is a lifelong goal.

No third-job professional, even one who has just completed the third job advancement, can possibly do poorly.

Even in big cities, they can become key members of various forces.

In a small city, you can directly become the boss.

Unfortunately, this is a powerful and rare existence in the eyes of ordinary people.

The number of bandits will soon exceed 20,000.

If Zhang Erhe knew that his Yingtian Army special forces team had been incredibly lucky to encounter bandits, but failed to stop them from turning three times, which would result in him having over 20,000 more enemies at the third level.

I bet they'll be furious.

"We're here! This is it!"

The bandit kings flew through the air and plunged into the subspace entrance, eliciting gasps of amazement from the professionals below.

"Are they bandits?"

"They've come for the third round? Judging by their hoods, they look like Heavenly Kings!"

"No, they've only reached the third stage?"

"Damn! I thought these guys who've caused the Federation so much trouble were already third-tier powerhouses!"

"Outrageous!"

Wang Miao did not enter this round of challenges. He stayed outside, wanting to see first how to play the "Divine Might Pyramid" three-stage challenge.

Although he had done his homework beforehand, he still wanted to see it in person to avoid making the same mistakes.

Wang Miao was certain that these bandits who rushed in headfirst had absolutely not done their homework; they were just recklessly charging in.