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Chapter 362 - 305: The Path of Black Blade (Requesting Monthly Pass)

Chapter 362: Chapter 305: The Path of Black Blade (Requesting Monthly Pass)

Leaving aside his own combat strength, in terms of role and contribution, Black Blade is truly the first man of the Torch.

Beneath him were those who single-handedly broke through the Evil Tide, the previous number one worker of the Torch.

In the center was the responsibility of being the head instructor of the training camp, with many training programs originating from Black Blade’s hands.

Above was the "Training Accelerator," the instructor’s innate talent.

After his potential advanced to the gold grade, the scope of the instructor’s talent coverage expanded again and again. It was no longer necessary to train at all times. As long as Black Blade occasionally appeared at various bases and provided some guidance, he could extend the talent enhancement effects.

As Black Blade’s level increased, so did his talent.

Fang You speculated that once Black Blade ascended to the mythical status, he probably wouldn’t even need to show up for guidance. Just by holding the title of ’Head Instructor,’ his talent would spread and envelop all the trainees.

The ’general’ instructor talent was so powerful; when Black Blade personally gave guidance and training, it was as if the trainees were injected with adrenaline, with their potential gushing and squeezing out from every part of their bodies.

Although the trainees didn’t understand the principle behind it, they had indeed experienced it firsthand.

Black Blade, the head instructor, awesome!

Everyone wanted to receive guidance from the head instructor, yet this was something that could not be exchanged for with money, nor even with contribution points. Other than the regular and advanced courses, only the genius big shots on the Elite Training Camp’s leaderboard could get extra chances.

Such opportunities were extremely rare.

This is why the leaderboard spots were so coveted; apart from the sky-high rewards listed, the training of the head instructor, even one-on-one personal guidance, were also reasons.

And now, there were... five hundred spots available!

The combat team registration point was already crowded with people.

When Wang Fan arrived, he even saw a big shot—Thunder Silk Luo Rui. Luo the big shot, this Fire Holder, was rumored to have reached beyond the Four Senses.

Even those who have reached the Four Senses are here, do you have to be so competitive!

"Luo Rui bro, this really won’t work. The head instructor’s combat team selection is not just about strength. It also depends on compatibility. You must have a fighting style similar to the head instructor’s to coordinate with him and unleash strong combat power."

"Don’t think that just because I’m an examiner here, I can get in myself."

Xu Tian, the person in charge of the registration point, said helplessly.

Luo Rui was not the first to come looking, nor would he be the last. Since they were combat comrades and colleagues, if they really wanted to squeeze in, it would also give him a headache. Fortunately, everyone understood and followed the Torch’s system.

"So that’s how it is."

Since Xu Tian said as much, how could Luo Rui insist?

On second thought, it made sense; this was the first combat team to be established by the Torch, and one of the benefits of the combat team was the ability to train alongside the head instructor... but first and foremost, it was a combat team, born for battle.

"What exactly does a combat team look like? It seems quite mysterious."

He asked.

Xu Tian shook his head, "I only found out the news half a day earlier than you guys. It’s said that the plan is to link five hundred combat team warriors as one to burst out with tremendous strength."

"Once the combat team is assembled, we’ll eventually see it. No need to rush."

Is this anxiety or pressure?

Once the combat team is formed, a group of elites will follow the head instructor for training. It’s inevitable that some of them will surpass me.

No, I need to train harder.

If training doesn’t kill me, then train to death.

Keep practicing until the day the next base city lights up.

...

...

The combat team selection began vigorously within the Elite Training Camp.

Of course, only the elites were chosen.

Thanks to the enthusiasm of the Torch warriors and the development over these days, the scale of the Torch continued to grow, with numerous personnel and geniuses.

The predicament of having only a few people in the past would no longer occur.

On the contrary, the current feeling among trainees is of intense competition—competing amidst competition!

In pain and yet joyful.

Working hard and proud.

Wang Fan didn’t expect to pass the selection himself.

In a situation where Four Sense big shots were competing, he, a mere Double Awakener, still stood out.

"Indeed, outstanding people attract attention wherever they are."

"The instructor’s judgement is spot on!"

’Ding-dong~!’

’Combat team soldier #500 ’Wang Fan,’ please immediately proceed to Training Island No. 3 to receive combat team training.’

Here it comes!

The Elite Training Camp was also expanding. Aside from the main island, several sizable training islands were added nearby the base, connected by bridges.

It’s said that there were no islands near the main island originally.

But that instructor, with his immense power, moved a few islands over, creating the external training islands.

Training Island No. 3 was one that had just been built recently.

Wang Fan and Ye Luo teamed up, taking the light rail all the way here.

Along the way, the scenery whizzed by.

Wang Fan was practicing his swordsmanship on the train when he looked at Ye Luo, who was doing one-fingered push-ups, and asked:

"By the way, dog brat, what’s your combat team number?"

"Combat team number?"

Ye Luo pondered, "I only remember I’m the captain of the five hundredth team. I didn’t know there were numbers."

Wang Fan fell silent.

"Ye guy... no, Luo bro, Luo big leg, we’re brothers who have grown up together!"

...

Training Island No. 3 had only recently been built and still appeared somewhat desolate. The surrounding land and hills bore sharp slashes or giant punch marks imprinted on the mountainsides.

"Gigantification · Cannon Punch!"

A trainee assumed a horse stance, energy sinking into his lower abdomen. His entire body swelled suddenly, along with his training clothes, and that right hand, honed through countless trials, grew to an exaggerated size.

In the blink of an eye, a massive fist was seen striking against a mountain nearby.

The ground shook, and rubble tumbled down the slopes.

Wang Fan couldn’t help but be astonished.

Ye Luo had been to this place before, "Training Island Number Three may seem desolate, but in reality, these natural environments are the best training targets. Plus, it’s big enough, open enough, to test any skill without holding back."

Of course, they still had to stay within designated training zones—at least highways and railways were off-limits.

Accompanied by rumbling noises in the distance, a train hurtled by, heading north, its thunderous sound diminishing as it reached this area.

This was the battle regiment’s designated training area.

A unique battle flag stood in the center of the empty parade ground, seemingly diffusing a faint light that invigorated the spirits of the soldiers who entered its vicinity.

...

"The Legion’s battle flag, through a method of blood binding and contracts, connects forces, linking the entire legion’s soldiers as one, unleashing a power far beyond that of individuals,"

"At the same time, the flag itself also provides aura-enhancing effects."

Put simply, it’s like getting +50% to morale and +50% to recovery.

Fang You stood atop a hill, looking at the soldiers in the distance who were bonding and coordinating with the regiment.

The power of individuals is relatively insignificant in the face of a super wave. Even powerhouses like Xu Tian and Yiluo Xi couldn’t stop the tide’s advance or dare to delve into it.

They could only rely on the Great Wall to inflict effective damage on the tide.

But if it were a battle regiment, they might be able to confront it head-on, perhaps temporarily halt the tide’s charge. If a Six Senses powerhouse were leading the regiment, they could easily slay Mysterious Evil of Calamity Grade, hundreds of meters in size.

"Just for these, this battle flag is worth the purchase."

"Perhaps for City of Fallen Stars, with its abundance of methods and numerous Six Senses Thrones, such a regiment might seem superfluous, but it’s just right for us on Blue Star."

"Moreover..."

"This flag is also an experiment."

"It’s a risk-free venture; a failure won’t be a loss, but success would be a major gain."

In recent days, Black Blade’s attempt to harness his Six Senses Ability failed; he could not gather the countless wills within his domain... perhaps it also lacked the ability to gather belief.

It didn’t reach the sublimated apotheosis of ’Wang Hei Fang You’ version.

But what if there were a ’Regiment’s Battle Flag’ and hundreds of strong Awakeners to assist?

It’s worth a try.

To see if they could forge an extraordinary path.

...

Inside Blue Star, there had been turbulent undercurrents lately.

On the surface, one base city after another was being established, with Dawn’s Light spreading across the land, gradually leading Blue Star towards a brighter future.

But in the shadows,

minions of the Evil God, Awakeners from Oasis harboring ulterior motives, are increasingly infiltrating Blue Star from the Ghastly Realm.

The envoys of the various Oasis currently on Blue Star could almost see a terrifying, deeper darkness rolling in at the far end of Dawn’s Light.

It was exceptionally oppressive!

Yet all this had no impact on the Elite Training Camp, nor on the regiment that was training and coordinating on Training Island Number Three.

"Battle Blades...!"

"Slash!"

Five hundred people stepped forward in unison, their blades emitting a faint red glow as they raised them high.

At that same moment,

Black Blade, at the pinnacle of the ’conical formation’ regiment, drew the legendary Strange Implement ’Formless Grip’, transforming it into a broad battle sword, similar to the Evil-Slaying Greatsword.

He held it with both hands.

The crimson edge of the blade lit with slashing light rapidly spread.

One zhang (3.3 meters)!

Ten zhang!

One hundred zhang!

It continued to spread, the blade’s light reaching over four hundred meters, not merely massive, but the energy was so vast that it could not be compressed further and had to let the blade’s light stretch on.

The blade’s light, over four hundred meters long, seemed to pierce the heavens.

The entire Training Island Number Three, and even the main island’s training base far away, could see this sky-reaching red glimmer.

They were shocked.

After a few seconds of stillness, as the ground split beneath Black Blade’s feet like a spiderweb, the four hundred-meter-long blade light was fiercely slashed down under his control.

It was aimed at the boundless sea beyond the island.

Splash—

With one slash,

the sea parted.

A massive rift spread indefinitely, the red blade light vanishing into the horizon.

It was only then that a torrential tsunami, hundreds of meters high, burst forth.

A shadow cast down.

The enormous waves began to descend, sweeping around.

The soldiers of the regiment widened their eyes, their expressions solemn.

At that moment,

Fang You, standing in the distance as an observer, stretched out his hand and made a gentle stroke.

It was as if a colossal hand had descended, as if the world itself was offering solace.

The raging waves that had erupted so violently moments ago suddenly calmed down, not reaching the surroundings, only causing a few small splashes.

In the blink of an eye,

the wind stopped, the rain ceased, and the waves settled.