Chapter 127: Wasteland's Wild Waves
Translator: Ash Editor: Geoffrey
Wild Waves City.[1]
For a town which was hundreds of thousands of miles away from any oceans to be nad “Wild Waves”, it seed extrely strange.
However, when the passenger disembarked from the train, an "ocean" with waves that ran as high as they could get appeared in the distance behind the huge glass walls of the entrance.
To be precise, it was a vast expanse of Wasteland; because the rocks had been carried by the fierce winds for hundreds of millions of years, they had stacked upon each other, creating an appearance akin to waves upon waves. In other words, the rocks, after having been swept away by the wind, had solidified and turned into a sea of stones.
This sea of stones was painted with two colors—black and red.
The black color was the original color of the rock.
Whereas the red color was because of having been dyed with the blood of countless federation soldiers, cultivators, and demon beasts.
The blood of humans and demon beasts had so deeply perfused into the rocks that even if the rocks were smashed to pieces, one would still be able to find bits and pieces of scarlet amidst the black.
Wild Waves City was a lot different than the other cities of the Demon Beast Wasteland. Around Wild Waves City, there weren't any military camps nor were there any towering walls protecting the city.
The humans living here didn't need any city walls at all because, for a very long ti, the demon beasts had not dared to invade this city.
On the contrary, the ones who needed to be protected the most by a solid wall were the enemies of Wild Waves City—even if they did have this protection, it would only buy them a few seconds, that's all.
Because there wasn't anybody or anything that could block the residents of Wild Waves City. Whether it was any kind of enclosing wall or the fangs and armor of demon beasts, there would be no effect—none at all.
This was precisely Wild Waves City.
The place where the Grand Desolate War Institution was located—a paradise for hot-blooded n!
Li Yao looked for a long ti while standing behind the huge glass screen at the entrance. His heart was fluctuating up and down just like the sea of rocks made by the wind in the Wasteland.
Behind him were a couple hundred young boys and girls. They were a group of hot-blooded teenagers who had just disembarked from different trains and were all new students of the Grand Desolate War Institution.
They smiled at each other before confirming each other’s identities quickly. Everyone involuntarily raised their chests, as though they were all an inseparable group from this mont onward.
All the high-spirited young boys and girls very quickly got familiar with each other, and soon, they set forth, clattering at the entrance.
"Brother, I am from the Chaos Edge Hall, which student union are you from?"
"Ha ha ha! I am also from the Chaos Edge Hall. It seems we are family. Just a mont ago, looking at your thick arm, I thought you were from the Iron Fist Club!"
"You see that girl over there who is covered in many tattoos from head to toe? She is definitely a mber of the Glyph Devils—not good, she heard us!"
On one hand, Li Yao was listening to the conversations of the students, while on the other, he was thinking about the information he had just learned from the freshman guide.
Before the Grand Desolate War Institution ca into existence, it used to be a platform in the Demon Beast Wasteland where all kinds of warriors could exchange martial techniques, thus the Grand Desolate War Institution was rather free, the rules were loose, and it promoted a student autonomy.
It was not the professors who were in control of the various departnts, but rather, it was the students. Every departnt’s student union was self-governed, and the professors were only there to guide them. As long as the students didn't cross their bottom line, then they would generally not interfere with the operation of the student union.
The Iron Fist Club, the Chaos Edge Hall, the Glyph Devils, and the Lancets were the four strongest student unions established at the Grand Desolate War Institution.
The Iron Fist Club was a student union composed of body practitioners. They all disdained the use of any kind of weapon. Any student who was convinced that their body was the strongest magical equipnt would join the Iron Fist Club. The mbers of the Iron Fist Club continuously charged towards the limits of their body, tempering their flesh and blood into an all-conquering killing machine.
The Chaos Edge Hall was a student union composed of sword cultivators. The students who joined the Chaos Edge Hall possessed superb skills in the usage of cold weapons, and their dreams were to beco a first-rate sword immortal.
The Lancets were, instead, a student organization of the dical Departnt.
At the beginning, Li Yao could not understand why there was a dical Departnt at the Grand Desolate War Institution, especially one that was very high level to the point that it was on par with the Empyrean Capital School of dicine in surgery, ergency treatnt, and other fields.
Only after a careful explanation from the freshman manual did he co to understand.
The Grand Desolate War Institution was a combat school that specialized in nurturing warriors who zealously fought and was a university that encouraged its students to fight.
The students would definitely be subjected to all kinds of injuries while fighting, and it would not be strange in the least for them to be injured to the point that their life was hanging by a thread—whether it was the mbers of the Iron Fist Club or the Chaos Edge Hall, all of them were a bunch of madn who didn't fear death. Even if they were facing a demon beast who was ten tis stronger than they were, they would still directly charged at it without even batting an eye.
Under these circumstances, a "dical Departnt" appeared in the Grand Desolate War Institution which specialized in trauma treatnt and were responsible for ergency treatnt on the field.
Over the course of a couple hundred years, the dical Departnt's level continued to rise, so much that many of the patients who had suffered serious injuries on the battlefield which could not be cured by the Empyrean Capital School of dicine would be sent for treatnt to the surgical and orthopedic hospitals affiliated to the Grand Desolate War Institution's dical Departnt.
The doctors of the Grand Desolate War Institution's dical Departnt specialized in the usage of a kind of scalpel that was as thin and as similar as a willow leaf to carry out the most sophisticated of operations. Over ti, "Lancets" had beco the synonym for the doctors of the Wasteland.
As for the Glyph Devils, their existences were even more surprising than that of the Lancets for Li Yao—to his surprise, it was a student organization of the Arts Departnt.
No matter how Li Yao racked his brain, he could not figure out why the Grand Desolate War Institution would have an "Arts Departnt
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