Now, seeing such a large group of people here, it’s like a virtual reality all-star ga. Just thinking about the upcoming competition is terrifying.
Bear in mind, currently Descent of High Martial only has one thousand players in total; the gathering of these stars has over a hundred, with experts whose fa rivals Chen Ya and Li Ranxing’s, likely numbering more than thirty. It’s simply several tis scarier than the national cha competition.
One Leaf Floating Cloud noticed Ye Qinglu suddenly growing solemn and asked, "Sis? Is there sothing wrong with those newcors?"
Ye Qinglu was looking in the direction of a dozen muscular n, unusually sowhat uniformly around the age of twenty-five, with a sharpness about them that’s visibly not typical of players.
These dozen or so people were gathered together, and because the basent was so crowded and noisy, it was impossible to hear what they were saying.
"Nothing." Ye Qinglu returned to her usual calm deanor and smiled at the newcors, "I just didn’t expect these professionals would co to play gas."
"Professionals?" One Leaf Floating Cloud looked puzzled at the dozen muscular n.
"Yes, professional battle maniacs," Ye Qinglu didn’t hold back, directly stating, "If I’m not mistaken, they’re likely Cosmic rcenaries."
"Cosmic rcenaries?" One Leaf Floating Cloud glanced at the dozen muscular n in disbelief, "Why would they co to play Descent of High Martial?"
In this era of universal exploration, there are many companies developing various planetary resources. Naturally, these valuable resources in the vast universe attract lawbreakers.
And because of the ergence of these culprits, the Cosmic rcenary industry, similar to security companies, gradually arose. You could say being a Cosmic rcenary is a totally genuine profession, one that licks blood from a knife’s edge every day.
It’s hard to imagine such a group coming to play Descent of High Martial.
"They’re probably here to train newbies." Ye Qinglu speculated as she watched the muscular n, who, despite their sharp aura, still lacked a certain bloody air, "Descent of High Martial’s virtual reality is 100%, allowing these rcenaries to maximize their battlefield experience, which no other ga offers."
"This ga is really getting more competitive." One Leaf Floating Cloud also felt a bit of a headache looking at the muscular n.
Competing with a group of professional gars in the ga is one thing, but now even people from outside the ga are coming in to compete, making this ga simply unplayable.
And indeed, as Ye Qinglu had predicted, the dozen muscular n were together until a lean man about the sa age as Fang Zhen appeared in the basent, and the group gathered around him.
"Instructor, a total of one hundred people signed up this ti, seventeen of us got in." A vigorous young man reported.
"Here, you don’t need to call Instructor, just call by my ID Dark Judgnt, or Captain," the lean man glanced at the trainees and was quite satisfied, "Seventeen people out of one hundred made it in, indicating this batch has decent physical qualities, able to compete with those who study digging holes every day."
"Captain, what should we do next?" one trainee curiously asked.
Their instructor, Dark Judgnt, was known as a devil in the rcenary Realm, with under a ten percent graduation rate for trainees who successfully pass through the program.
Because of its fa, any graduates have so reputation in the rcenary Realm, so many people are eager to join this training. These hundred people went through rigorous assessnts to finally get in.
Yet, upon entering the devil instructor’s training class, thinking it would be so sort of brutal training, the first thing they had to do was enter a ga, which seed like a joke.
And Descent of High Martial’s test assessnt was bizarre, they had to dig holes to gain qualification. They’d never played such a tough ga.
The players wanting to play this ga were simply a bunch of lunatics.
They were rcenaries, training every day, with excellent physical fitness, yet under these circumstances, only seventeen of them were selected. They could hardly believe these people were gars.
Even more unimaginable was that playing a ga now required such physical qualities.
"We’ll have to wait until the Hall Master finishes speaking." Dark Judgnt looked toward Lin Qi coming down.
"The Hall Master? Is this an NPC of the ga?" The trainees also looked at Lin Qi.
With Lin Qi’s arrival, a pressure akin to a mountain of Qi and Blood imdiately filled the room, causing the new recruits, whose physical condition was not even that of an apprentice, to fall to the ground, unable to move an inch. Even the apprentice-level veteran players struggled to remain standing, while only the Martial Artist players felt a significant burden but were still sowhat able to move.
For a mont, the place beca incredibly quiet, with no noise or conversation. Everyone looked toward Lin Qi.
"Welco to the honorable Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall. From today on, you are official disciples of the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall." Lin Qi said the NPC’s lines he had long wanted to say, delivering them word by word, "However, even though you have beco disciples of the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, you still need to prove whether you have the qualifications to beco glorious Black Obsidian disciples."
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