Three Cosmic Days passed in the blink of an eye, and just like previous years, the Tournament of the Seventh Universe Battlefield was held at the headquarters' training ground.

There are over 2000 military corps in the entire Universe Seven, deployed in various locations to fend off invasions from other universes. The legion commanders only have this opportunity to meet once.

The training ground was particularly lively that day, with more than two thousand legion commanders gathered there. Although they were competitors at this tournament, the camaraderie built on the battlefield was remarkably deep.

"Hahaha, old man, long time no see. The last time we met must have been four or five hundred years ago, right?"

"Yeah, the last time our two corps joined forces, we won a pretty good victory."

"What's this? Are those your corps' contestants? If I'm not mistaken, aren't they from the Bigge Civilization?"

"You've got sharp eyes," the legion commander showed a proud look, "The Bigge race is famous as a warrior nation. By adulthood, they possess genes equivalent to a Level Four Life Form. He is the Bigge race's most outstanding warrior in thousands of years."

"A Level Five Peak Life Form, and not even 2000 years old in life aura?" Another legion commander showed an envious expression, "You're really lucky to have such a genius in your corps."

"You might not believe this, but during recruitment, both his strength and speed test numbers exceeded 500. It just so happened that his recruitment area was under my jurisdiction, so I directly recruited him specially."

"You planned this early on, didn't you? I bet you even gave him some special treatment these days?"

"This kid is quite gifted, and I've already taken him in as a student. He has been learning with me for nearly a year now, and his data," that legion commander whispered, "has almost doubled!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you've gone all out, huh? I've never heard of you taking any students before."

"Look who's talking. Isn't that kid behind you from the Yuenqi Civilization? I could tell from his tattoos; he's a natural Space Law perceiver. If he has the chance to advance to a Level Eight Life Form, he will certainly comprehend the most profound Space Laws. Even as a Level Five Life Form, he can already utilize space for some basic combat."

"Hahaha, you've got me," that legion commander patted the young boy with purple dark streaks on his skin behind him, "Even though his data isn't as outstanding as your guy, he might not necessarily lose."

"Hahaha, Rob, you've got a strong rival!"

...

The familiar legion commanders chatted and also observed the contestants of other legion commanders.

"Hmm? A Level Six Life Form? Whose subordinate is this? This tournament is only for new recruits, so how can there be a Level Six Life Form here?"

Suddenly, someone noticed a black-haired young man who had just walked into the training ground.

He was wearing shorts, a tank top, and flip-flops, completely out of place with the others. Behind him were three young men, their expressions as if they had lost their parents.

"That's nobody's subordinate, that's the famous Legion Commander Zhang Menglong of IPX-001, haven't you heard of him?"

"Oh, the one with connections?"

Most legion commanders had no idea what happened after the Zuda Civilization's treasure hunt ended. They only knew that Zhang Menglong came from an organization called the Ritian Sect, and behind this organization, there's a Level Nine Life Form.

"He's not just someone with connections, he's got some real skills. You've heard of the Flying Tigers Squad, right? He's the one who formed it."

"Hmph, what Flying Tigers Squad, just a Level Six Life Form. Probably used some underhanded methods to capture those Base Cities, didn't he?"

"Well, you don't know this, but my men participated in the support battle at Base City 912. Their troops, after reaching Level Six Life Form, their Life Energy exceeded 100,000."

"Isn't that equivalent to a Level Seven Life Form? Are they all monsters?"

When those legion commanders reached Level Six Life Form, they didn't even have a fraction of that number.

"It's just a Level Seven Life Form anyway. Being a legion commander isn't just about fighting well, you have to train the troops and lead them. Can he do that?"

"Exactly, just a brat coming here for some life experience, taking it seriously? Those warriors would be better off being integrated into our troops than wasting away in his hands."

"Haha, you don't know, but I heard that their troops are all temporary recruits with fitness scores no higher than 60~80, even worse than cannon fodder."

"That's hilarious, no wonder those three behind him look like they're facing death. What race are they?"

"Found it, from the Rona Civilization. They can barely reach Level Two Life Form after coming of age. Such a useless race, achieving Level Five Peak Life Form is already their limit. I remember this race has only a few Level Five Life Forms in total, right?"

"Looks like they're aiming for the last place in this tournament."

...

As Zhang Menglong walked in, the surroundings erupted into a murmur discussing him.

Indeed, the Flying Tigers Squad has a big reputation, but an elite squad's impact on the entire battlefield is only so much unless he can create billions of such elite squads.

While other legion commanders brought top-notch elite warriors, what kind of ragtag soldiers did Zhang Menglong bring? Without checking the records, they wouldn't even know which nook his soldiers came from.

However, Zhang Menglong was completely unfazed by their sarcastic remarks. He casually found a place to sit down, and except for the legion commander of the 1004th Legion, no one came up to chat with him.

"Menglong, haven't seen you for a year," the Legion Commander of the Houghton Legion was the only one willing to have a few words with Zhang Menglong, "They're all rough people, soldiers speak straightforwardly, don't take it to heart."

"You guys don't be too nervous either, it's just a sparring match. If things don't go well, you can surrender, and you won't really get hurt."

The young men exchanged glances between Zhang Menglong and the Houghton Legion Commander.

"Did you all hear that? This is just a match. During the match, go easy and don't really hurt others. If they surrender, don't continue to attack, got it?" Zhang Menglong said, "Don't disturb the harmony between our legions."

"Yes, Legion Commander!"

"Oh, so this is the famed captain of the Flying Tigers Squad, PX-001 Legion Commander Zhang Menglong, nice to meet you!" a deliberately sharp voice came from behind.

"That's the Legion Commander Yao Zi of the 293rd Legion," the Houghton Commander whispered, "Their legion used to have a very powerful special operations squad, and they were quite famous. But ever since your Flying Tigers appeared, their reputation was overshadowed immediately."

"Also, the legion from Universe 78 that you recently knocked down," Houghton continued, "Their legion once suffered a major defeat against this legion, losing a lot. Now, many people are talking that he's a rubbish legion commander, and he probably has a lot of opinions about you."

"I wonder what's the goal of this tournament for you, Legion Commander? Last place or second to last?" Yao Zi pointed to the three behind him.

Zhang Menglong smiled and stood up, "Oh, so you're the infamous legion commander of that rubbish legion. What an honor."

Yao Zi's face twisted with a hint of anger, but it quickly faded, "Let's see if you can still be so arrogant in the tournament arena."

"Is there something wrong with him?" Zhang Menglong glanced at Houghton, speechless, "Why is he so heated?"

"That guy's a war freak, always has a temper like this."

"It's okay, I'll cool him down," Zhang Menglong told the three behind him, "Remember those people, you can let loose a bit later!"