"Did you feel it? His spiritual power is extremely strong, even ordinary Level Six Life Forms might have their minds controlled by him."

"The secrets of cultivating spiritual power are extremely rare; as a slave, he could never have obtained them. It must be Zhang Menglong who gave them to him."

"To actually cultivate spiritual power to such an extent within a year, how exactly does he train his subordinates?"

"This time, Yao Zi really suffered a big loss."

"Commander Zhang, you've truly opened our eyes." Many astute commanders have begun to proactively engage Zhang Menglong in conversation.

A worthless legion in Zhang Menglong's hands could be trained to such a degree, which shows that Zhang Menglong indeed has great skill.

"Not at all, not at all, keeping it low-key, this is just basic operation," Zhang Menglong said, "In fact, he's just someone from our logistics department who cleans toilets. We have plenty of people more skilled than him in our force."

"Commander Zhang, you really love to joke around; isn't this just rubbing the elites of all our forces on the ground?" Many people naturally took Zhang Menglong's words as showing off. Such a person would be considered top-tier in any force, and finding someone stronger than them would be very challenging.

"Indeed, it seems that this time the championship of the military tournament belongs to Commander Zhang."

"Oh, don't say that; I'm just bringing them to broaden their horizons. Whether we win the championship or not doesn't really matter; the main thing is to enjoy exchanging ideas and skills with everyone, participation is key."

"Bang!" Suddenly, Yao Zi slammed his hand on the table, "Zhang Menglong, aren't you being too much? Did you instruct your subordinate to humiliate me in this manner?"

"Commander Yao Zi, you can eat crap but not speak nonsense. That statement clearly came from your subordinate's mouth, how could you falsely accuse me? Everyone saw it." Zhang Menglong spread his hands, looking very innocent.

Everyone isn't foolish; they naturally know this must have been Zhang Menglong's arrangement, but they are smart enough to pretend ignorance at this moment, knowing that matters between the two should be resolved by themselves.

"Alright, stop arguing, winners are kings and losers are villains. Yao Zi, your person lost this time, can't you accept the defeat?"

"Hmph!" Yao Zi snorted coldly, "Lost is lost, I acknowledge it!"

...

The competition continued, and Zhang Menglong's people won the match as expected, still with decisiveness.

At this point, everyone knows Zhang Menglong isn't here just for the sake of participation; the warriors he trained are monsters, he's definitely here to win the championship!

"Round two, start drawing lots!"

Everyone still underwent random allocation, but this time, the remaining people were an odd number, and Zhang Menglong's team luckily drew a bye, directly advancing to the next round.

However, it seemed the law of conservation of character kicked in, and in the next match, his subordinates Olenia and Oberon were drawn into the same group, meaning in just the second round, one had to be eliminated.

"Hahahaha, Zhang Menglong, it seems your luck isn't that good!"

Judging by Olenia and Oberon's displayed strength, they are definitely strong contenders for the championship, yet losing a championship seed in the second round is undoubtedly a massive loss for Zhang Menglong.

"No worries, you guys can vie for third place." In response to Yao Zi's taunt, Zhang Menglong appeared completely unfazed.

"Hmph, talking big isn't afraid of biting your tongue!"

The second-round matches featured a lot of strong-strong group confrontations; many who hadn't showcased their strength in the first round took this round slightly more seriously, and a batch of other championship seeds emerged.

"Your players are impressive; the move just now must have had at least 1000 points of power, right? Ordinarily, Level Six Life Forms might not be his match."

"Hahaha, he once killed a Level Six Life Form on the battlefield, indeed a promising talent, but yours are outstanding as well. I have yet to see that little guy from your legion use a second move; seems like he's reserving strength."

...

"Next match, IPX-001 Legion Olenia versus Oberon!"

"It's started!"

The internal battle in Zhang Menglong's legion drew the full attention of every commander.

"Oberon, I won't hold back now!"

"Bring it on! I lost to you last time, this time I'm definitely coming in third from last in our whole legion!"

"Hmph, third from last should be mine!"

With merely a simple exchange of greetings, both sides entered a face-off, yet the surrounding commanders and other warriors were stunned; these two didn't care about the championship, they were actually fighting for third from last in the entire legion!

What the heck, this is third from last, not third place—does the contest for this title need to be so intense? Why so cutthroat?

Before they could react, the two finally moved!

"Gale Step!"

"Three Thousand Thunder Mirage Body!"

In an instant, the two transformed into fleeting shadows and disappeared from the martial arts tournament stage.

"What happened? Where are they?"

The warriors clearly felt their presence still in the air, but their eyes couldn't catch any trace of them.

"Vanished?"

"No, they haven't vanished; they're just moving at speeds our naked eyes can't track!"

"That's impossible!"

This conclusion nearly shattered all the warriors' worldview.

As elites in each legion, they never thought they would lose to others, even though there are always stronger ones out there, the gap shouldn't be overwhelmingly huge.

But they couldn't even see the opponents' moves—this was just ridiculous!

"That speed of movement, at least exceeds 3000 points, surpassing our recruitment's basic requirement for Level Six Life Forms!"

"That's impossible!" Someone pulled two people's record information, "When they enlisted, their speed tests were 67 and 73 points respectively; this is absurd!"

"Among all contestants, aside from another IPX-001 legion member, there's likely no one who can outpace them!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

On the stage, a series of explosive sounds continued to echo, and the sonic booms caused impacts, leaving one mark after another on the ground.

From the start of this competition, thousands of battles had been fought, yet they were the first ones to leave marks on the stage!

As the competition involved Level Five Life Forms, the stage was constructed within a Level Five Life Form's capability range, with maximum impact endurance of 5000 points of power—even this number is within reach for a Level Six Life Form's squad leader!

No one expected a spar between Level Five Life Forms could reach this degree!

"Whoosh!"

The two suddenly reappeared on the stage, shaking out their arms and legs, "The warmup is almost done! Let's get serious now!"

"Warmup? Was this just a warmup?"

"Zhang Menglong is a monster, his subordinates are monsters too. Are the soldiers he brought all monsters?"

"Sparring with them, they're looking to kill us?" Numerous elites already started trembling from head to toe.

This level of battle is absolutely team leader tier, with their fragile little bodies, they likely couldn't withstand the aftermath of the fight.

Is this a match? This must be last rites, right?

"Commander, my stomach suddenly hurts; I think I can't participate in the upcoming match."

"Commander, I need to use the toilet; I'll be right back."

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