CHAPTER 1678: CHAPTER 70: CHOOSING SPOILS OF WAR AND RETURN

"This kid always surprises me." The silver-haired youth spat on the ground and, seeing the red-haired girl glance over, gave her a proud look.

Tang Zheng descended from the sky, allowing the Sky Serpent King’s heart, the size of a rhinoceros, to float above his palm without any intention of retracting it.

The blood infused with heavenly energy fell, transforming into strands of red mist before touching the ground, dispersing into the air.

The conquerors stared at the heart, swallowing hard with desire, wishing they could pounce and take a bite.

Tang Zheng’s icy glare swept over the crowd. His gaze was like a piercing Arctic wind, causing all present to shudder uncontrollably.

"This guy is so powerful, I can’t even gauge his strength!"

"He’s definitely at the peak of Third-Order Elite. Even if he hasn’t advanced yet, he already holds the power to challenge Fourth-Order Elite. Those at Third-Order are mere trash before him, completely outmatched."

"From now on, the Trojan World will have eight seeds!"

The conquerors whispered to each other. The candidate seeds had mixed expressions—some frowned while others sneered coldly.

Most candidate seeds were at the peak of Third-Order Elite. A few had reached Fourth-Order, but they concealed their strength, planning to play the underdog in the upcoming Holy Land War.

"Let him be arrogant; the guns will shoot the bird that stands out."

"What’s the matter? Are you two glaring at me like this because you have some grievance?" Tang Zheng fixed his gaze on Yan Chiyang and Di Jingfei, showing no fear of their reputations.

"Tang Zheng’s move is unwise!"

Jiang Xiuming sighed and looked at Tang Zheng’s imposing figure. He suddenly felt dazed, remembering the second time he entered the Trojan Room. Back then, this young man was weaker than him, yet now, within such a short time, he had reached a point of absolute dominance.

"If he doesn’t act strong, everyone will treat us as easy prey and take bites out of us." Dantai scoffed. Just the unique equipment in the possession of the Warhammer Squad was enough to make others endlessly covet.

"Tang Zheng, don’t get cocky. If I go all out, I can still crush you!" Yan Chiyang, temper flaring due to his ability and longstanding fame, couldn’t tolerate such offense. He swung his arm, and a streak of Skyfire shot forth.

"Insignificant skills." Without lifting a finger, Tang Zheng fired a Gravity Bomb, shattering the Skyfire into a shower of embers. "Let’s see who’ll crush whom!"

Tang Zheng had to completely subdue them!

Nearly two-thirds of the Trojan Room’s strongest were present here. These individuals were sure to be rivals in the Holy Land War. Creating an image of invincibility now would give him a psychological edge in future encounters.

Tang Zheng understood how to leverage these subtleties to manufacture advantages.

"Entering the Holy Land is an opportunity to stay low-key, to play the underdog, but now that’s gone." Yu Deye sneered, his jealousy over Tang Zheng’s rapid rise almost driving him mad.

"No team competing in the Holy Land War is weak. Any rival will be extremely cautious and try to gather as much intelligence as possible." Jiang Xiuming shook his head. Even in the dangerous environment of the Holy Land, meeting an ordinary person would warrant triple vigilance.

"Exactly. Tang Zheng’s current approach can eliminate many troubles. At least in large-scale battles, opponents will likely try to avoid the Warhammer Squad." Mu Nianqi, while recovering from injuries, cast a glance at Elizabeth. "Someday, I will defeat you."

Just moments ago, Tang Zheng’s desperate rescue and ’death’ had caused significant upheaval in Mu Nianqi’s mindset, triggering another advancement.

"Even if you return to your peak, you’re no match for me." Di Jingfei snorted, exhaling two streams of white vapor from his nostrils, as majestic as a dragon’s roar.

Li Huiwen and Fang Zhiwen, minor figures, felt as if heavy cannons were blasting next to their ears, leaving them dizzy and nearly dying from internal bleeding.

The Lower Dragon King had keen insight, noticing Tang Zheng had recovered 80% of his strength after a secondary liberation and absorbing the Sky Serpent King’s life essence. Though tempted to beat him, he chose to hold back for the sake of the Holy Land.

"I’ll let you off for now. Earl Qian Nian, Bingxu, Vasily, and those who excel at concealment are my real enemies." Di Jingfei didn’t spare Tang Zheng another glance, seemingly dismissive, though his gaze returned the next second.

"Then what about this?" Tang Zheng produced the Mitochondrial Gene Liberation Crystal Core, its lustrous surface dazzling everyone’s eyes.

"What? A substance capable of temporarily boosting a rank? A real treasure!"

"An exceptional item. If used strategically, it could undoubtedly be a game-changer."

"This kid’s wealth is astounding. Wasn’t he only Third-Order Elite before? Where does he acquire such things?"

"Kid, I didn’t expect you’ve concealed so much." Yan Chiyang’s killing intent surged; he knew reconciliation with Tang Zheng was impossible. Instead of letting him grow stronger, it was better to use his trump card and kill him now.

"Hey, the BOSS is dead; there’s no point in fighting anymore. Let’s divide the loot and go home for drinks!" Vasily chugged a mouthful of vodka, making it clear he supported Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng’s reputation couldn’t be ignored—the massive number of group members he commanded was the best proof. If forced to choose an ally, he was the obvious choice.

The War King’s words redirected everyone’s gaze to the spoils of war.

A world-class BOSS indeed; the drops were astonishing. Ten white light spheres hovered in the sky, forming a ring, with watch scans being completely blocked.

"Congratulations, everyone, for defeating the Sky Serpent King and overcoming the Dark Death Tide. Points ranking top ten may now select spoils!"

A grand voice reverberated across the heavens—this Trojan announcement resonated across all zones, underscoring the significance of this battle.

Due to Elizabeth’s concern and aid, Mirene barely participated in combat, so despite being a seed, her contributions ranked outside the top ten.

Leveraging his final sure-kill blow against the BOSS, Tang Zheng claimed a slight edge, securing first place. The old monsters were disinterested in rankings but casually ended up in sixth.

"Tang Zheng actually overshadowed six seeds; incredible."

"But even as the top-ranked, the privilege of choosing spoils won’t help. Watches can’t penetrate the light spheres to scan the drops—it all comes down to luck."

"The last three positions will profit massively!"

The conquerors shifted their focus to the final three, watching them survey the ten platinum-glowing spheres with faces full of excitement.

"Tang Zheng, you’re first; make your choice!" Bingxu spoke up. Di Jingfei and Yan Chiyang, despite their grievances, couldn’t show dissatisfaction—it would seem petty.

"Everyone, then I won’t stand on ceremony." Tang Zheng didn’t hesitate but paused, eyeing the spheres. With ten choices, the potency surely varied.

"These treasures are likely the Sky Serpent King’s weapons."

The spectators murmured, recalling the sight of the King’s arms wielding magic treasures to annihilate allies, inducing a lingering fear.

"Hmph, what’s mine will ultimately be mine." Di Jingfei sneered as he watched Tang Zheng hesitate, a mocking smile creeping across his face. "Dragonborn Nine Sons, aura tracing!"

The image of a giant beast burst from Di Jingfei’s body, sucking in the air as if swallowing whales. Strands of energy began to flow from the ten light spheres.

"Tang Zheng, if you’re not choosing, I’ll make a move." Di Jingfei waved his arm, withdrawing the beast. "I don’t have time to waste with you."

Even a fool could see Di Jingfei’s confidence, making many turn their anticipatory gaze toward Tang Zheng.

"Heh, don’t bother trying to find weaknesses in our Group Leader." Li Yuan burst into exaggerated laughter. "Treasures go to those capable—give it up!"

"Of these ten spoils, two aren’t unique equipment. Don’t pick the wrong one." Di Jingfei pressured Tang Zheng.

"No need for your concern!" Tang Zheng revealed the Magic Mirror, biting his tongue and spitting a mouthful of blood onto its surface. "Magic Mirror, tell me, which is the best spoil?"

The magic mirror shimmered, and the spectators craned their necks, hoping to catch a glimpse.

"Bluffing." Li Yuan attempted to disrupt Tang Zheng but immediately witnessed a gravity phantom hand seize a light sphere, pulling it before him.

Di Jingfei’s face darkened instantly. Even the others could tell Tang Zheng had chosen the most precious spoil.

"Indeed, treasures belong to the capable. Everyone, I won’t hold back." Tang Zheng chuckled and blew away the sphere’s light, exposing a crown-shaped treasure.

Before the conquerors could scan it, he stored it in his watch.

"Tang Group, don’t be stingy; let us have a look!" Group Leader Zhao stared eagerly at Tang Zheng. The mystery was almost unbearable.

"Silver Trojan, if there’s no more combat, then teleport us!" Tang Zheng shook his head, addressing the Trojan.

Not only Tang Zheng but the other seeds also pocketed their chosen spheres without revealing their contents. No idiot would expose their trump cards.

"Game over. Teleportation begins in thirty seconds to return to the Trojan Room!"

After a few breaths, a series of glowing light initiated teleportation!

"Farewell, everyone!" Tang Zheng clasped his fists toward Bingxu, Vasily, and their group, vanishing from the Kunlun Platform!

As each Trojan Squad departed, the Dark Mandala Array, empowered by the Sky Serpent King, began to collapse. The tens of thousands of Sky Ladders plummeted toward the earth.

"Finally over. Cleanup isn’t our concern anymore!" The Trojans monitoring the game let out a sigh of relief. "I’m sure the boss already has a plan in mind."

"That’s outside our jurisdiction. The upcoming Holy Land War is the main event." The Trojan from the Americas Zone sneered, his tone tinged with a bloody intent. "This time, I’ll reclaim my honor!"

"Heh, even a no-seed minor player dares shout at us." The Blue Trojan mocked. "I’m leaving. See you at the Holy Land War!"

"The Blue Trojan is arrogant as always. I refuse to believe that the Green Trojan doesn’t have a trump card." The Red Trojan glanced at the Silver, noticing its shifty eyes and wondering about its schemes. (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, visit Qidian.com to vote for recommendation tickets or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)