Published: February 12, 2025
The Assault Camp conducted a quick tally and found that there were forty-seven people still able to fight. After receiving the news, the Bronze Camp immediately selected forty-seven people as well.
Then, everyone took off their equipment.
"We're taking ours off too," Shiyong declared, prompting the Assault Camp members to do the same.
"There's no reason they shouldn't wear their gear while we do. Who are we looking down upon?"
The Assault Camp warriors quickly responded; they could afford to lose their last match, but their morale could not falter. If they fought while wearing equipment and ended up winning, it would still be a loss of face.
The Bronze Camp members were a bit annoyed, but there was nothing they could do; they couldn't force the others to wear their gear.
Both sides quickly made their preparations and took their positions. As the light flashed, everyone was moved to random locations by the simulator.
At that moment, Pao Bai stood up.
"Not going to watch?" Commander Cheng Liujin asked.
"Not watching. There's no suspense in this match; the Assault Camp has no chance," Pao Bai glanced at the light barrier one last time before turning to leave.
"That might not be the case. Without the equipment bonus, the gap in strength is narrowed, right? There’s still a chance, isn't there?"
"Those warriors are holding back their energy; they are fighting with all they have. The Assault Camp may have brought forty-seven men, but at least a dozen of them are injured, which greatly affects their combat effectiveness. There's no suspense in this match, so why watch? Instead, I should use this time to think about training plans or go ask Little Ye how he trains; that's more valuable."
Watching Pao Bai's departing figure, Cheng Liujin continued to drink while observing the battle that had already begun, agreeing with Pao Bai's sentiments.
He felt a bit pity for the Assault Camp—if they could give Ye Zhongming just a little more time, they would achieve a complete victory in these three matches.
In the end, as the two commanders had predicted, the match concluded with the victory of the Bronze Camp warriors.
However, their victory was not easily won. In such a chaotic battlefield, the Assault Camp warriors caused them considerable trouble. Without their equipment, the competition came down to raw strength. It was true that the Bronze Camp warriors were stronger than the Assault Camp. However, the subtle grasp of energy brought about by the "Star Eye" gave them a fighting chance.
In the end, despite facing the strongest warriors in the Bronze Camp, the Assault Camp still managed to take down thirty-seven opponents before their defeat.
This meant that in a real battle, they would have only allowed ten opponents to survive.
Once the match ended, the entire Bronze Camp exhibited neither excitement from victory nor despair from defeat; only silence remained.
Many people turned to look at Ye Zhongming, aware that this new Bronze Commander would surely say something.
"I know that many of you are not convinced of my position," Ye Zhongming started, drawing everyone's attention to him.
"But what of it? You cannot change this fact. For those who want to stop me, I wonder if their corpses have started to rot."
Zhong Ming and others exchanged glances, and from Ye Zhongming's straightforward words, they gained a deeper understanding of his strong personality.
"So, from now on, you must obey." Ye Zhongming's hand moved from left to right, encompassing all the Bronze Camp warriors.
Many began to frown; the statement was too harsh and somewhat tyrannical.
"Too harsh, right?" Ye Zhongming chuckled coldly, "Angry, aren't you?"
"But it’s useless!" Ye Zhongming's voice suddenly rose, "My ridicule is based on the immense honor and benefits I have gained, while your humiliation and anger are the inevitable results of years of weakness."
"If I don’t occupy this position, who should? Should it be a group of people who, in front of other races, are regarded as worthless?"
"And then what? There's no lowest, only lower?"