Apocalypse Gachapon

“The rules are actually very simple. First, Thousand-Person Commanders and Deputy Thousand-Person Commanders do not need to participate in this short-term test, and it will be the same in the future.”

“Second, the rules for short-term assessments are not fixed; that is to say, I decide. Of course, I will discuss it with the Thousand-Person Commanders.”

“Third, this assessment is divided into three parts, but the core method is only one: combat.”

“The Assault Camp, which was formed less than ten days ago, will face all other… people, everyone except the Thousand-Person Commanders.”

Before Ye Zhongming finished explaining the rules, just after starting, the Bronze Mask Warriors below could no longer remain quiet.

What? The Assault Camp facing all of us? They only have sixty-five people, okay? How can they go up against nearly ten thousand other warriors?

Also, even if the Thousand-Person Commanders don’t make a move, besides them, there are still quite a few warriors with high Furelai. The new Bronze Order Leader should know this, right? And what about those warriors in the Assault Camp? How much is the highest Furelai among them?

“I haven’t finished speaking.” Ye Zhongming’s cold voice carried a hint of mental power, causing all the noise to cease.

“Three parts. Part one: twenty versus twenty combat. Part two: Thirty versus thirty combat. Part three: sixty-five versus sixty-five combat.”

“You Thousand-Person Commanders, all come over.”

After speaking, Ye Zhongming’s gaze looked towards the back. The twenty principal and deputy Thousand-Person Commanders all walked over.

“You will select the personnel who fight. I will choose the battlefield. Any opinions?”

What could these Thousand-Person Commanders say? Could they refuse? The other side is using sixty-five people to challenge your nearly ten thousand. If you still don’t let them choose the battlefield, how afraid must you be?

The Thousand-Person Commanders discussed and decided, for the sake of fairness and equal opportunity, to proceed evenly. Each team would send eleven people, plus select the five remaining Hundred-Person Commanders with the highest strength, making a team of one hundred and fifteen people.

Each person would have only one chance to appear. They would choose themselves which round to fight in.

Very quickly, these 115 people automatically divided into three groups: twenty, thirty, and sixty-five people.

After doing all this, all the Bronze Warriors looked at Ye Zhongming.

The meaning was very clear: we are all ready, what about your Assault Camp?

Ye Zhongming stood calmly and casually clapped his hands.

Very quickly, the sound of orderly footsteps came from one side of the stairs, and a team with a strong aura walked over.

The eyes of the Thousand-Person Commanders standing at the front constricted.

They had the highest strength, so they saw more than the ordinary warriors.

What the ordinary warriors saw were one or two new pieces of equipment on their once-familiar comrades. But what the Thousand-Person Commanders focused on more was the different aura of these people.

They couldn’t understand how these people had undergone such big changes in the short time of less than ten cosmic days.

No wonder this new Bronze Order Leader was so confident in saying he would use these sixty-five people to challenge the entire Bronze Camp.

But… although the aura had changed, it was absolutely impossible for their strength to have a qualitative leap in such a short time. They might have become stronger, progressing faster in this phase than other Bronze Warriors, but wanting to challenge these over one hundred powerful comrades seemed somewhat ambitious.

Several Thousand-Person Commanders looked again at the selected one hundred and fifteen warriors. They were very sure these were the elites of each Thousand-Person Unit. Even if a few might have been missed out, it wouldn’t be too many. Even Jie Kui, who was Ye Zhongming’s confidant, sent out experts. What gave this Bronze Order Leader such great confidence?

“Alright, let’s begin. First match, twenty versus twenty, Gravel Fire Path.”

Hearing Ye Zhongming say this, everyone was even more taken aback.

Everyone thought Ye Zhongming would choose some terrain that the Assault Camp might have specially trained in these days—a scene suitable for small team combat, ambushes, and concealment—and place them on the defensive side; only then would they have a chance of winning.

But the Gravel Fire Path clearly was not. Although it had giant rocks, thick sand, and active or dead lava pits, ultimately, it was a terrain that almost inevitably required direct confrontation.

Although the average strength of these Assault Camp members was a notch higher than that of the Bronze Camp’s, it was not comparable to the selected elites now. Had he lost his mind to choose such a terrain?

“Prepare, it begins in one minute.”

After speaking, Ye Zhongming went to the Assault Camp side. The Thousand-Person Commanders looked at each other and found there wasn’t much to prepare. Only the First Thousand-Person Commander, Zhong Hongke, casually said a few words, such as ‘don’t underestimate the enemy, the opponent is different from before, and you must win.’

Ye Zhongming arrived in front of the team. Looking at the Assault Camp’s morale, he was still satisfied; they weren’t afraid of challenging the ‘old big brothers’ from their respective former teams.

The King of Cloud Peak didn’t really care much about winning or losing, but if these people were afraid before fighting, that would truly disappoint him.

“Shi Yong, you will participate in all three matches, and you must act as the spearhead in all of them.”

Ye Zhongming looked at Shi Yong, the strongest in the Assault Camp, and said.

“No problem!” His expression couldn’t be seen under the mask, but his eyes were full of excitement.

“First match, twenty versus twenty team combat. They are completely unaware of our strength and changes, so this is the easiest match to win. I do not allow failure. Go all out, resolve the battle at the fastest speed, end it before they can recover their bearings, understood?!”

“Understood!”

The Assault Camp warriors answered loudly, causing the Bronze Camp warriors on the other side to turn their heads.

“Very good, then go. You are permitted to exert your full strength.”

Ye Zhongming waved his hand, signifying the official start of this contest. Personnel from the logistics department came over and attached ‘Full Adaptors’ to the warriors—a high-tech product that allows the states generated by equipment to conform to the trial scenario, enabling a highly complete simulation.

Afterwards, a large area of white light lit up in the very center of the training ground. Warriors within the range automatically withdrew. Then, the colors and scenery inside began to change. After about half a minute, viewed from outside, it had already become a mixed landscape of sand and lava, with large and small black stones, deep yellow sand that leaned toward a light red, gray-brown lava pits, and even smoking or flowing lava.

Everything was incredibly realistic, with an almost ninety-nine percent accuracy to a real scene.

Looking at everything before him, Ye Zhongming sighed inwardly. The cosmic races could create so many unbelievable things; this kind of scene simulation should be the simplest, yet it left Earth’s technology behind by who knows how many centuries.

Twenty people from each side appeared on either side of this scene. The first twenty-versus-twenty combat was about to begin.