Chapter 262 - - 260 Too Fast is also Wrong_1

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A different sensation spread through Dan Cong’s heart.

Gratitude?

Or was it moved?

He couldn’t tell.

Pan-Universe Entertainment was a sharp dagger hanging over the head of every civilization; everyone spoke of resistance verbally, but when it came to actions, they became ants scrambling for their own interests.

Being able to bring resources back to one’s civilization was already being a hero.

So far, it seemed that Wang Chong was the only one truly putting resistance against Pan-Universe Entertainment into action…

Was Wang Chong stupid?

Definitely not.

If he were stupid, what would the defeated alien warriors count for?

If he wasn’t, then it must be simply because of pure nobility, right?

But no matter what, Dan Cong just couldn’t associate nobility with Wang Chong.

However, put in Wang Chong’s position, he had to admit he couldn’t go that far…

Dan Cong looked at Duge, his expression complex, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

“If you write the character for ‘search’ or ‘probe’, can you find the remaining people?” Duge asked.

“I’ll try!” Dan Cong’s defiance receded quite a bit. Although he didn’t agree with Wang Chong’s philosophy, it didn’t stop him from fanning the flames for Wang Chong’s ideals.

“Good, try that, and it would be best to produce some ’truth’ characters, perhaps we could find out their true identities.” Duge smiled, stood up, and left, “I’ll think of other ways…”

“Are you still going to do the world mainline quest? I think we can prepare on two fronts.” Dan Cong called out to Duge, saying, “If I write an ‘immortal’ character, perhaps I can restart the path of ascension.”

“No need.” Duge glanced at him and said seriously, “Don’t even touch that character. If you dare to write ‘immortal’, I won’t mind replacing you with another agent for your planet. I don’t want to see any uncontrollable nonsense occur.”

“…” Dan Cong gave an embarrassed smile, “It was just a suggestion; I won’t write it.”

Soon.

Dan Cong found out what Duge’s method was!

It must be said.

He really took decisiveness to the extreme.

Wang Chong issued two new announcements.

The first: A mass blood collection, to be recorded and used for timely medical assistance from the Medical Immortal Sect in times of illness;

This could hardly be called a health check.

Rather, it was the final roundup of alien warriors.

Alien warriors have strong regenerative abilities; during blood collection, the speed of wound healing can easily distinguish them from ordinary people unless the alien warriors have never used any keyword abilities.

As long as they have improved attributes, no matter how well they’ve hidden, this health check will leave them nowhere to hide.

The second:

Wang Chong made his resource allocation plan public.

He called for warriors from various planets to quickly converge in the Capital City of Yan Country to discuss resource allocation. Being outside of the top ten didn’t matter; he would help their attributes move into the top ten, with the order of arrival determining their ranking;

Priority was given to warriors with keywords like “surveillance,” “search,” “probability,” “detective”;

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The two announcements were like dropping another massive bomb among the alien warriors.

Whether hiding in the forests or among the common people, the alien warriors could no longer stay hidden.

After all.

Who could resist not using a keyword ability even once?

Just a few uses and once the health checks take place, no matter how well they’re disguised, their true forms will be revealed.

And once Wang Chong found a keyword related to “surveillance”, he could dig them out no matter where they hid…

Unable to bear it anymore, another group of people came out to resist.

However.

This time Duge didn’t kill anyone, but captured them and isolated them separately.

Then, with the help of Dan Cong, they systematically teased out their home stars and keywords.

After playing a game with the cultivated keywords, rotating the rankings of the top ten plus eight positions, another announcement followed, stating that the ten spots for planets had been filled, but there was still a need for surveillance-type keywords. Those with such keywords could choose any one of the top ten and replace them.

As a result.

Indeed, Duge flushed out a candidate with the “surveillance” keyword, a fellow from Qiyuan Star named Fang Yang.

He awakened the skills “Precise Positioning” and “Nowhere to Hide.”

Having boosted Fang Yang’s attributes into the top ten, Duge, together with the top ten names conquered by his nobility, initiated an unprecedented massacre.

Ten people, eleven keywords, hundreds of Mahayana Stage masters.

The warriors of the alien battlefield, who were hiding everywhere without development and even with weakened attributes, were like lambs to the slaughter as he named them one by one.

In less than half a month, he had wiped them all out.

During this time.

Lang He and Yan Shengtian offered up the information they had researched on the path of ascension, hoping to exchange it for a chance to live, but Duge didn’t agree.

The reopening of the path of ascension was too far off and uncontrollable.

It was far less time-consuming and effort-saving to clear out the Alien Warriors.

After ruthlessly killing all the Alien Warriors until only ten remained, Duge forcefully ended the Alien Battlefield in less than six months…

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When he emerged from the Alien Battlefield, Duge had acquired a spiritual power as high as 120,000.

Sitting up from the assessment capsule, Duge was still reminiscing about the body of his extensively trained Third Senior Brother. In the blink of an eye, he had already appeared before Bai Long.

Bai Long’s fishing rod was cast into the water. He looked at Duge, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

In the Alien Battlefield, Duge had climbed to the top position, accustomed to overpowering others with his aura, making everyone tremble before him.

But in front of Bai Long, Duge still felt a bit out of breath. He cautiously watched Bai Long and squeezed out a forced smile, “Lord Bai Long, what’s wrong? Are you not satisfied with my performance? I secured first place, you must have won quite a bit of money, right? Isn’t it time for my reward?”

“You still want a reward?” Bai Long took a deep breath, seemingly to calm himself, “Do you know what the time ratio was this time?”

“How much?” Duge asked cluelessly.

“One to three hundred and sixty,” Bai Long’s face turned uglier, “The final limit for the Alien Battlefield you joined was two hundred years, yet you ended it in less than six months.”

“Is there a problem?” Duge inquired.

“Six months passed inside the Alien Battlefield, but not even a day has gone by outside. You tell me if there’s a problem?” Bai Long said, “Most of the regular clients at the betting house hadn’t even placed their bets, and even those who did had all bet on you winning. Now tell me if there’s a problem?”

“…” Duge paused, glanced at Bai Long, and stammered out in defense, “Lord Bai Long, I didn’t break any rules, and I always remembered your teachings, to be a dark horse. And I did, right? You can’t blame me for this, you know I always play this way.”

Bai Long gave Duge a deep look, said nothing, and lazily waved him away, sending Duge out of the assessment area.

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Standing outside the assessment area, Duge turned back to look at the venue now closed off to him. The corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile, and he shook his head; it seemed even the aliens couldn’t handle their losses with grace. The Alien Battlefield was nothing special after all!

Saying so,

he took out his communication device, contacting Nan Youlong.

The call connected almost instantly, and Nan Youlong’s voice came through, astonished, “Duge, what can I do for you? Hasn’t the Alien Battlefield started yet?”

Duge chuckled, “Staff Chief Nan, come pick me up. The Alien Battlefield is over.”

“…” Silence filled the line, followed by Nan Youlong’s voice again, “Duge, that joke isn’t the least bit funny.”

Duge said, “It’s really over. I took first place.”

Another pause, then Nan Youlong asked, “Are you serious?”

“More serious than ever before,” Duge laughed, glancing back once more, “Also, there’s another warrior who will return with me. He played a big part in this battle, so when you arrive, you can take us both back.”

“Duge, do you realize how much time has passed?” Nan Youlong inquired.

“I know,” Duge looked up at the sky and said, “With a time flow rate of one to three hundred and sixty, I’ve spent six months on the Alien Star; outside, it must’ve been more than ten hours.”

“Duge, be honest with me, were you eliminated?” Nan Youlong still couldn’t believe it, his voice growing more serious.

“Is there such a thing as elimination in the Alien Battlefield? You either end it and come back alive or get taken out and die.” Duge said, “Staff Chief, are you talking in your sleep? I think, it won’t be long before Pan-Universe Entertainment sends you news, right?”

Another pause ensued.

Nan Youlong spoke, “Alright, wait for me, I’ll come to get you right away.”

While waiting for Nan Youlong,

a young man in his early twenties stepped out from the assessment area, his face bearing the relief of having survived a disaster and looking utterly bewildered, as if he couldn’t believe the Alien Battlefield had ended just like that.

It all felt like a dream; he had done nothing, lived in fear for a few months, and in the end, got swept up and carried along for the ride by the big shot. The Alien Battlefield had ended in a daze, seemingly even easier than a simulation.

Duge’s Rear Eye had already spotted the warrior behind him, and both the 120,000 spiritual power and the tempered Divine Soul had returned with him.

The strength of the Divine Soul seemed to indirectly transform his body as well, and this transformation was ongoing, a subtle change like the silent nourishment of the rain.

At this moment,

Duge’s senses were nearly on par with Feng Qi’s from the first simulation. He felt that if he used Backstab now, he could reach, or even surpass, Feng Qi’s peak.

But Duge wouldn’t be foolish enough to expose the fact that he had taken simulation skills with him. Turning around, he projected a slight smile and extended his hand, “Hello, Fang Yang, I’m Duge.”

“Wang… Wang Chong!” At the sight of Duge, Fang Yang trembled, asking uncertainly.

“Yes, Wang Chong,” Duge nodded again.

Gulp!

Fang Yang swallowed hard, scurried over with quick steps, and shook Duge’s hand firmly, “Big shot, I’m Laomi, thank you for sparing my life. Please look after me in the next Alien Battlefield.”

“We’ll look after each other. After all, we fought side by side,” Duge chuckled, reaching out to pat his shoulder affectionately.

But the next second,

both of them were stunned.

As Duge’s hand left his shoulder, Laomi’s jacket came completely off.

“Big shot, did you bring the skill back with you?” Laomi, looking at his own jacket in Duge’s hand, was lost for words.

“It seems that’s exactly the case,” Duge feigned composure as he tossed the jacket back to him, yet inside, his mind was churning wildly.

Three skills!

The Alien Battlefield had a chance to bring skills back.

This time,

He had brought back three skills. He had struck it rich!

Indeed,

The Alien Battlefield truly was his stage!

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