Logging 10,000 Years into the Future-Chapter 462
Chapter 462
In the Ninghai Sea, several helicopters descended with the sound of “da-da-da,” hovering above the water.
One by one, figures leaped down from the helicopters.
They walked on the sea surface as if it were solid ground, and within a few breaths, they had all gathered on a small island nearby.
The island was small, uninhabited, with only a few scattered coconut trees.
Once the helicopters dropped the men off, they quickly left, leaving only the people on the island.
There were a total of thirty-two people. Each one of them radiated a powerful life force, surrounded by an invisible force field— all of them were seventh-level grandmasters.
Among them, the four in the lead stood like enormous human-sized bonfires, or perhaps miniature nuclear reactors.
Just by standing on the shore, waves of intense heat emanated from their bodies, nearly infinite in strength. The area where the four stood was such that even the ocean waves could not approach.
The sea breeze brought the tide in, but it retreated when it came within a few dozen meters of the four, creating an eerie, dry stretch on the otherwise wet coastline.
It was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
One of the four, a middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance—looking like an ordinary farmer—scanned the group of twenty-eight behind him. After confirming the numbers, he spoke in a calm voice: “Wait.”
The twenty-eight Masters, and Grandmasters, silently nodded, sitting down right where they stood without caring about the sand or stones beneath them.
The four leaders, however, remained at the shoreline, casually conversing while gazing at the vast ocean before them.
“To deal with just one star-ranked soldier, is it really necessary for all of us— the Four Extreme Elephants and the Twenty-Eight Constellations— to be dispatched? The lord is being a bit excessive …” A tall, well-built young man among the four spoke.
His appearance wasn’t particularly striking, but his eyebrows were several times thicker than normal, slanting upward like flying knives into his temples.
His eyes were sharp and bright, as if containing blades.
“To single-handedly kill the Fourth Demon Pillar of the Black Devil Society, that strength is already formidable, close to our level …” The only woman among the four spoke.
She had a good appearance, her gaze cold and lips thin, often tightly pressed, giving off a sense of determination. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
“The Fourth Demon Pillar of the Black Devil Society has actually died?” On the north side, a middle-aged man with a gentle gaze and a thick appearance, dressed in a black Zhongshan suit, looked surprised. “I fought that madwoman once. She almost broke through my defenses. She does have some strength.”
“Then their overall combat strength should be around seventy stars, about equal to us. I heard he’s only twenty years old … My goodness, truly a monstrous genius in the three hundred years of martial arts history …” The thick-browed young man raised his sword-like eyebrows in surprise and awe.
“So, our deployment this time isn’t entirely for him alone. We’re mainly guarding against the military …” The middle-aged man who looked like a farmer spoke calmly: “Killing Lu Sheng is simple enough, but the military has too many experts.”
The other three nodded slightly, their expressions turning more serious.
While the military might not have a towering figure like a Martial Sage, it had many pillars of strength.
The five marshals, dozens of generals, and some old experts hidden within the military— if they banded together, even a Martial Sage would have to give way.
No matter how strong a Martial Sage was, it would be impossible to kill all the military experts.
Even a true god on Earth couldn’t stand alone; they always had roots grounded in the land beneath their feet.
“The military has been trying to cultivate a true Level 9 expert for over two hundred years. This person is so exceptionally talented, and his background is upright. If we try to kill him, the military will likely go to great lengths to protect him …” The man on the north side expressed his concern.
The farmer-like man reassured him: “Don’t worry. We only need to focus on encircling and killing Lu Sheng. As for the pressure from the military, the lord will handle it.”
“The lord is here too?”
“Yes.”
The farmer gazed at the distant horizon, squinting slightly as he muttered, “The military has been hoping for a Level 9 Martial Sage for over two hundred years. The lord lost his beloved son in that battle so many years ago, and he’s been yearning for a continuation of his bloodline for over a hundred years. If he didn’t know, perhaps it wouldn’t matter. But now that he saw hope, only to have it cruelly snuffed out by someone … Even a Martial Sage would be driven to madness and fury.”
The farmer’s quiet sigh was carried away by the sea breeze, and the three others remained silent.
…
In the middle of the Ninghai Sea, countless warships and sailboats surrounded the area.
A massive alloy martial arts arena, covering several thousand square meters, was being quickly assembled near the spot where the star-ranked soldiers had entered the water.
At the moment, Masters and officers below the Master level from the five military districts were sparring on the arena.
The top-tier star-ranked soldiers’ martial trials would last for three days.
Although the process was being monitored in real-time by satellites and underwater cameras, the true climax— the final decision of the trial’s outcome— would only happen after three days.
The Abyssal Caverns were already dangerous enough, and if they had to constantly guard against their comrades, it would defeat the true purpose of the trials.
Such actions would be a violation of the rules and could result in a military court-martial.
The battle for merit would still take place on the surface.
The stage was already set, and in the meantime, there were some warm-up matches between regular star-ranked soldiers and officers below that rank.
These were merely appetizers for the final grand martial trials.
The sparring on the arena was lively, but many people’s attention remained fixed on the giant screen in the sky.
The screen showed a towering figure, commanding attention.
He wielded a long alloy blade, and even underwater at a depth of over ten thousand meters, his grandmaster force field still maintained a dry space over a meter around him.
With a casual slash of his blade, he could shoot sword energy dozens or even hundreds of meters through the water, carving out vacuum scars with each strike.
This feat alone placed him leagues above the other star-ranked soldiers.
Next to the image on the screen, a real-time merit leaderboard was displayed, with this dragon-like figure ranked first.
[Dong Potian, Merit: 1,580,000!]
The number of over one million made many high-ranking military officers’ eyelids twitch.
“He’s been in the Abyssal Caverns for how long? And he already has over a million merit points. Even if the merit value of the Abyssal Caverns’ exotic beasts is higher than those of the same level elsewhere, this is still astonishing. How many exotic beasts must he have killed in such a short time?”
“This Dong Potian … he must already have the strength of a true general.”
Exclamations of amazement kept echoing around.
No one could blame them for their surprise.
On the real-time merit leaderboard, Dong Potian’s total merit was ahead of the second place by more than six hundred thousand.
And the gap continued to widen.
“He’s diving deeper than anyone else, enduring more pressure and facing stronger exotic beasts … yet he’s killing them even faster. It’s truly unbelievable!”
“Though they’re top-tier star-ranked soldiers, the difference between Dong Potian and the others is like that between a kitchen knife and a battle sword.”
