Master of Fist

Although the fighters of the Aker Alliance are worthless, the middle-level fighters can still get on the stage. A middle-level warrior can be regarded as a general on the battlefield, enough to command thousands of low-level warriors.

Like the flying boat that Jiang Heng was riding at the beginning, except for Jiang Heng among the nearly ten thousand people, there were only three middle-level fighters. There is no reason for the alliance not to pay attention to such talents.

"Hey, this guy is so lucky, he is the first to be promoted to a mid-level martial artist before me." Anyu said with a bitter face and a gloomy expression.

"This is still a state of war. Under normal circumstances, a middle-level warrior is enough to open a dojo to teach disciples.

Moreover, the alliance generally has support for this newly established small force, either in terms of exercises or resources. "

Hearing that Yang Qi was also silent on the sidelines.

Several people chatted with each other again, and they began to get familiar with the environment here.

It was Jiang Heng's first time to participate in such a large-scale battle, and Jiang Heng, who had never realized that he would become a soldier one day, couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

"I hope there will be no surprises in the future."

Sighing secretly in my heart, time also passed unconsciously in the familiarity, and ten days passed in a flash.

Although everyone in Chongyun and Jushi Gymnasium has not been dispatched to the front line, they can clearly feel the increasingly dignified atmosphere around them.

Originally, there were quite a few people living in the nearby camps, but these days they have been sent to the front line. Now, the nearby camps have been replaced by a group of new warriors from the alliance.

"Oh, Brother Yang, Brother Jiang, you seem to have come from the side yesterday, and a group seems to have withdrawn from the front line." An Yu, who was lying on the bed bored, suddenly sat up, looking at Jiang Heng and Yang Qi who were in the adjacent bed.

Hearing this, both of them became interested.

In the past few days, except for the first few days, Jiang Heng wandered around the neighborhood for a while, because he was not allowed to go out of the military camp, so he only wandered around for a while, which was really boring. After that, he spent the next few days meditating in the camp and practicing breathing techniques.

"Is it the group who came back yesterday evening?"

Yang Qi thought for a while and was not sure.

"It's that group of people, tsk tsk, many of them were carried back. I heard that some of them died on the way before being carried back. Now the military doctor is still taking care of them."

An Yu kept clicking his tongue, and there was a lingering fear on his face.

Hearing this, both Jiang Heng and Yang Qi's hearts sank.

"Let me tell you, I went over there to inquire about it. I heard that this group of people went to the eastern region of the Iron Ring Starfield, not counting the northern region where the battle is the most intense. That's it. Their team consists of four middle-level warriors. More than half of the 10,000-person team he led was lost when he landed on a living star. Even the middle-level fighters lost two people on the spot, one was seriously injured and the other was slightly injured."

An Yu shook his head, these were all he learned from one of the wounded last night by asking him about it.

"More than half of the 10,000 people lost? Two middle-level fighters died directly?" Yang Qi frowned, his face extremely ugly.

"No, I heard that the battle was extremely fierce, and the beast clan's offensive was extremely fierce. According to the wounded man, the beast clan is a group of desperate desperadoes. They may not have any powerful martial arts, but they rely on their differences. Treacherous talent and ability to fight desperately."

Hearing this, Yang Qi took a deep breath and nodded: "Indeed, the rookie is facing that kind of situation. He has no fighting spirit at all. Maybe he forgot everything at the first time, such as martial arts and hard-trained skills. I forgot. I remember the first time I participated in this kind of battle, my mind was in a daze. If it wasn’t for an old hand beside me to help me think about it, I’m afraid I would have died a long time ago.”

As soon as this remark came out, An Yu nodded in agreement. At that time, he and Yang Qi were under the command of the same middle-level warrior, and now he still feels palpitations when he recalls the situation at that time.

Listening to the description of the two, Jiang Heng felt more and more pressure coming.

He didn't think that he would be able to run amok in the vast interstellar battlefield just by stepping into a middle-level warrior.

"With my current strength, I can get away with it even if I can't kill the average warrior. But in the face of some long-standing orcs of the middle warrior level, I'm afraid I can't save my life."

Jiang Heng secretly compared his own strength. The conclusions he came to really worried him.

Another two days passed in a flash, and the day finally came when the alliance dispatched.

A bald-headed man in a black robe who was nearly middle-aged and with a beard walked in. This man was tall and straight, with a figure of two meters and one two meters, and the muscles hidden under the black robe were bulging.

However, it can be clearly found that there is no support in the left sleeve of this person, and the sleeve is fluttering lightly when the breeze blows.

He looked around at everyone in the tent. He was calm and didn't rush to speak, but looked at everyone with calm and psychologically oppressive eyes.

"Very well, all of you come with me!"

After uttering these words coldly, the middle-aged bald-headed and bearded man left the camp first. Seeing this, Yang Qi didn't dare to be negligent and hurriedly called all his juniors to follow.

Over there, An Yu also greeted the disciples of Jushi Gymnasium and walked out quickly.

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At the pier of Tianchen City, a relatively secluded and open area, all the middle-aged people whose hair grew almost to their beards stood in place like iron towers. He glanced at the more than 3,000 people who had been summoned.

"Yes, from now on I will be your immediate master. My surname is Cheng Dan and my name is Shu. You can call me Master Cheng or Commander Cheng. Remember the people around you. From now on, you will be brothers who share life and death, brothers who will live and die together. "

Master Cheng looked serious, he waved his right hand from time to time, while his left arm was empty. But he didn't realize it, as if he didn't care about it at all.

Jiang Heng silently glanced at Cheng Shu among the crowd, he was undoubtedly a mid-level warrior. And judging from the steady and long-lasting aura emanating from his body, the other party has definitely stepped into the ranks of middle-level warriors for a long time.

"I know that many of you have never experienced such a thing. But I want to tell you today that you must not be afraid to enter the battlefield. Even if you are afraid of death, you have to bite the bullet and let me do it. If anyone dares to retreat before the battle, I, Cheng Be the first to kill him!"

As he said that, Cheng Shu's face was full of evil spirits, and a majestic coercion of blood and blood covered the three thousand people in an instant.

Feeling the slight pressure on his body, Jiang Heng secretly nodded in his heart. Sure enough, middle-level fighters are good at using the traction of astral energy.

This kind of range attack can play a big role in this kind of demonstration situation, or in fighting with others afterwards.

Even if it is placed in the same rank, using this move can slightly limit the opponent's speed.

Jiang Heng felt that it was more appropriate to call this move a domain.

"I just don't know. I can directly display this energy through the physical body, will other people know it?"

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