Chapter 1323: Chapter 346: Ultimate Trial, Blind Leap Challenge_3

"Why don’t we arrange a place? If someone doesn’t come back, the ones who survive will go to where he died in battle and place a bottle of wine?" a student from the Ghost Wind Clan quietly suggested at that moment.

"You and your crow’s mouth."

"Smack your mouth."

As soon as he spoke, the student from the Ghost Wind Clan was surrounded on the ground by a group of robust men and beaten.

"Oh right, let’s all stand together for a group photo." Family Shared Godfather suddenly suggested at that moment.

"What does group photo mean?"

"I can’t be bothered explaining, just do as I say."

"You Player Clan always have more trouble, hurry and finish, I still need to prepare props."

The wind rose again, lifting the training ground’s gravel and hitting the battle armor with a crackling sound.

A group of good brothers, according to Family Shared Godfather’s request, moved towards the middle in tacit understanding, shoulder to shoulder.

They all knew this journey was perilous, but just thinking of these brothers, who promised to reunite after the trial, no matter what mountains of knives and seas of flames lie ahead, they would stride onward.

In the deep hearts of the Liver Emperor Group players.

Some attachments are more important than pure interest, though it’s a virtual world, it feels more real than reality.

The guidance view, controlled by Family Shared Godfather, pulls away.

In the live stream room picture, the shadows of training camp students cluster into a group, shoulder to shoulder, the edges of their battle armor glittering with cold hard light in the sun; hidden in everyone’s slightly turned head is a rare softness.

Some students tug at the helmet strap of the person beside them, some follow the killing intent with a puzzled look and raise scissors hands, some deliberately hide their faces off-camera, but are pulled back by the collar by Family Shared Godfather behind them.

Li Zheng stands in the middle, his mouth grinning wide, Ghost Pupil turns his face away in disdain, Long Gen stands on tiptoe to cram into the lens... the wind flaps their coat corners, sweeping the wild grass at the training ground’s edge past the lens, like a fluffy rim for this photo.

Click!

No real shutter sound.

But every player in the live stream room who saw this photo seemed to hear the soft sound of time freezing.

There is no perfect composition in the photo, no delicate background, only a group of warriors about to venture into the unknown, capturing each other’s visage with the clumsiest pose, engraving it into the finale of this long adventure.

...

The next day, Throat Splitting Valley.

Reverse Tide Fifth Training Camp, graduation farewell meeting.

Evil Wind howled, tens of thousands of students wearing battle armor, arrayed on the edge of the cliff, densely packed like a murderous steel forest.

Beneath are endless abyss, mist surging, the faint roar of unknown fierce beasts could be heard, as if waiting for the flesh and blood of the fallers.

In front of the array, the instructor "Mo Dun" stood empty-handed in the air.

His figure was as tall as an iron tower, three claw marks across his face, and his gaze swept over the students present, his voice was deep like muffled thunder, yet silenced the entire Throat Splitting Valley.

"Today, you will step out of the training camp and fall into the unknown."

"Before leaving, what I want to tell you is, the strongest weapon of a warrior is neither body, battle armor, nor cultivation technique." His five fingers suddenly closed, the energy in his palm turned into black fog that enveloped the entire valley.

"The strongest weapon of a warrior is unhindered courage."

In the black fog, Mo Dun’s voice was like a ghostly whisper, echoing in every student’s ears:

"You all know very well, in this world, there is no certainty, only variables."

"Your enemy is never a fixed opponent, the next moment might bring a challenge from stronger opponents... and what you can rely on has never been experience or intelligence, but the courage to face the unknown head-on."

Mo Dun’s eyes like torches, gazing at everyone:

"Today, you will fall into the abyss, no one knows where you will land, it could be the Poison Marsh, the Lava Purgatory, or some unrecorded perilous place, only by surviving and bringing back trophies, can you be true warriors."

"If you die..." he grinned, showing forest white teeth:

"Then it proves, you are just so."

"Maybe you think the trapped self is just unlucky, but daring to face the unknown is the ultimate test of a warrior."

After speaking, the evil wind in the valley suddenly surged violently, turning into countless shattered images flashing before the students.

Someone faced continuous rain with weapons in an ultimate situation, but happened to slice the head of an invisible fierce beast, escaping from death.

Someone accidentally fell into an ice crack, stumbling upon a battle armor left behind by a strong clan thousands of years.

More people exhausted energy in an ultimate situation, but were swept to safety by a sudden gust of wind, thrillingly escaping.

Countless images flashed by in an instant, finally leaving only the students’ urgent panting.

"Every inch of Monster World’s soil breathes, every wisp of wind hides variables." Mo Dun’s voice suddenly rose high, shaking loose pebbles on the edge of the cliff:

"What you learned in training camp about blocking, prediction, Qi-Blood circulation, may not apply in battle, enemies won’t play by tactical manuals, even the ground underfoot may turn into a giant mouth to devour you in the next second."

"The luck you talk about is never a fair thing, when you struggle choking on poison in the marsh, luck might be a decayed wood aiding your escape, when you are hunted by fierce beasts in the thunderstorm, luck might be the lightning striking towards you... I want to tell you, facing the unknown, you shouldn’t pray for the arrival of good luck, but when misfortune strikes, dare to show your fangs."

Mo Dun’s gaze swept over young faces taut with tension: