CHAPTER 4

A nine-star bloodline from the stars!

One of the ancient mythical beasts!

This sudden revelation left everyone in shock.

In the following moment, envy filled the eyes of those who gazed upon Xu Mo.

There was no room for jealousy or hatred; the reality was too grand. It was well understood that if Xu Mo were to reach the nine-star level, his position would extend far beyond the Governor of Yanjing Fortress.

In the future, Xu Mo would undoubtedly become one of the most powerful and esteemed leaders within the alliance.

Hence, in the eyes of all present, Xu Mo was now beyond their grasp.

Even Zhang Hao, the commander of thousands in the Chaos Battalion who had recently inherited a golden bloodline, could only regard Xu Mo with admiration and reverence.

The revelation of Xu Mo's bloodline left no one untouched.

However, Wan Jun soon contemplated another issue.

The bloodline tester he had used appeared to have an upper limit of Nine Stars.

Could it be that Xu Mo's bloodline level exceeded this, but the device could only display up to nine stars?

Wan Jun's eyes sparkled with realization. He understood the significance of this revelation and felt the need to report it to his superiors immediately. A talent like Xu Mo, with such a high-level bloodline, should not remain within the new corps. The new corps was incapable of nurturing an exceptional bloodline like his.

Afterward, Wan Jun signaled for the inheritance process to continue, but his focus had shifted. He no longer paid attention to the recruits below. Instead, he opened a communicator to contact the highest-ranking officer directly responsible for him: the Admiral of the new regiment.

"What did you say? Say that again. Are my ears playing tricks on me, or is your head malfunctioning?"

"Admiral, we've tested Xu Mo's bloodline with a bloodline tester on-site. It's a nine-star, star-level bloodline. I suspect his bloodline level might exceed the range of the tester!"

A loud thud could be heard from the other end of the communicator, followed by hurried movements.

"Wan Jun, secure the recruits. I'll be there as soon as possible!"

…

As he stowed the communicator away, Wan Jun's heart swelled with anticipation. But before he could fully savor his excitement, the inheritance process for the Chaos Camp, as well as the Qiongqi Camp, Taotie Camp, and Yuzhu Camp, had all concluded.

The commanders of the other three battalions, with sly smiles on their faces, headed toward the Chaos Camp.

When they spotted Wan Jun from a distance, they greeted him with a teasing glint in their eyes.

"Lao Wan, how are you? Do you have high-level recruits in your Chaos Camp this year?"

"Tell us about it!"

"Why do you all look so gloomy? Could it be that you lack high-level recruits this year and will be at the bottom of the new corps again?"

The three battalion commanders stepped onto the martial arts stage of the Chaos Camp and exchanged smirks, seemingly amused by the expressions on the faces of the Chaos Camp recruits.

Though some of the disgruntled recruits were ready to speak up, Wan Jun's stern gaze promptly silenced them.

Wan Jun, meeting the other commanders' gazes, allowed a glint of mischief to flicker in his eyes.

These commanders were here to ridicule him, and he intended to show them who would have the last laugh.

With this thought in mind, Wan Jun donned a resigned smile and stepped forward to face the three battalion commanders.

"What brings you here?" he inquired, his voice tinged with irritation and a furrow in his brow.

Wan Jun made it clear that he was done with the banter and wanted to proceed with the competition. The Chaos Camp would do the talking in the ring.

The three commanders from the other battalions exchanged puzzled looks, not expecting Wan Jun's swift agreement to the challenge.

Every year, Wan Jun had never volunteered to compete with them after the inheritance ceremony.

Had he suddenly discovered a powerful inheritor among his recruits?

They were not overly concerned. After all, their own bloodline inheritors this year were more remarkable than ever.

Now that a challenge had been accepted, the competition could commence.

The Chaos Camp's martial arts stage was ready for the duel.

Soon, the inheritors from all four battalions gathered around the ring.

The rules for the competition were standardized every year. Each of the four camps fielded their strongest inheritor. A knockout-style tournament would determine the victor, with the last person remaining in the ring emerging as the overall winner for that year.

The champion's battalion would receive 30% of the year's resources, and the champion would also earn three high-grade monster crystal cores for training.

"Wang Qiang, teach them a lesson!" Chang Liwei, the commander of Qiongqi Camp, declared, as a massive figure landed heavily on the ring, covering Chang Liwei entirely.

Chang Liwei turned to his recruit and whispered something, before proceeding to leave the ring.

Chang Liwei's recruit, Wang Qiang, grinned in response and fixed his gaze provocatively on the Chaos Camp.

Unyielding, he taunted them, "Chaos Camp, if you end up at the bottom again this year, you might as well be called the Rice Bucket Camp!"

Zhang Hao, infuriated by this provocation, was about to leap onto the ring when Xu Mo restrained him. Though Zhang Hao initially tried to resist, he was unable to break free. The realization that Xu Mo's nine-star bloodline was vastly superior left Zhang Hao in awe.

In the end, the Chaos Camp placed their trust in Xu Mo.

As the duel between the four battalions commenced, Qiongqi Camp's commander, Chang Liwei, stepped into the ring with a confident recruit named Wang Qiang.

"Chaos Camp, are you prepared to lose this year?" Chang Liwei taunted with a smirk, provoking his opponents.

Zhang Hao, unable to contain his anger, tried to confront Wang Qiang, but Xu Mo restrained him. Despite his initial resistance, Zhang Hao realized that he and Xu Mo were no longer on the same level.

The competition had begun.