Chapter 1097: Coveting

Just as Jondi and the rest predicted, Lin Feng, Qiankun Zadeh, and Di Maria had already converged.

All three had been disciplined, so they held their cool back then. Wang Zheng’s actions disgraced the Princess. That damned kid actually dared to covet the Princess? There was only one outcome: death!

Out of the three, Lin Feng was the tallest and also the oldest. If not for Wang Zheng, there would be no need for them to meet. After all, this was Aslan’s homeground, and they were confident. But now, they had to finish Wang Zheng off first.

Although they were both from Elite Academy X, Di Maria held not a single whit of goodwill towards Wang Zheng. He wanted to finish him off before, and all the more now.

“You’ve faced him before. How are his physical skills?” Lin Feng directed the question to Di Maria calmly.

“Very good. The Solar System people are indeed exceptional in physical techniques, but it’s all flesh and steel,” Di Maria said. This opportunity was extremely rare. Losing to Arbiter, so be it. But losing to Wang Zheng was the real disgrace. And Wang Zheng’s feelings for the Princess had deepened his hate beyond bounds.

“Although the best choice is to let others wear him out first, I can’t take it anymore. If we find him, we’ll finish him first!” Qiankun Zadeh coldly said. His mental state was not as impulsive as Di Maria’s. Inside, he kept his cool. Finishing off Wang Zheng first seemed very difficult, but it was for the purpose of keeping Aslan’s dominant position at SIG, which actively contested for the top.

The mighty had no need to look behind themselves!

All three exchanged looks. As though reaching a common understanding, they left with speed.

Both islands were fairly near, perhaps a hundred nautical miles apart. The leaders’ island was slightly smaller, while the members’ island was slightly larger. Dropping a few hundred people down had not raised as much as a ripple.

Because the leaders were solo, there were not many arrangements. But the members’ side had been scrambled up.

To the Saruman Snake battle team, this was not good news. Especially for a big sod like Mu Zhen, who made a big target. The two-point tags were definitely number one hunting priority on the island.

The moment they landed, Zhang Shan hit the road. Damn, not running would be pig-headed. Sealing his Ability X was the greatest blow to him. With translocation and his intellect, catching him would’ve been impossible. Perhaps he could not snatch tags, but protecting his own was not a problem. But now, he and Mu Zhen were just food.

Zhang Shan’s physical skills had improved by leaps and bounds, but he did not have much confidence here. The bloodthirst emanating from Arbiter and Aslan’s teams was just too dangerous.

First, he had to wait for dark. Once it was dark, there would be opportunities. On this battlefield, he had to stay alert, and crush them by outwitting them.

The one who survived till the end was never the strongest, but the smartest.

Zhang Shan began to hypnotize himself. That was necessary in this place.

Saruman Snake was definitely target number one. But only those teams in the top 50 dared to aim for it. Average teams had best look to their own survival and pick up the scraps.

Mu Zhen was clear of his own situation. Tita giants liked such battlefields. It was like a survival game that Tita Star held annually. This was their favorite. His battles with the tribe were all in similar circumstances, with him as the target. It was just a different venue and different opponents. The enemies were strong – that much Mu Zhen could feel.

He knew that this was a fight for Ada. Forests were not suited to giants, especially against agile human fighters. That was why Mu Zhen legged it for the seaside the moment he landed. He knew he had to find a wide, open space. And at least there was one thing he did not need to worry about.

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His teammates. All he could do was wait for his teammates to find him. This was the giant advantage. Their advantage was strength. Without Ability X, he was even more well-positioned. The drawback was that he could not conceal himself – after all, this was not a one on one.

More accurately, the rules were not the Tita people’s rules.

Such a challenge filled Mu Zhen’s heart with strength and excitement. A giant moving through the jungle at high speed was exceptionally agile. That’s right, the primitive nature of the terrain felt like home.

When he reached the seaside, Mu Zhen already held a whole bunch of stakes in his hands.

A pity that Mu Zhen seemed to have forgotten one thing. Humans did not always rely on steel. They would not expend unnecessary energy on matters that could be resolved by a gun.

Night slowly descended. The members on island B had already begun clashing, and more than 10 were out. Whereas for the leaders on island A, it was still quiet.

Those qualified to be leaders at the main competition were close to Earth-rank, even if they were not. Their Ability Xs were all at B-rank, and the difference was in their mastery and ability type. And that meant that the slightest mistake would be punished.

Wang Zheng did not go too far, because it did not really matter to him where he went. He did not intend to hide. Anybody but him could hide. And he would not, because most importantly, he did not want to hide.

It was time to make a stand.

Wang Zheng had chosen a good place. He had cleared the surroundings and raised a campfire. In this place at this time, such actions seemed to be asking for death, but Wang Zheng had done it.

He ate something. Food had never been a problem for Wang Zheng. His appetite was excellent. If Zergs were attracted to his firelight, they would make good food as well. But he hoped that Aslan had not used mechanical oil in their modifications, or it would be a waste of food. In emergencies, the trees around were always edible.

His surroundings were quiet. Charcoal appeared without a sound.

“Your actions are not prudent. But your attitude is exceptionally admirable,” Charcoal said.

Wang Zheng smiled, but did not answer.

“This is not logical. If you can endure to the end, perhaps you have a chance to enter the third tier of the Primordial Regression Technique. I can feel it. At least half the people here practice the arts,” Charcoal continued.

Wang Zheng did not mind it. He had made this move fearlessly!

Let the challenges rage on more intensely. No matter whether Bonehead had initially wanted to make him a fighter, killer, or war machine, that training had allowed him to reach this instant filled with calm and power.

This did not mean that Charcoal was wrong, only that Wang Zheng did not walk Bonehead’s road, nor Charcoal’s road. He walked his own path.

His strength came from a girl called Aina. That girl had fallen in love with a good-for-nothing boy, and borne it all. It was now his turn to protect her.

His surroundings were still silent. He did not feel the Zergs, let alone anything else, but Charcoal gradually disappeared.

Because somebody was coming, and more than one somebody. Wang Zheng did not mind it. The leaders’ skill level was not to be underestimated. Invincible? Everybody died, and in truth, staying in Wang Zheng’s position required assertiveness. This was called fighting harder with your back to a wall.

Clear footsteps rang out. Wang Zheng gathered his focus. From this instant on, his attention would not wander. As for his opponent… Wang Zheng believed in them!