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Chapter 3076 The World
Fang Heng hung up the phone and glanced at the time.
Immersed in the practice, 30 hours had passed without me even realizing it.
It's no wonder, since ordinary martial artists often lack mental strength and have to stop and rest after only one or two sessions of practicing mystical imprints due to insufficient mental energy.
Fang Heng had no such concerns, and continuous cultivation had no effect whatsoever.
The ointment on my forehead has completely lost its effectiveness and has dried out.
The meridians are not yet fully unblocked, but the completion rate is already 87%.
Fang Heng closed his eyes again and sensed the surroundings.
After the spiritual energy gathers and enters the meridians, the flow rate increases significantly.
Impressive!
The increased flow rate means that mental energy is triggered faster and its consumption is reduced.
No wonder I've heard that many legal scholars have a bit of mysticism to their name.
This improvement is not directly reflected in numerical changes.
Fang Heng stopped cultivating, stood up and looked around. More than a hundred zombie clones had already expanded their digging below and around the villa. The excavated stone ruins would be completely crushed by Abe Akaya vines, then bagged and piled up at the edge.
We still need to figure out a way to deal with the construction waste.
Let's talk about it when we get back.
Fang Heng got up, went back to the second floor to take a shower, and then met up with An Qian before heading to the martial arts arena.
……
There are a total of 128 arenas of various sizes in the inner city of the Seven Realms Martial Capital.
The vast majority of arenas were built with investment from the seven major powers and are open to the public for a fee.
It is said that the fees are high.
Tickets will be charged for the matches and the games will be open to the public for viewing.
Many martial artists also come to watch the competition and observe the changes in the strength of potential opponents.
The stadium's internal structure is somewhat similar to a large football stadium, the only difference being that the stadium is completely enclosed and the central battle zone is relatively smaller.
After verifying Fang Heng's identity, Anxi led him into the backstage lounge.
“Mr. Fang Heng, this is Elder Dylan.”
Fang Heng clasped his hands in a fist salute to the elder of the Norl clan, "Elder Dylan."
Having wasted so many lessons in the Norl clan, I should still show some manners.
Elder Dylan seemed very kind and polite. He chuckled and waved his hand, "A newly promoted martial artist, very good. I'm sorry to have called you here so late and disturb your rest. There was a bit of an unexpected situation."
"As a warrior of the Norl clan, this is what I should do." Fang Heng nodded and said, "This is my first time participating in a martial arts competition, and I will follow Elder Dylan's arrangements."
"No problem, no problem. Come, sit down and let's talk."
Elder Dylan gestured for Fang Heng to sit down, then nodded and said, "This competition is not very difficult. There are seven newcomers trained by the Norl clan, as well as two martial artists recruited from outside, just like you."
"Don't worry too much about winning or losing when you're participating for the first time. Just get a feel for it."
"it is good."
Fang Heng verbally agreed, but he never considered losing.
If we resolve the issues sooner and finish the task of winning three games each month, we'll have more time to focus on training when we get back.
Elder Dylan wasn't too concerned about the outcome of the competition. He was using it as a training exercise and didn't take Fang Heng, who was just there to make up the numbers, seriously. He focused more on teaching the newcomers.
After all, they are the main fighting force of the Norl clan in the future.
Soon, it was time to enter.
The group entered the preparation area.
It was only then that Fang Heng noticed that the martial arts arena was packed with spectators, with an occupancy rate of over 70%.
As soon as they entered, they were greeted by a deafening roar of cheers.
Fang Heng sat with his team next to the preparation area.
Since Anxi was unable to enter, she could only wait in front of the waiting area passage.
A moment later, the host announced that both sides had entered the arena and were ready to begin the battle.
The opponent was not one of the seven superpowers of the universe, but a medium-sized race.
"Hey bro, what a coincidence, are you just here to buy soy sauce too?"
Fang Heng turned to look at the young man who had spoken to him and found his face somewhat familiar.
By the way, like him, he was one of the martial artists who passed the preliminary test in the same batch as him.
"Just passing by?"
"Yeah, bro, didn't you know?"
Liu Hu shook his head and said in a low voice, "I heard that three mid-level martial artists were originally planned, but two of them were suddenly poached and could not participate. Time was too tight and no replacements could be found, so the elder simply chose to give up."
"Look, none of the mid-level players are participating in this mission. Everyone is a newbie. It's clearly a mission for newbies to get experience."
"Is it……"
Fang Heng glanced at the group of young people in the waiting area and asked, "Then why are you wasting your time participating?"
Liu Hu looked miserable and said helplessly, "Other teams don't think much of me. I lost the first game and haven't played a single game since. I thought I'd come here to get noticed by the elders so they'd think of me first next time."
Fang Heng frowned slightly.
It sounds like life isn't easy for newly promoted martial artists...
"Humph!"
Another martial artist who had also accepted the mission scoffed and said, "If you all came here with this kind of thinking, then I advise you to give up as soon as possible."
"If a martial artist is already thinking about defeat before even fighting, and has lost the will to strive, what is the point of pursuing the path of martial arts?"
Liu Hu blushed immediately upon hearing this.
"I, I'm not..."
Fan Chen's eyes gleamed with determination as he continued, "Even if we lose in the end, so what? Isn't this also an opportunity for you to show your skills? Since you're on the field, you must give it your all and leave a lasting impression on the elders."
Liu Hu's fighting spirit was ignited by these words, and he nodded, saying, "Brother is right, I have learned a lot."
Fang Heng didn't speak, but looked up at the dueling arena.
In the first round of the battle, both sides sent out members of their own tribes.
"They're from the Kata tribe, not easy to deal with," Liu Hu said quietly, observing the battlefield. "They have very strong physical abilities."
"The Kata race's dimensional level rating is 13-35, which is considered an extremely high level, while the Nor race's rating is 21-42. Although they seem to be similar, once they cross the 20-level threshold, the difference becomes quite significant."
Fan Chen commented from the side, "Dimensional strength and racial talent are one aspect, but ultimately it depends on individual ability."
Fang Heng's heart skipped a beat as he listened to their conversation.
Dimensional strength!?
Do other races also have dimensional strength?
Thinking about it carefully, it seems quite normal.
Other races also have this concept of dimensional strength!
No wonder, besides their special abilities, the Shadow Clan's attributes are also much stronger than those of ordinary races.
It's probably also related to the dimensional intensity.
I just don't know how much difference there is between the dimensional strength level they mentioned and the game rating.
If the same standard applies, then the Nore race's dimensional strength is actually higher than mine?
Fang Heng pondered for a moment, then asked, "Gentlemen, why is there talk of fluctuations in dimensional levels?"
Fan Chen glanced at Fang Heng, somewhat puzzled as to why Fang Heng didn't even understand such basic things. (End of Chapter)