CHAPTER 1010: CHAPTER 1008: HOW ABOUT WE CHARGE OVER THERE AND TAKE A LOOK

If Zhang Menglong and the others were Level Six life forms, they wouldn’t doubt it for a second, but they are all Level Five life forms!

According to the army configurations of Universe 37 and Universe 38, out of 1,000 people, there are ten Level Six life forms and 200 cosmic beasts. Even those tough-skinned Level Five peak life forms are comparable to some of the weaker Level Six life forms.

But these 667 people spread out, each establishing a defensive line hundreds of meters long, like an iron wall blocking the invaders’ charge.

Each of them exudes a power that even ordinary Level Six life forms would envy, using martial dao secret techniques unheard-of and unseen, with each move being grand and powerful. Even their captains, giving their all, couldn’t unleash such terrifying martial dao secret techniques.

"Xinos, you’re not fooling me, right? Are these super soldiers secretly nurtured from an elite squad?" Kadriel was utterly shocked by the scene.

What kind of recruits are these? Even a team composed of Level Six life forms would be crushed into dust in front of these people!

He saw it—these people’s attacks were not only powerful but covered a vast area.

That tall, skinny young man casually conjured a compressed ball of cosmic origin energy. This power is so strong that even the mightiest Beam Cannon and Particle Cannon can’t match it. Each energy ball can cover an area tens of meters in diameter, leaving no enemy alive within.

It’s not that they couldn’t muster such powerful cosmic origin energy, but every aggregation takes at least tens of seconds, and only a few times would leave them utterly exhausted.

On the other hand, the young man effortlessly conjured this cosmic origin energy, as if it were a machine gun, covering an area hundreds of meters wide—a humanoid super energy cannon.

After minutes of bombardment, he showed no signs of fatigue, nonchalantly pulled out a can labeled "Red Bull," drank it, and within seconds, was invigorated, resuming his wild bombardment.

Another young man wielded a meter-long machete, and each swing emitted a blade light forty meters long, cutting vertically and sweeping horizontally, reducing the invaders’ armor to tatters.

Another young man merely took out a black book, muttered a couple of spells, and suddenly, yellow sand surged on the battlefield, forming thousands of bizarre life forms charging at the opposing formation.

Those sand warriors possessed immense strength far surpassing the enemy’s Level Five life forms, seemingly having an undying body. Even when occasionally shattered by the beasts or destroyed by the weaponry, the sand would reassemble in seconds, continuing the fight.

And the huge golden hands and fingers descending from the sky, along with a colorful energy giant named "Susano’o," looked like scenes straight from a dream.

"They are really recruits," Xinos pulled up their data. "Look, they’re all newly enlisted. This is their examination period and scores. These can’t be faked, right?"

"Wasn’t this just about twenty Cosmic Days ago?"

"Wait!" Captain Kadriel suddenly noticed the scores next to their examination data—"Four or five thousand in power and speed scores... At this level, they can be core members in any team."

"The strongest is twenty thousand? Aren’t they stronger than us?"

"You’re mistaken," Xinos said. "Several mid-to-high-grade Level Six life forms in our team, none of them have scores lower than four or five thousand. But can they exhibit such combat prowess?"

Kadriel shook his head. Before this group, the Level Six life forms and cannon fodder showed little difference, the only distinction being whether they could leave behind some severed fingers or remnants.

"They have all held back their power and haven’t fully unleashed it, and that youth named Zhang Menglong measured a score of twenty thousand, because the instrument’s range was capped at twenty thousand—he punched straight and broke the machine!"

"Broke it? Then he must have at least thirty thousand power!"

"Hehehe, I think this group, even the weakest among them, has power exceeding fifteen thousand points, and he," Xinos looked at Zhang Menglong, "could easily take on a group of elementary Level Seven life forms."

"What a joke," Kadriel helplessly shook his head. "I even thought they were recklessly suicidal just now. On a battlefield of this scale, there’s no real threat to them."

In the midst of their conversation, the chaos on the battlefield had subsided.

The two opposing universes launched dozens of charges but barely got a glimpse of their opponents before being repelled, leaving at least tens of thousands of corpses at every squad’s position.

They were bewildered!

This level of combat strength is at least top-tier Level Six, possibly Level Seven life forms!

Such elite, typically found sparingly in a battle sequence composed of hundreds of squads, yet among these thousand squads, each contained one such existence.

It’s beyond what even Universe Seven, let alone Universe 37 and Universe 38, could put together—isn’t this too extravagant?

If they continued charging, they’d only incur meaningless casualties; now, the priority is to report Universe Seven’s situation to decision-makers for strategic responses.

As the battlefield smoke cleared, apart from the strewn limbs and corpses, not a single living person could be seen.

"Repelled! We repelled them!"

"Zero casualties—it’s our first battle with no casualties ever!"

"Come again, bastards! Weren’t you invading our universe? Didn’t you act so arrogant?"

A thousand squads erupted with rounds of cheers.

Such attacks nearly occur monthly, often costing dearly, sometimes lasting multiple days and nights. But this time, from initiation to retreat, only took a few minutes.

Furthermore, the invaders’ losses were at a level typically seen only annually, a blow so severe that they need to recuperate for the next battle.

Everyone saw clearly enough that their weapons couldn’t block the enemy anymore, some even breached the weapon blockade; facing the foe directly, they’d have to fight in blood.

Given their post-battle recovery, today’s losses could have been considerable, with several units possibly losing their numbers entirely. Yet Xinos’s squad of hundreds turned the tide of a multi-million force charge.

With no casualties at all!

"They left already? I’m not done playing yet—what’s this?"

"Don’t go; I haven’t even tried my newly learned combat skills yet—let me test their power!"

"Finished already? My instant noodles aren’t even soft yet!"

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[Ding, congratulations, Director, for gaining 1 prestige point.]

[Ding, congratulations, Director, for gaining 1 prestige point.]

...

Zhang Menglong heard the endless notifications by his ear. From this battle, he’d earned 100 prestige points—over one million cred points instantly credited.

"Not so satisfying," Zhang Menglong remarked, glancing at the retreating invaders, "should we charge after them and have a look?"