CHAPTER 1024: CHAPTER 1022: WHY DON’T YOU FORM A LEGION?

Combat Sequence 192, 404th Unit’s Defense Line.

A group of young people lined up neatly into rows, performing synchronized movements.

"Xinos, what’s your Flying Tigers Squad doing?" The leaders from the surrounding units, who came to observe, asked curiously.

"Morning exercise," Xinos said. "Menglong says this is called morning calisthenics, and it’s part of their daily exercise regimen!"

As soon as he spoke, a strong storm swept through, but this was not a storm formed by air currents; it was caused by the flow of surrounding energy.

Rich cosmic origin energy transformed into an almost liquid state, and each member of the Flying Tigers Squad greedily absorbed this rich energy.

"This cosmic origin energy is almost a thousand times greater than ours!"

The so-called martial artists, they seek the limits of genetic layers, and this limit is achieved by strengthening their genes and cells through cosmic origin energy.

Currently, the only publicly available training materials across the universe are from the Cosmic Martial Dao Association.

Under normal circumstances, cosmic origin energy cannot be absorbed by the human body; it must be converted using certain methods, which can be understood as internal cultivation methods in martial arts or cultivation techniques in fantasy worlds. In cosmic civilizations, this method is named Foundation Techniques.

The Foundation Techniques made public by the Cosmic Martial Dao Association are the most basic. Some powerful life forms have modified and upgraded these basic training methods with their insights, potentially even exponentially increasing the speed.

This categorization of Foundation Techniques has led to uneven development in the martial dao across the universe.

These people achieve the status of Level Six life forms, not only due to personal effort and talent but also because the Foundation Techniques they learned are much higher-grade compared to others. However, so far, they’ve never seen Foundation Techniques that can channel cosmic origin energy at such a level.

"Isn’t this the Foundation Technique their Flying Tigers Squad is learning?"

"Training in martial dao at a speed thousands of times faster than ours, it’s truly enviable."

"Now I finally understand why they’re so abnormal. Judging by their life auras, none of them can be over 20 cosmic years old?"

"First exercise, stretching; second, chest and shoulder movement; third, side body movement... What a marvelous Foundation Technique."

"Why do I get no results by following their exercises?"

"Idiot, if you could learn just by copying their movements, it wouldn’t be considered high-grade Foundation Techniques!"

"If only they would teach us."

"While we can, let’s hurry and take advantage of their energy!"

"Right, right, with such concentrated energy, practicing for a few cosmic hours might be worth several years of our training!"

...

Of course, they didn’t know that Zhang Menglong and others were indeed doing morning calisthenics, but simultaneously, some were operating top-level internal cultivation methods, others Heaven Rank cultivation techniques, or running secret techniques. This was their true secret.

For these high-grade world techniques, it’s simply a dimension-reducing attack for such a low-level world; even their trashiest third-rate cultivation techniques far exceed the top Foundation Techniques of this world.

minutes later, Zhang Menglong and the others finished their morning exercises, but the surrounding cosmic origin energy remained exceptionally dense. The entire 404th Unit, and even the surrounding units’ warriors, began training in Foundation Techniques nearby.

"Menglong, the General wants to see you."

"Huh? The General wants to see me?" Zhang Menglong remembered that last time Xinos told him their Legion Commander might want to see him. Now it seemed he’d skipped over the Legion Commander directly to see the General.

"It’s not surprising with such a commotion you caused," Xinos chuckled. "Come on, I’ll take you!"

...

Under Xinos’s guidance, they arrived at the headquarters of the outer battlefield of Universe Seven.

The place where the General lived resembled a massive castle, and all the guards around it were Level Eight life form warriors. Most of the time, the General was not here; his presence was mainly to deter other civilizations’ Level Nine life forms.

The interior of the castle was very luxurious. Though it was a military base, it felt more like the residence of a noble from an advanced civilization.

"General, I have brought Menglong."

"You may leave."

"Yes!"

"I’ll wait outside for you." Xinos gave Zhang Menglong a knowing glance and left.

"Have a seat." A burly man emerged from a room, not wearing any ornate armor but a plain white Daoist robe. "My name is Luo Ze, and you are Zhang Menglong, right?"

"I am."

"You’ve done well," The General’s aura swept over Zhang Menglong, "18 cosmic years old, a Level Six elementary life form. If it were an ordinary person, I’d think I was dreaming, but since you’re Zhang Kai’s descendant, it doesn’t surprise me at all."

"General Luo Ze, you knew my ancestor?"

"Hahaha, more than just knew; he spent hundreds of years on this battlefield back in the day."

"Really?" Zhang Menglong only knew that Zhang Kai left behind a legendary tale in cosmic civilization. Little did he expect his presence to reach even here.

"You might not know this, but at that time, it was extremely difficult for our Universe Seven to survive here. We were even close to being breached. But then your ancestor arrived; he killed nine Level Nine life forms from seven neighboring civilizations, buying us precious time to catch our breath, and now we can stand firm here."

"Awesome! I thought he only knew how to womanize!" Zhang Menglong quipped.

"Those few hundred years were the most peaceful times for Universe Seven. After he left, neighboring civilizations probed several times and, confirming he was gone, resumed invading us. Now, our strength is somewhat stretched thin again. Do you know where he is now?"

"Sorry, I truly don’t know," Zhang Menglong shook his head. He did not even know where his parents were, let alone those ancestors he had never met.

"Sigh!" Luo Ze sighed deeply; the days in Universe Seven were increasingly difficult.

"I heard you formed a Flying Tigers Squad and recently captured 23 base cities of 37 Universes and 38 Universes?"

"Yes," Zhang Menglong nodded. "Their 911 Base came to invade our combat sequence; I couldn’t let that happen, so I wiped out the surrounding units as well."

"I have an idea," Luo Ze said. "As a member of Universe Seven, are you willing to contribute to our universe?"

"Of course," This was Zhang Menglong’s purpose for coming to the outer battlefield. Of course, whether he contributed or not was secondary; the main goal was to earn some cred points.

"Very good. I now appoint you as the Legion Commander of the 10089 Corps. I will mobilize a batch of reinforcements for you. I hope that you can instill them with sufficient combat power in the shortest possible time. Are you willing?"

"To make me a Legion Commander?" Zhang Menglong’s eyes lit up; this proposal had potential.

Then he would not only have greater freedom of movement, but he could also cultivate a batch of outstanding warriors from these new recruits. In this way, both intimidation and prestige points could be earned at lightning speed.

"But I have two requests," Zhang Menglong said.

"Go ahead."

"I want the maximum authority. I want to personally command all battles without the need to report."

"Agreed!" This was actually a gamble by Luo Ze. If Zhang Menglong truly surpassed others as his ancestor did, perhaps he could cultivate a large number of warriors comparable to the Flying Tigers Squad.

Imagine a unit where every member possesses battle strength at the peak of Level Seven life forms, or even higher, wielding thunder and lightning on this outer battlefield!

"The second request, I don’t want the 10089 Corps designation; please change it to IPX-001 for me."

"Why?"

"In our civilization, this is the standard format of designation numbers, and it’s my favorite designation."