National Games: Hang up from the zombie apocalypse

"Senior, is that you?"

The Star Clan youth had been waiting in the market area since early morning, but had not seen Fang Heng. Now, he finally saw Fang Heng, wearing a hat, walking towards him, and was still a little unsure.

"No, it's my friend. He participated in the semi-finals of the Martial Arts Competition and couldn't make it here. I'll fulfill the promise in his place. Don't worry, I'm more suitable to help you than he is."

As Fang Heng spoke, he glanced at the three people beside the Star Clan youth.

Oh?
It seems that this young man from the Star Clan has hired more than one helper this time.

Judging from their auras, these three are all quite strong.

The three martial artists also turned their gazes toward Fang Heng, as if trying to confirm his identity.

"I see. Thank you for your help, senior."

The young man sighed inwardly when he heard that the person he had met earlier was unwilling to come.

After all, judging from the tone of the voice, that person was a martial artist who had entered the semi-finals of the Martial Arts Tournament, so his strength must be extremely high.

The one in front of me is definitely inferior.

no way.

Since things have come to this, we can only take it one step at a time.

"Thank you very much, senior."

The young man clasped his hands in a salute to Fang Heng, then looked at everyone and said, "Everyone is here now, let's set off."

"Okay, lead the way."

The Star Clan youth led Fang Heng to a teleportation temple in a corner of the city.

Fang Heng asked, "I haven't asked your name yet."

"Enoch."

The boy said, "My name is Enoch. Seniors, this is what happened. Tonight, my clan will begin the Stellar Cataclysm. My grandfather obtained some unfavorable results through astrology. He believes that we will encounter a calamity that may be related to the life and death of our Stellar Clan."

A life-or-death crisis?

Fang Heng remained calm and composed.

“Young brother, don’t worry. We are all top experts who have participated in the Martial Arts Tournament. This is Xia Er, who has successfully advanced to the semi-finals. The fact that we are here means that your Star Clan is not destined to perish.”

A rather burly alien gestured with his eyes to the woman beside him and nodded, saying, "Tell me specifically how I can help you."

"My grandfather's astrological abilities were limited, and he couldn't find the specific reason."

Enoch looked troubled, then continued, "However, we suspect that this calamity is related to the stellar cataclysm."

Fang Heng asked, "What is a stellar fission?"

“Every few hundred years or so, a special combination of races will appear on the stars in the universe where our race is located. This special combination will cause the power of the stars to shine at a high intensity, which we call stellar fission.”

"During the stellar fission, our clan will guide the power of the stars into our clan through the ancestral temple and the Star Origin Temple. During this period, clan members can use the power of the stellar fission to temper their bodies."

"However, the Stellar Fission is not 100% safe. Occasionally, some anomalies will occur, and there is a small probability that Stellar Fissions will appear. There have been several times when demons have emerged from the Fissions."

"Therefore, we suspect that this calamity may be related to a stellar fission."

Fang Heng had never heard of Stellar Fission before, but after listening to Enoch's explanation, he became somewhat interested in the so-called power of stars.

Can this thing temper the physical body?
Does it work for him too?
Charles frowned slightly as he listened and asked, "As far as I know, the conclusions drawn from astrology are not always accurate, especially when it comes to predicting the future. Are you so sure that the prophecy will come true?"

“Of course I also hope the prediction is wrong.” Enoch shook his head slightly, forcing a smile. “The best outcome would be that all my worries were for nothing.”

……

Five hours later, the group passed through the teleportation channel and entered the main city where the Star Clan lived.

"Wow? It's so lively here?"

The capital of the Star Clan was filled with a lively and festive atmosphere, with lanterns and decorations everywhere.

In the center of the square, an altar constructed of star sand was slowly rotating, emitting a soft silver glow. Members of the Star Clan surrounded it, holding star stone artifacts and chanting hymns.

The Star Clan youths frolicked in groups of three or five around the plaza. Starlight danced around the Starlight Fountain, and the scattered starlight condensed into various patterns under the youths' mental power, eliciting bursts of cheerful laughter and exclamations from their companions.

"A celebration...it seems the atmosphere is quite good..."

Big Brian was entering the Star Clan for the first time. He looked around curiously and said, "Hey, Enoch, are you sure your Star Clan is going to face a great calamity? Your people don't seem to be dealing with a calamity."

“Every time a Stellar Fission occurs, it is a day of celebration within the clan. The clan leader did not believe my grandfather’s prophecy this time,” Enoch explained. “In addition, the Star Clan has made friends with various alien races, and they invite alien races to participate in every Stellar Fission.”

Enoch was also helpless.

Despite Grandpa's prediction of the calamity, very few people were willing to believe it.

Upon hearing this, the clan chief merely announced that strict precautions would be taken during the Star Fission.

As Enoch was speaking, he suddenly stopped and looked at several of his kinsmen walking towards them.

"Elder Ai Ding."

"Yes, Enoch, you're back."

Elder Ai Ding nodded slightly, then looked at Fang Heng and the others behind Enoch, "Who are these people?"

Enoch nodded and said, "Elder, these are my friends whom I invited. If we encounter any trouble during the Stellar Fission, they will lend a helping hand..."

"Enough! Enoch! Stop talking nonsense!"

A young man standing next to the elder stepped forward and angrily rebuked, "The clan leader has already said that your grandfather's astrological predictions were flawed. The clan leader has re-predicted them several times but found nothing amiss. Are you trying to say that everyone is wrong?!"

Fang Heng frowned slightly.

strangeness.

In theory, if the practitioners are of similar strength and the information source is accurate, the conclusions drawn from the deductions should be roughly the same, regardless of whether they are correct or not.

The Star Clan is extremely skilled in astrology, and they are likely at or near the god-level. Theoretically, their deductions should not differ too much.

"Okay, just say a few words."

Ai Ding pushed aside the young man in front of her, nodded to Fang Heng and the others, and said, "I apologize for making you all laugh. There are many guests during the Star Fission, so please excuse my poor hospitality. Please make yourselves at home."

Enoch watched as the elders led everyone away and sighed inwardly.

"Esteemed seniors, the Stellar Fission will officially begin in five hours. I will take you to the plaza."

"it is good."

Brian shrugged, somewhat displeased with Elder Ai Ding's attitude.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Those who can participate in the Wuji Grand Tournament are all top performers.

Any one of the three of them could wipe out the Star Clan.

Calamity?

Is it that powerful?

They were more curious about Fang Heng than Fang Heng.

A tall, thin martial artist looked at Fang Heng and asked, "Brother, what's your name?"

“Fang Heng,” Fang Heng said calmly, “I’m not a martial artist participating in this Martial Arts Tournament. I’m here to watch the matches with a friend. I know a little about astrology, and he asked me to come and help him.” (End of Chapter)