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"Disciples of all sects, please remain silent and do not linger in the teleportation array. Proceed to your respective sect's assembly point immediately!"

A loud voice interrupted the disciples' praises, and a serious-looking general from the Demon Suppression City walked over.

"I am Xiahou Jie, the city lord of Zhenmo City. As per the application from the sects of the Northern Region, you will be training here for the next month."

"Take this military merit stone and keep it with you at all times. It will automatically record your military merit points when you kill demons. Otherwise, you'll just be wasting your time!"

With a wave of his hand, Xiahou Jie displayed specially made tokens in front of each sect disciple.

This military merit stone is small and exquisite, with complex runes engraved on it, each rune containing mysterious power.

"Having just arrived at the Human-Demon Battlefield, I will arrange for someone to train you. Good luck to you all, and I hope to see you here again in a month!"

After Xiahou Jie finished speaking, he turned and left the training ground. After he disappeared, a soldier came over and began the drill.

The general guarding the Demon-Suppressing City was tall and imposing, standing like an iron tower.

His bronze face was resolute and serious, and his piercing gaze swept over the young disciples of the various sects before him.

He roared in a booming voice, "Listen up! The demons are fierce and brutal, and agile. You must be vigilant at all times! A moment's carelessness and you will become their dead!"

The garrison commander gave a few words of instruction, and then, as Xiahou Jie requested, officially began to instruct the disciples of each sect.

First came physical training. The disciples carried heavy stones on their backs, which were like small mountains, causing their backs to bend slightly.

Under the scorching sun, the intense heat relentlessly baked the earth, as if trying to evaporate all moisture.

Sweat poured down the disciples' foreheads, cheeks, and backs, glistening in the sunlight. The ground beneath their feet was soaked with sweat and left deep footprints by their heavy footsteps.

But no one dared to slack off in the slightest; everyone gritted their teeth, panting heavily, and ran forward desperately.

"Speed ​​up! Don't be a bunch of cowards!" The defenders held long whips, which cracked in the air, making a terrifying sound.

Their eyes were cold and ruthless, as if telling their disciples that there was no mercy here, only brutal training.

Next comes tactical coordination training. As the saying goes, "a hero needs three helpers," and on the battlefield, the most important thing is unity and cooperation.

"Two people in pairs, cover each other!" The disciples quickly found their partners and practiced how to coordinate their attacks in battle.

When one disciple attacks, his steps are nimble and his sword is as swift as the wind, while the other is fully focused on defense, keeping a close eye on the surroundings, ready to deal with any attack from any direction.

Their steps were perfectly synchronized, and their tacit understanding gradually developed through repeated training.

With just a glance or a gesture, they can understand each other perfectly and coordinate flawlessly.

In close combat training, the disciples conducted simulated combat against the defending troops.

"Be careful to dodge and find the enemy's weakness!" The defenders showed no mercy, each move brimming with power, like tigers unleashed from the mountains.

Their movements were swift and powerful, each attack accompanied by a whooshing sound.

The disciples gained experience from each fall; their bodies were covered in bruises and abrasions, and their clothes were torn, but their fighting spirit only grew stronger.

They rolled on the ground, quickly got up, and threw themselves back into the fight, constantly honing their reflexes and combat skills.

After such intense and comprehensive training, the disciples were exhausted, but their eyes showed a newfound determination and confidence.

Their bodies became stronger, their muscles more defined, their skills more refined, and their movements more agile.

"Not bad! Although you can't compare to my soldiers, you've improved a lot since then. Everyone get a good night's sleep tonight, and tomorrow morning I'll take you to the edge of the battlefield for some training!"

The garrison commander looked at the group of disciples from various sects whose spirits and energy had changed considerably, and nodded to himself.

The next morning, the group arrived at the edge of the battlefield. Shouts and screams filled their ears, and the stench of blood permeated the air, making them shudder.

The battlefield was like a chaotic hell, with billowing smoke and towering flames. Black smoke blotted out the sun, making it almost impossible to tell which way was which.

"Let your performance begin! Hehe..." The garrison commander smiled knowingly, eager to see how his disciples would embarrass themselves.

The core disciples leading each sect approached, exchanged glances, and Wu Angwang, a core disciple of the Yunxia Sect, couldn't help but sneer, "Fengqing Sect, how about we have a competition this time?"

Mengyao took a step forward. "I remember the person we were competing against last time was quietly murdered, wasn't he?"

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"Let's cut to the chase and settle this with killing the demons. Why waste our breath on empty words!" A core disciple of the Wind Sword Sect raised his sword, which emitted a soft hum, silencing Wu Angwang.

"Hehe, everyone, let's work hard! I hope everyone can make a big improvement!" Mu Tianhuo, a core disciple of the Burning Flame Sect, also encouraged them meaningfully.

As for Lin Musen, a core disciple of the Mulan Sect, and Han Bingbing, a disciple of the Jueqing Valley, they looked at him as if he were an idiot, which made Wu Angwang furious!

Just then, the demons on the battlefield spotted them and led their demon army in a vicious attack.

The six core disciples, along with disciples like Dongfang Sheng who possessed the cultivation level of the Profound Spirit Realm, displayed extraordinary confidence and courage. They chose to proceed alone, their figures standing out prominently on the chaotic battlefield.

The other disciples formed small groups of two or three, cooperating with each other. Some groups focused on defense, with members standing closely together to form an impregnable defensive line.

A demon attempted to break through their defenses. The demon's eyes were bloodshot, and black flames spewed from its mouth, making it a terrifying sight. The flames swept in, and waves of heat rolled in.

The team members roared in unison, their voices filled with anger and determination, as they raised their shields and fiercely resisted the demons' onslaught.

Another team member seized the opportunity to thrust out his sword, which gleamed in the sunlight and pierced the demon's leg accurately. The demon fell to the ground in pain, letting out a painful howl.

Some squads excel at surprise attacks, moving like ghosts among the demons. One member drew the demons' attention, dodging left and right, skillfully avoiding their attacks, while constantly taunting them.

The other two team members swiftly approached from the flanks, moving with the agility of cheetahs. They launched their attack simultaneously; one thrust his sword into the demon's back, the blade plunging into its body, black blood splattering everywhere.

Another person struck the demon in the head with a spell. A flash of light appeared, and the demon collapsed instantly, turning into a wisp of black smoke and disappearing.

……

While Mengyao and the others were fighting on the battlefield, Fan Tong, who was seriously injured and looked like a corpse, struggled to regain consciousness while unconscious.

His eyelids trembled slightly, as if he had used all his strength to slowly open them.

The excruciating pain surged through his body like a tidal wave, as if every inch of his skin and every bone was being gnawed at by countless ants, almost causing him to faint again.

But his strong will to survive kept him going, and the unwillingness in his heart sustained him as he tried to stay conscious.

Fan Tong gritted his teeth, his lips already bitten until they bled, staining his chin red and making his already frightening appearance even more terrifying.

He struggled to circulate the nameless cultivation technique, and the faint spiritual energy within his body began to flow slowly like a trickle.

Each time he channeled his spiritual energy, it felt like countless tiny knives were cutting into his meridians and wounds, causing excruciating pain.

But he did not give up. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped onto the parched earth beneath him, where they were instantly absorbed.

Seeing that the life force of heaven and earth absorbed by the nameless cultivation technique was slowly restoring his body, Fan Tong breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look inward at his dantian space.

That one glance was enough to leave him utterly astonished!