Devouring all things: I possess the energy of chaos.

About ten minutes later, the fighter jets gradually slowed down.

Finally, it stopped moving forward in the air and then slowly landed on the ground.

After the cabin door opened, everyone gradually exited the cabin.

"I am Li Tan, the city lord of Zuifeng City. Everyone, you've all had a long journey. Please go and rest."

A middle-aged man in a suit and wearing glasses said politely.

"It's troublesome."

Li Xingguo, as the consul, nodded and said.

Li Tan then sent people to pull them into the car one by one and take them to the nearest hotel.

After Mo Hong got into a car, they soon arrived at a simply decorated small hotel.

Since they were conscripts, they were able to check in directly without registering.

After receiving the key from the front desk, Mo Hong quickly entered a room.

Mo Hong plopped down on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

When Mo Hong opened his eyes again, the sky was still somewhat dark, but a hint of dawn was gradually breaking.

Mo Hong wasted no time and immediately took out the relevant items and medicinal herbs from his backpack before beginning his cultivation.

In his own words, time is of the essence, and every bit of strength gained is a bit more in terms of self-preservation.

After an unknown amount of time, the bracelet on Mo Hong's arm vibrated. Mo Hong opened his eyes and found that it was a message from Li Xingguo.

"Everyone, assemble outside the hotel immediately. We're about to assign teams."

At this point, Mo Hong immediately stopped cultivating and went outside.

When Mo Hong arrived, there were already more than a dozen people waiting outside.

Once everyone was present, Li Xingguo pointed to the bus next to him and said, "Get on the bus, they will take you to a place."

At this point, everyone boarded the bus.

Before long, they arrived at a heavily guarded base, where many people were already standing around the perimeter.

After Mo Hong and the others got off the vehicle, several people in military uniforms urged them, "Go on, we'll be assigning teams soon."

So, the group from Xuanwu University headed straight for the crowd.

Many people looked at the newcomers with curiosity, mixed feelings of curiosity and disdain.

"Quiet!"

Suddenly, a pressure far exceeding the Xuan rank was unleashed, instantly silencing the clamor of the crowd.

A dozen or so imposing men in military uniforms emerged from the base, with the leader making no attempt to conceal his aura, which had already reached the King rank.

"Now we'll start assigning teams. Everyone whose name is called, please stand up. Someone will take you directly to the bus."

A man in military uniform said calmly.

"Frontline support personnel: Chen Gang, Yang Hui, Chen Hua..."

The man read out nearly two hundred names before stopping.

Upon hearing this, people came out one after another. Knowing that they were destined to go to the front line, some looked heavy-hearted and worried, while others were pale.

"Get in the car."

After boarding the bus, the group was taken away immediately.

At this moment, only forty-odd people remained in the center of the arena, including Mo Hong.

"You guys will serve as scouts, responsible for pre-battle intelligence gathering and other tasks."

Hearing this, some people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, a dozen or so teams slowly walked over. They were dressed in different ways, but their faces showed that they were mostly young adults and women who had been fighting for a long time.

"Gentlemen, each team will select two players, until all teams have made their selections."

Upon hearing this, the leader of each team nodded.

"So it's a random selection? I hope a strong team will choose me."

Some people felt uneasy and began to pray secretly.

Joining a strong and experienced team greatly increases your chances of survival.

"What are your skills, and what are you good at?"

Before long, the leader of the group began to inquire about the strength of this group.

Within minutes, those with the strongest abilities were immediately conscripted, while those with lower abilities were ignored.

Mo Hong was asked several times, but once others learned that he was only level 11, they stopped paying attention.

This scene left Mo Hong feeling somewhat depressed.

After all the capable ones were recruited, there were still a dozen or so people left who were unwanted.

"Damn it, we failed to secure any top students again. Looks like we'll have to choose them."

Several people expressed their displeasure loudly, making those who were not chosen look even uglier.

This is already an open expression of disdain for them!

After several people were chosen, a man wearing a headscarf and with a scar on his face walked up to Mo Hong and asked, "What is your strength? What are you good at?"

"Physical fitness level 11, primarily uses a knife."

Mo Hong replied simply.

The man nodded, turned and left, and then asked several more people.

Upon seeing this, Mo Hong's face immediately darkened.

To Mo Hong's surprise, after asking those people, he came back to Mo Hong and asked casually, "What's your name?"

"Mo Hong!"

"Alright, my name is Yan Ming. You're now part of my Seventh Reconnaissance Team. Let's go."

After Yan Ming finished speaking, he turned around and went back, with Mo Hong following closely behind.

After rejoining the team.

Mo Hong glanced at the seventh squad, which consisted of five men and one woman.

However, the others were also sizing up Mo Hong.

Upon noticing Mo Hong's youthful face, many people unconsciously frowned and their expressions turned cold.

"How could the captain have chosen such a burden? What bad luck!"

A tall, thin man looked at him with disdain and smacked his lips.

"Ok?"

Seeing that these people seemed to dislike him, Mo Hong's expression turned cold.

He usually has a pretty good temper, but these people turned cold in front of him, and some even verbally abused him, showing that they completely looked down on him.

Mo Hong naturally wouldn't give him a pleasant look.

"Huh? You just walked in and you're already giving us attitude, what's the meaning of that?"

"What's wrong? You're not happy? If you are, you'd better put up with it for now."

The tall, thin young man had a cold look in his eyes, looking down at Mo Hong, and slowly raised his fist, as if he was about to make a move.

"Everyone, please get on the bus first."

Seeing that everyone's expressions were not right, Yan Ming smiled and said, "There's nothing we can do, everyone. The rest of the people are basically level 10. Only this kid named Mo Hong is a little stronger. Since you've already made your choice, don't keep showing your faces, so as not to cause trouble later when carrying out the mission."

"Gao Fan, give me some face, don't take this newcomer seriously."

Upon hearing this, Gao Fan glared at Mo Hong, snorted coldly, and then boarded the armored vehicle first.

The others didn't say anything either; they neither comforted Mo Hong nor tried to break up the fight, and simply watched indifferently throughout.

"Are these guys really that hostile towards me?"

Mo Hong's heart gradually grew cold.

In Mo Hong's view, Yan Ming's words were an attempt to protect Gao Fan, and combined with the indifference of the others, it was clear to anyone with eyes that these people had long since formed a small group to unite against him, an 'outsider'.

Especially since his current strength seems rather weak, he appears even more vulnerable to being bullied.

Only after everyone had boarded the bus did Mo Hong quietly sit in the last seat.