High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

Wei Hong stood in the crowd, his fists clenched. The arrogance and disdain on his face were gone, replaced by a burning passion.

"I will stand on that wall someday too."

"Protect all of this."

His voice was deep and firm, as if he were speaking to himself, or to everyone else.

He looked up at the battlefield scenes on the big screen, his voice rising slightly, carrying the youthful exuberance and spirit:

"No, not just standing on top, I want to stand at the very front. One day, I will be able to defend a fortress all by myself!"

Several freshmen around him were moved by his words and cheered.

"Well said!"

"Brother Wei is awesome!"

"From now on, I'll follow Brother Wei."

Wei Hong's lips curled up again, but this time the smile was more serious than before.

Qingxiao stood among the girls, looking at the image on the big screen, without saying a word, but something flickered slightly deep in her eyes.

The round-faced girl next to him whispered, "That Wei Hong, he's got such a big mouth."

Qingxiao didn't reply. Her gaze swept across the screen and suddenly stopped on a particular image.

That was a live broadcast of the Tianhe South Fortress.

In the scene, a Tier 3 mutated giant lizard has just rushed onto the top of the wall and is pouncing towards a firing point.

The defenders' psionic rifles had no effect on it, and several warriors rushed to intercept it, but were all shaken off by the giant lizard.

Then, a silver-gray blade of light cut in from the edge of the screen.

too fast.

The camera, which was almost at the end of the live stream, only captured a blurry afterimage.

The afterimage circled halfway around the giant lizard, making three cuts: the first cut into its left forelimb, the second across its jaw, and the third into its brain.

The monitor lizard collapsed.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

Qingxiao's pupils contracted slightly.

She could make out the outline of the afterimage: a young man in a black combat suit, carrying a silver battle sword.

His movements were too fast, the image was too blurry, and his face was not visible.

But the swordsmanship, the speed, and the way he perfectly blended lightning with swordsmanship moved her.

"That person..." Qingxiao whispered, her voice only audible to herself.

The round-faced girl followed her gaze but couldn't see anything clearly: "What's wrong, Sister Wan?"

Qingxiao did not answer.

Her eyes were fixed on the image, trying to make out more from the blurry picture.

In the video, the young man moved again.

He charged toward another third-tier beast, and nine arcs of electricity shot out from around his body at the same time, accurately striking the nine second-tier beasts.

They were all wiped out in an instant!

The round-faced girl finally saw this scene, her mouth agape in an "O" shape: "Who...who is this? So powerful..."

Qingxiao unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.

Just then, a freshman who had been constantly refreshing his terminal suddenly exclaimed, "I know! I know who the top scorer from Nanjiang Province is!"

People around him turned to look at him.

"Look at this..."

He turned the terminal screen towards the crowd, displaying a news flash from Tianhe South Fortress with a headline in large red letters:

[Song Chen, the top scholar of Nanjiang Province, single-handedly killed 25 Tier 3 alien beasts and 100 Tier 2 alien beasts, guarding the third and seventh firing points of the Tianhe South Fortress.]

Below is a blurry photo, which is the profile of the young man in the live stream just now.

Although blurry, the outline is still clearly visible, with sword-like eyebrows reaching the temples and sharp eyes.

The stadium erupted in chaos.

"Song Chen? That's the top scorer from that small town?"

"Tier-3 beasts? One person killed more than twenty of them? That's unbelievable!"

"It's been reported in the news, how could it be false?"

"Holy crap... a Tier 3 beast..."

……

The discussions grew louder and more frequent.

Wei Hong stood in the crowd, his expression frozen.

He just said that a third-tier beast is a matter of one strike, and now he sees a peer who is actually taking down a beast with one strike on the battlefield.

His face turned pale and then flushed, his lips moved, but he ultimately said nothing.

The freshmen next to him who had been echoing him just moments before all fell silent, their eyes darting back and forth between the large screen and the terminal, their expressions complex.

Sun Ming pushed up his glasses, stared at the blurry photo on the terminal, and muttered, "He's definitely not simple."

Qingxiao stood there, staring at the blurry profile picture on the terminal screen, her heart beating faster than usual.

It's not because of his good looks, although he is indeed good-looking.

It was because of that person's eyes; even in a blurry photo, you could see something in those eyes.

It wasn't the passion and impulsiveness of youth, but a kind of tranquility she had only seen in those who had truly experienced life and death.

That calmness is more powerful than any grand words.

The round-faced girl with a ponytail next to her leaned over and whispered, "Sister Wan, didn't you say that people from small towns aren't necessarily good...? This person..."

Qingxiao glanced at her and said calmly, "What I meant was, you'll know when you get to school."

She paused for a moment, then looked back at the big screen.

"Now I understand."

The round-faced girl stuck out her tongue cutely.

Inside the stadium, the discussion about Song Chen continued.

Some were shocked, some were skeptical, some admired, and some were jealous.

Regardless of their attitudes, everyone's attention was drawn to the live stream of Tianhe South Fortress, where the young man was still fighting.

His figure darted across the wall, and the arcs of electricity on his Thunderclap Blade drew blue and white trails across the battlefield.

At the end of each trajectory, a strange beast falls.

Third stage, initial level, one strike.

Second tier, one strike kills multiple targets.

His swordsmanship was clean and efficient, with no unnecessary movements; every strike was fatal.

That kind of swordsmanship cannot be learned in a training ground; it is honed through countless life-or-death battles, earned with blood and lives.

Inside the gymnasium, a freshman stared at the screen and whispered, "Is he really a student?"

No one answered him.

Because everyone has seen the answer.

The young man who killed a third-tier alien beast on the wall as easily as cutting vegetables was a student.

Freshmen at Tianhai University.

Just like them.

But it's different.

When the beast tide arrived, he did not choose to hide in the city.

They are fighting, constantly fighting!

Qingxiao stared at the silver-gray blade flash on the screen and whispered a sentence, her voice so low that only she could hear it: "Song Chen..."

Inside the stadium, the battle on the big screen continued. In the live stream of Tianhe South Fortress, the silver-gray figure never stopped.

Thousands of freshmen looked up at the screen, silent and watching.

Many of them had never seriously considered the meaning of the words "war" and "protection" before today.

But from today onward, they will remember.

Remember that person named Song Chen, a student just like them, who has already begun to protect.