At the most critical moment, Shao Han's companions—second-year Trainees Zhan Yunlei (Combat Level 15) and Sun Hao (Combat Level 17)—stepped in and saved him from the crisis.
Shao Han forcefully froze the Spirit Corpse in front of him into an ice sculpture before shattering it with a single punch.
He gritted his teeth, still shaken by the danger, and glanced at Zhao Mu in the distance.
When Zhao Mu killed those Spirit Corpses, he didn't hesitate in the slightest.
One strike broke through their Protective Spiritual Power, and the next shattered their physical bodies completely.
Why was it so easy for him, while it was so difficult for himself?
Shao Han couldn't understand.
Of course, he couldn't.
After four months of continuously using [Demon Clown], Zhao Mu's physical strength had reached a terrifying level.
[Innate Divine Strength] Proficiency: 532 points!
A score of 100 represented the physical limit of a human with his physique.
Beyond that point, every additional point was no longer a simple increase. The farther one progressed, the more difficult it became to increase proficiency, but the benefits gained from each additional point became even more terrifying.
At this point, the explosive power Zhao Mu could unleash with his bare hands had already exceeded 2,000 jin!
Even if he fought purely with his physical strength and didn't use Spiritual Power, he would still be capable of defeating a Combat Level 9 Spiritual Power User.
With such tremendous physical strength, combined with his ultimate-grade exclusive Ember Remains and Battle Rank 10 Spiritual Power, it was only natural that he could slaughter these Spirit Corpses as easily as chopping vegetables.
Mo Guanguan and Zhao Mu had unintentionally given everyone the impression that these Spirit Corpses were easy to deal with.
They quickly learned otherwise.
Liang Zhichu's heart trembled continuously.
He had originally thought he was bringing a few Senior Brothers, Senior Sisters, Junior Brothers, and Junior Sisters here for training.
He hadn't expected there to be two monsters among them whose strength surpassed everyone else present!
Liang Zhichu took a deep breath.
"As expected of the person who solo-killed Ge Tianxing! I finally believe that rumor."
"This year's New Recruit Camp has actually produced two monsters!"
However, before he could say anything more, his words were cut short.
He had noticed that shortly after Zhao Mu and Mo Guanguan entered the battle, the gloomy and taciturn young man beside them, who had kept his head lowered without saying a word, silently pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them on.
Then, he twisted the ring on his finger.
A black long saber suddenly appeared in his hand.
Lu Yan was rather poor and didn't possess much equipment.
Therefore, Zhao Mu had specially forged this exclusive weapon for him.
Although it wasn't an ultimate-grade Ember Remains, it was still High Grade.
The black saber was called Yama.
The moment Lu Yan gripped the saber, his entire aura changed.
The previous timid and withdrawn demeanor completely disappeared.
A black flame rose from his body, eventually transforming into a void-like black-flame saber before merging with the Yama in his hand.
Lu Yan was an A-Rank Talent Holder with the ability [Dark Killing Blazing Flames].
He followed Zhao Mu into the battlefield, swinging his long saber as dark, ink-like Nether Flames swept through the air.
Whenever the Nether Flames passed over the bodies of the Spirit Corpses, the black Spiritual Power surrounding them instantly melted like snow beneath the blazing sun.
[Dark Killing Blazing Flames] was a flame capable of devouring spiritual energy.
As an A-Rank Talent Holder, Lu Yan's ability was in no way inferior to Mo Guanguan's.
When dealing with the Spirit Corpses, he and Zhao Mu formed a terrifying combination.
One relied on powerful techniques and overwhelming physical strength, while the other relied on exquisite swordsmanship and the suppression provided by the Nether Flames.
Together, they quickly slaughtered a large number of Spirit Corpses.
Liang Zhichu fought while watching the situation unfold around him.
He couldn't help but stare in disbelief.
"There are actually... three monster newcomers!"
His words had barely left his mouth when he was once again rendered speechless by what he saw.
A heroic young man holding a cyan spear suddenly charged into the battlefield like a dragon or serpent.
The long spear moved with tremendous momentum in his hands.
It was an ancient second-grade Remains Construct—the Dragon Gall Long Spear, which couldn't even transform into a ring.
He also possessed a family-inherited Spear Battle Tactic known as [Six Harmonies Destruction Spear].
Although Zhuo Yun's talent assessment was only C-Rank, he had never cared about it.
His C-Rank talent only referred to his Wind-attribute Spiritual Ability.
It had nothing to do with his spear skills.
He had started practicing with a wooden stick when he was only three years old.
For fifteen years, he hadn't stopped training for even a single day.
His spear skills had long since reached a state of perfection.
Although his attacks weren't as spectacular as those of Zhao Mu and the others, every one of his spear strikes was clean, precise, and deadly.
Almost every thrust took down an enemy.
Within Zhao Mu's five-person team, even the chubby young man who looked the most inconspicuous was surprisingly well-equipped.
He held a Rank 2 Ember Remains Guardian Shield in one hand and a Rank 2 Ember Remains Bobo Gun in the other.
He casually loaded Psionic Bullets that cost ten thousand Xuanfeng Coins each as though they were worthless.
"Pop! Pop! Pop!"
Each shot accurately sniped a Spirit Corpse.
Liang Zhichu and the members of Shao Han's team fell silent.
How were they supposed to compete with this group of monsters?
Were they supposed to compete in talent?
Or in wealth?
The five members of Zhao Mu's team had already become the main force on the battlefield.
As Spirit Corpses continued crawling out of the Corpse Burial Pit one after another, the five fought with remarkable ease.
Most of the Spirit Corpses weren't particularly strong.
They were simply ordinary corpses that had been infected by the Corpse Mother's bacteria and subsequently transformed into zombies.
They were therefore relatively easy to deal with.
However, corpses that had possessed powerful Spiritual Abilities during their lifetimes were much more difficult to handle after awakening.
Shao Han's attempt to imitate Zhao Mu had failed miserably.
He could only return to his team, honestly huddle together with his teammates, and fight back-to-back.
Zhao Mu charged directly into the swarm of Spirit Corpses.
His massive halberd swept through the battlefield with unstoppable force.
His weapon was fierce, but his strength was even more terrifying.
Any Spirit Corpse that so much as grazed the halberd had its body blown apart.
The ultimate-grade Ember Remains forged from Wind Hou bone remains possessed two special abilities:
[Booming] and [Divine Cut].
Its armor-piercing attacks and Wind-attribute area-of-effect abilities were perfectly suited for large-scale battles.
Zhao Mu seemed to possess endless stamina.
He deliberately charged into the densest parts of the corpse swarm, slaughtering everything in his path.
After fighting for some time, Wang Shou suddenly covered his mouth and began coughing violently.
His face was pale.
He had severe hidden injuries, and years of drinking alcohol had also left him suffering from chronic lung disease.
After fighting for only a short time, his body was already struggling to keep up.
He looked at Zhao Mu and the others, who were fighting with high spirits on the battlefield.
His murky eyes were filled with memories of the past.
Even so, he still shouted,
"There are too many corpses here! You won't be able to kill them all!"
"What about the Corpse Mother?"
Zhao Mu turned his head and stared at Wang Shou.
His eyes emitted a piercing light in the darkness, as though he wanted to see straight through Wang Shou's heart.
"You know this place is strange."
"So I'm asking you—where is the Corpse Mother?"
"If we can't deal with it, these Spirit Corpses could easily overrun Qingshan Village!"
Wang Shou coughed before answering,
"How would I know?"
"I also think this place is strange. That's why I didn't dare leave the village."
Zhao Mu couldn't tell whether Wang Shou was telling the truth.
But right now, there was only one way for them to leave.
They had to break through the endless tide of Spirit Corpses.
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