118: Chapter 118 Top Prodigy, Locking in 100,000

Three days later, the exclusive teleportation hall of Xinghe University opened.

The heavy palace doors parted to both sides, and spatial Formation patterns spread along the floor. Dozens of teleportation platforms lit up, and the list of this year's Grade A Sequence students floated on the central light screen.

Wang Pingan walked into the hall; over ninety Grade A Sequence freshmen had already arrived.

The figures of Lu Ming and his group did not appear. Everyone standing here possessed the cultivation of a First-Order Deity or possessed a massive foundation close to the First-Order.

No one in the hall was making noise; many people stood in front of their respective teams, checking pre-battle supplies and the state of their Divine Kingdoms.

Some had giant projections of their Divine Kingdoms floating behind them, where Laws intertwined between mountains and rivers, and the edges of the projections exuded pressure.

Beside some stood dozens of Golden Core Cultivators, their golden elixir light connecting into one, causing slight ripples in the space of the teleportation hall.

Others brought complete sets of legion Formation Plates, their team numbers small but their positioning strict and orderly.

Wang Pingan was not in a hurry to check the light screen, his gaze sweeping over the distribution of personnel in the hall.

Those who could enter the forefront of the Grade A Sequence all had their own trump cards.

The top fifteen on the list stood in the innermost area, Jiang Daoling and Qin Zhaoye among them.

Jiang Daoling wore cyan battle armor, the fluctuations of Laws around him condensing into a belt, with two Golden Core Cultivators and four Martial Ancestors standing behind him.

Beside Qin Zhaoye was only a team of one hundred people, the aura on every member having reached the Golden Core and Martial Ancestor level.

The two teams did not exchange much, and after confirming their targets, they each took out their team-up jade tablets.

The light screen above the hall changed accordingly, and the coordinates of dozens of Divine Kingdom fragments appeared.

The smallest coordinates were thirty thousand square kilometers, while the largest ones exceeded three hundred thousand square kilometers, with the edges of the fragments marked with residual Laws, the number of alien races, and the highest combat power.

For the three-hundred-thousand-square-kilometer fragments, the interior was marked with seventeen Golden Core-level tribes, six Martial Ancestor-level tribes, and two areas suspected of harboring Half-Step Nascent Soul and Martial Saint entities.

In such a battlefield, it was very difficult for a single person to hold the supply line upon entering.

Jiang Daoling, Qin Zhaoye, and the others did not hesitate, directly choosing to pair up and jointly lock in the giant three-hundred-thousand-square-kilometer fragment.

"Jiang Daoling, you choose that one on the east side." Qin Zhaoye stood before the light screen, raising a hand to swipe through the coordinate list.

"The Spiritual Vein preserved in the eastern fragment is intact, and the alien races are mainly gathered in the south, which is suitable for the legion to advance."

Jiang Daoling's gaze swept over the coordinate description: "Fine, the south belongs to you, the north belongs to me, and the core Origin will be split equally at the end."

"Deal."

Both of them pressed their team-up jade tablets simultaneously, and confirmation information appeared on the light screen.

Several other top Prodigies also completed their team-ups, and most of the three-hundred-thousand-square-kilometer fragments were soon locked in.

The area of the remaining coordinates decreased, but the danger level did not drop significantly.

A Prodigy from the Central Star Domain looked at Wang Pingan, their gaze lingering on his Grade A Sequence badge for a moment.

"Wang Pingan, which one are you planning to choose?"

Wang Pingan did not shift his gaze, continuing to check the battlefield information on the light screen.

He first ruled out the giant three-hundred-thousand-square-kilometer fragments.

The returns from these fragments were very high; the earth veins, mineral veins, and relics left behind by Third-Order Divine Kingdoms were enough to allow a First-Order Deity to grow rapidly, and the number of alien races inside was equally massive.

The twenty thousand main battle troops possessed core combat power at the Half-Step Golden Core and Half-Step Martial Ancestor level, but they lacked true Golden Core and Martial Ancestor entities.

The legion could rely on Formations, equipment, and numbers to fight above their Rank, but once the battlefield area expanded, the number of enemies, supply distances, and raid routes would all increase together.

Once pinned down simultaneously by multiple Golden Core and Martial Ancestor-level tribes, it would be difficult for the legion to end the battle quickly.

Wang Pingan shifted his gaze downward.

There were seven fragments of one hundred thousand square kilometers, three of which had severely damaged residual Spiritual Veins, with fragmented internal terrain suitable for small team raids but not for large army advances.

Two contained large-scale sea races, and with the battlefield affected by water, the advantages of the second generation nether-bone xuan armor would be weakened.

Another was occupied by the Machine Race, and the core area had three remaining Third-Order war fortresses, with risks higher than the marked Rank.

The last coordinate showed that the alien race was the Asura Race, the fragment area was one hundred thousand square kilometers, and the terrain consisted of barren mountains, blood rivers, and crimson plains.

The Asura Race numbered over ten million, their highest combat power reached the Golden Core and Martial Ancestor level, and the tribe possessed a complete military Formation Legacy.

The battlefield rating was High Risk, and it was recommended that at least two First-Order Deities team up.

Wang Pingan stopped before this coordinate and pulled up the detailed records.

The Asura Race excelled at close combat, had powerful Physical Bodies, strict legion discipline, and could strengthen battle arrays through Bloodline secret techniques.

Their Divine Kingdom's residual Laws favored slaughter and the Physical Body, the Spiritual Veins and mineral veins were well-preserved, and there were three undamaged Asura Blood Pools in the core area.

This type of battlefield was fraught with danger for ordinary First-Order Deities.

The Asura Race would not give invaders too much preparation time; once they discovered an external Divine Kingdom passage, they would mobilize the tribe to besiege the entrance.

For Wang Pingan, the Asura Race's fighting style was actually suitable for the Immortal Martial Legion.

The second generation nether-bone xuan armor could block Divine Soul impacts, the composite Immovable Wisdom King Army Formation could withstand frontal charges, and the high-order Blood Energy Pool had already allowed the twenty thousand main battle troops to complete preparations for long-term combat.

More importantly, the area of one hundred thousand square kilometers was enough to double the Divine Kingdom's foundation without exceeding the legion's load-bearing range.

Wang Pingan confirmed the coordinate description again, his Divine Thought sweeping over the Asura Race's battlefield records.

No student from the past three sessions had taken on this fragment alone.

The previous team consisted of two First-Order Deities; after entering the battlefield, they encountered a three-pronged siege by the Asura Race, lost over half their team, and eventually withdrew voluntarily.

The two students saved their lives, but the mission rating was only C-Rank.

In the records provided by the school, the danger of the Asura Race fragment did not lie in the highest combat power, but in their ability to assemble quickly and continuously replenish troops by relying on Blood Pools and battle arrays.

Wang Pingan closed the records, already having a judgment in his heart.

The twenty thousand main battle troops had to face ten million Asura, and the numerical gap was still very large.

He possessed the authority of the Master of Time, a hundred years had already passed within the Divine Kingdom, and both the Hundred Arts Hall and the legions had completed pre-battle preparations.

As long as he could stand firm at the entrance, he could rely on the Divine Kingdom's supplies to continue advancing subsequently.

The three-hundred-thousand-square-kilometer fragment required crossing two combat power levels, whereas the one-hundred-thousand-square-kilometer Asura Race fragment could allow the legion to exert its full combat power within a controllable range.

Wang Pingan reached out and pressed toward the Asura Race coordinate on the light screen.

Several freshmen nearby turned their heads in unison.

Jiang Daoling also stopped talking, his gaze turning toward Wang Pingan.

The light screen shimmered with golden patterns, and the coordinate information automatically expanded.

[Target confirmed, Asura Race Divine Kingdom fragment, area one hundred thousand square kilometers, single-person acceptance.]

Lowered discussions sounded within the hall.

"He chose one hundred thousand square kilometers?"

"The battle arrays of the Asura Race fragment are very hard to dismantle; accepting it alone means bearing all the pressure."

"The area is indeed suitable; there are intact Blood Pools inside, and the Asura Race's combat power will constantly recover."

Wang Pingan ignored the words of others, continuing to complete the permission confirmation.

The deacon walked down from the high platform, checked the Grade A Sequence badge, and pulled up the mission contract.

"Wang Pingan, confirm entering the Asura Race fragment alone; during the mission, you may not request support from other students, and battlefield gains belong to the individual according to the rules. Do you confirm?"

Wang Pingan nodded: "Confirmed."

"After confirmation of entry, the passage will open within three breaths, the Divine Kingdom coordinates will connect with the fragment's edge, and the mission records will be simultaneously uploaded to the Xinghe University main brain."

"Open it."

The deacon reminded in a deep voice: "The Asura Race excels at large-scale army sieges; after accepting it alone, the school will not bear extra combat losses for you."

Wang Pingan put away his Grade A badge: "I know."

In the distance, Jiang Daoling turned his face to the side, re-evaluating this freshman from Tianhai Star.

He originally thought Wang Pingan would choose a safe coordinate of fifty thousand square kilometers, relying on time acceleration to advance steadily.

The one-hundred-thousand-square-kilometer Asura Race fragment that Wang Pingan finally locked in kept returns and danger on the same line; he neither chased the high Origin of the three-hundred-thousand-square-kilometer ones nor retreated to a low-difficulty battlefield.

This choice made Jiang Daoling add a layer of scrutiny.