62: Chapter 62 Let's launch a full-scale attack!

Gu Han could not see the other party's true appearance, only a blurry phantom.

The other party seemed to be sizing him up as well.

"Everything is difficult at the beginning. To be safe, let's just send the whole army," Gu Han thought, and the Divine Kingdom passage opened.

After all, losing one match meant elimination, so there was no need to hide anything; he had to bring out all his assets right from the start.

[Green Stepmother] on the other side did not hesitate either, with light flashing repeatedly.

Rows of Elf Warriors wearing exquisite light armor stepped out with elegant strides.

There were a total of one thousand Tier 2 Elf Archers and three hundred Tier 3 Elf Sword-Shields. Their formation was strict, radiating impressive transcendental fluctuations.

This lineup would be considered a championship favorite even in the student group of city-level professional competitions.

Gu Han just silently raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The next second, the space behind him rippled violently.

Click, click, click...

The teeth-grating sound of arthropods rubbing together surged out like a tsunami.

Dense swarms of Black-Armored Ant-men took to the sky, like dark clouds, instantly obscuring the light of the firmament.

On the ground, like a black ocean of metal, the Shield-Armored Ant-Men lined up neatly. Their heavy shields slammed into the ground, emitting a deafening roar, and the front row stood like a city wall.

Following closely behind were the iridescently black Ant-fist Shrimp-men, who held various heavy weapons, forming a massive, swarming crowd.

The sky and the ground were completely filled with Ant-men. Excluding the unseen Hidden-Armor Ant-Man, there was an estimated army of one hundred thousand, packing Gu Han's half of the battlefield so tightly that not even water could pass through.

The originally high morale of the Elf Warriors on [Green Stepmother]'s side instantly froze. Many Elves' hands holding bows were trembling; facing a sea of monsters, it was inevitable that they would feel fear.

Although this group of monsters did not exude transcendental auras, the ostentatious shield-armor design of the Shield-Armored Ant-Men and the Black-Armored Ant-men hovering in the sky were enough to be suffocating.

[Green Stepmother] was so scared that they let out an exclamation; the voice was distorted by a voice changer, revealing a hint of despair. "Old Granny... this is too terrifying. How is this even fightable?"

Gu Han was just about to issue an attack command.

The system prompt suddenly sounded: [Green Stepmother] has chosen to surrender, [Riding Grandma Across the Road] wins. Current win streak: 1.

This person didn't even have the courage to probe and just ran away.

Gu Han shrugged and continued to start matchmaking.

That made sense; the biggest taboo in a win-streak tournament format was excessive attrition. Even if the opponent thought they could win, facing an enemy of Gu Han's scale, after the fight, the one thousand three hundred Elves would likely have few left, making the next match impossible to play.

Exiting the battlefield, in less than a minute, the system successfully matched again.

[Riding Grandma Across the Road] VS [Sword Pointing at the Stars].

The opponent summoned five hundred Tier 3 Sapiens, all Sword Cultivators.

Tier 3! And they were Sword Cultivators!

Gu Han's first reaction was: I must obtain this batch of germplasm. The Ant-man Race will then possess Sword Cultivator talent, and perhaps they will even have Spiritual Roots!

His eyes turned red with greed, and as usual, he dispatched one hundred thousand Ant-men, even issuing an order to capture some alive at all costs.

After seeing Gu Han's Ant-men army appear.

[Sword Pointing at the Stars] was silent for five seconds, then decisively clicked surrender.

"Is that it? And you call yourself a Sword Cultivator? You don't even have the courage to fight!" Gu Han felt greatly disappointed.

In the third round, he was matched with [The Clan Leader Is Calling You to Eat].

[The Clan Leader Is Calling You to Eat] directly summoned twenty thousand Tier 2 Goblins.

Goblins were also a race with fast Reproduction, and quantity was their greatest advantage. Before meeting Gu Han, the opponent had also scared several people into clicking surrender with their large army numbers.

Winning without a fight greatly increased his confidence, and he even shouted across the air at the start: "My Goblin army is omnivorous regarding gender! If Your Excellency doesn't want to..."

The words stopped abruptly as Gu Han's one hundred thousand Ant-men army appeared.

The opponent left behind the words: "Are you sick? What kind of brain-dead matchmaking mechanism is this? The system is targeting me, right!"

They decisively chose to quit the competition.

It left him full of question marks; what was wrong with this person?

Gu Han was bored in his Divine Kingdom; he had won three consecutive matches without losing a single soldier.

The advantage of having a quantity of one hundred thousand was infinitely amplified here. Most of the Divine Lords who could come to participate in this black-market match had strength; no one would think that these monsters—which didn't even have transcendental auras—were weak, and no one was willing to use their own Divine Kingdom's foundation to fight to the death against a sea of insects.

The countdown returned to zero again.

The fourth match was successfully matched.

[Riding Grandma Across the Road] VS [Tyrannosaurus Warrior].

The environment changed; this time it was a swamp.

The opponent's phantom flickered, accompanied by bursts of roars.

Two thousand Tier 2 Lizardmen covered in dark green scales waded through the mud, and standing behind them were five thousand massive Tier 3 Lizardmen holding heavy bone clubs.

Looking at this posture, it seemed the opponent had brought a terrain resource card into battle; this lineup was stronger than the previous three.

[Tyrannosaurus Warrior] had a shrill male voice: "Old Granny? Bugs that haven't even reached the transcendental level are useless, no matter how many there are."

He clearly felt that he had enough transcendental creatures and that no matter how many Ant-men Gu Han had, they were just fodder. Not to mention that twenty thousand plus transcendentals fighting one hundred thousand ordinary insectoids meant the advantage was his.

The Lizardmen's scales had extremely high defensive power, and ordinary blades could not cut through them at all; these insectoids might not necessarily be able to break their defense.

"All forces, charge!" the opponent roared wildly.

The Lizardman army waved their weapons, trampling through the mud, rushing toward the Ant-men's position like a green mudslide.

Gu Han's spirits lifted; finally, there was someone who dared to fight.

"Battle-Marked Shield Ant-men, intercept. War-Marked Ant-Fist Shrimp-Men, prioritize hunting the Tier 3 transcendentals. Everyone else, block the Tier 2 transcendentals," Gu Han issued the command.

The swamp was not deep, but it made it difficult for the Ant-men to move as freely as the opponent. The front row of Battle-Marked Shield Ant-men slammed their shield arms into the marshland, and the dark golden battle marks instantly connected into a single piece.

The Tier 3 Lizardmen bared their fangs and brandished their claws, slamming their bone clubs hard against the shield armor.

A dull collision sound rang throughout the swamp.

[Tyrannosaurus Warrior] had originally thought that this wave of Tier 3 charges would be enough to tear open the opponent's formation.

But the next second, he was stunned.

Those Shield-Armored Ant-Men not only did not retreat half a step, but they also forcibly withstood the heavy blows of the Tier 3 Lizardmen.

The bone clubs hit the shield armor, leaving only a shallow smudge, and the huge impact force seemed to be directly dissipated by the patterns on it.

"This is impossible! How can the Tier 3 Lizardmen's strength not break through?"

Before he could react.

From the gaps between the Shield-Armored Ant-Men, streaks of lightning-fast black shadows suddenly darted out.

These were several War-Marked Ant-Fist Shrimp-Men. Their one-meter-six height made them look like a group of children swarming over in comparison; they were only higher than the knees, and the Tier 3 Lizardmen's eyes were full of disdain.

A few explosive sounds were heard.

A Tier 3 Lizardman's knee bent backward directly; its legs were hammered into a bloody mess, and its body lost support, unable to stand steady, and it collapsed with a crash.

Its eyes bulged, its prideful scales shattered like brittle shells, and black blood mixed with bone fragments gushed out.

"What the hell is this?!" [Tyrannosaurus Warrior] was shocked and lost his color.

The attack frequency of the Ant-fist Shrimp-men was outrageously high; their hammers were simply like pile drivers.

A dense flurry of chaotic hammering.

Supersonic heavy punches bombarded the Tier 3 Lizardman one after another; the scene could be described as flesh and blood flying everywhere, and finally, under the continuous heavy strikes, it exploded into clouds of blood mist, unrecognizable.

Piercing screams rose and fell; in a moment, more than half of the Tier 3 Lizardmen were dead or injured, and the Tier 2 main force was completely restrained, unable to provide timely support.

[Tyrannosaurus Warrior] hurriedly activated the skill [Weakening Swamp], and the entire battlefield emitted a black gas; all the Ant-men in the swamp immediately felt their status halved.

The battlefield situation instantly reversed. The Lizardmen seemed completely unaffected, and many Ant-fist Shrimp-men were swung away by the Tier 3 Lizardmen with large bone clubs. Fortunately, the Shield-Armored Ant-Men provided timely support, but the Ant-men army still began to suffer small-scale casualties.