395: Chapter 395 Allocation!!

Now, he had even taken a step ahead of him, stepping into the Middle Three Grades realm that countless martial artists dreamed of—the Fourth Grade True Qi Realm!

In just a few short months, this gap seemed to have widened to a heart-palpitating degree.

"No!" Lu Qingfeng suddenly clenched his fists. "Lu Qingfeng, you can't be decadent! He's only temporarily in the lead; you have your own opportunities and potential!"

So what if he's Fourth Grade? With hard cultivation, it's not impossible to catch up!"

He took a deep breath, suppressing his dejected emotions. When he looked at Qin Yan again, his gaze had become firm once more, even igniting an even more vigorous fighting spirit.

He viewed Qin Yan as a target that must be surpassed, a driving force to constantly spur himself forward.

Qin Yan saw the changes in Lu Qingfeng's emotions and nodded slightly in his heart.

On the path of martial arts, talent and opportunity are certainly important, but a heart that never yields and dares to strive for the lead is equally indispensable.

If Lu Qingfeng could maintain this spirit, his future achievements might not necessarily be low.

The two did not speak further, and the team moved forward in silence.

They had entered the city through the South Gate, and now they were leaving through the North Gate.

Passing through the heavy city gates, the scene before them was different from inside the city.

Outside the city gate was not a barren beach, but a vast, planned, and organized area.

More and denser tents and simple fortifications were set up here.

A large number of soldiers wearing uniform cyan armor were stationed here.

They patrolled in squads, their steps uniform and rhythmic, their armor clanging as they moved.

The atmosphere of killing and tension permeating the air was several times thicker than inside the city.

The non-commissioned officer leading Qin Yan and the others turned a blind eye to this, his pace never stopping as he walked straight through the camp of cyan-armored soldiers toward the outer areas.

The further out they went, the higher the frequency of patrol teams and the tighter the checkpoints became.

At the same time, sounds from further away became clearer—the crisp clashing of weapons, the booming of True Qi explosions, and a chaotic yet bloody roar and shout.

A faint scent of blood began to mix into the air.

"This place still belongs to the inner defense zone and the reserve stationing area."

The previously silent officer suddenly spoke up. "The real combat zone is at the coastline ahead and the offshore waters."

"Our Fiftieth Battalion, 5th Grand Squad's mission area is adjacent to the shallow waters."

"The primary responsibility is to clear out those scattered foreign sea race soldiers who attempt to bypass the main defensive line and infiltrate the land, as well as to maintain vigilance and defend against small-scale sneak attacks."

"Compared to the main battlefield, the pressure is a bit smaller, but you still cannot lower your guard."

After saying these few sentences, he closed his mouth again, returning to his habitual silence.

The group continued forward, and after passing through the final defensive line guarded by elite soldiers, the view suddenly opened up.

A deafening roar, like continuous thunder, instantly filled everyone's eardrums!

They had finally arrived at the coastal front line.

The first thing that caught their eyes was the vast, boundless, and surging deep blue sea.

The sea was not calm; giant waves rolled and white foam flew.

In the offshore area, a shocking tableau of steel and energy storms was unfolding before everyone's eyes.

Several giant warships, as massive as small mountains, were anchored like steel islands on the sea several miles from the coast.

These warships were entirely covered in thick, dark gray armor, their hulls possessing hard and ferocious lines.

They were riddled with various firing ports.

Most eye-catching were the thick turrets flickering with faint blue runes at the bow and broadsides.

At this moment, several of those turrets were operating.

The heaven and earth spiritual energy, visible to the naked eye, was being frantically absorbed and compressed by the complex arrays at the base of the turrets.

Heart-palpitating deep blue energy spheres condensed at the muzzles, the light growing brighter and brighter, like miniature suns.

BOOM—!!!

RUMBLE—!!!

Accompanied by earth-shattering roars, pillars of deep blue energy over half a meter in diameter tore through the air.

They shot out at terrifying speeds, slicing through the sky and slamming violently into a certain spot in the distant sea.

Violent explosions sent massive water columns tens of meters high rising from the sea surface.

The targets of the bombardment were intermittent—sometimes giant black shadows surfacing, sometimes groups of strange creatures leaping up.

More often, they fired at the empty sea surface, triggering violent underwater energy eruptions, clearly conducting area-of-effect strikes or anti-submarine attacks.

In the shallow waters and beach areas between the warships and the coast, the scene was even more chaotic and intense.

Many small combat boats could be seen weaving through the waves, engaging in close-quarters combat with various forms of sea creatures.

On the beach, human martial artists and sea race soldiers were locked in slaughter; blades flashed, True Qi crisscrossed, and roars and screams were heard incessantly.

The seawater was frequently stained red in patches, only to be diluted by new waves.

The scent of blood, violence, and death, mixed with the saltiness of the sea and the burnt smell of energy discharge, rushed toward them.

The officer leading them stopped and turned to face this group of young martial artists witnessing such a scene for the first time, his dark face still expressionless.

He simply raised his hand and pointed toward a relatively level beachhead position ahead.

"There is where you will be fighting and guarding for the coming period."

"The front line has been tight recently, and the pressure on all defensive lines is high; there is no adaptation period."

"This means you will start performing duties and familiarizing yourselves with the battlefield starting today. The best way is through personal participation."

With that, his calloused finger precisely bypassed several slightly calmer areas on the beach.

He pointed from afar toward a location closer to the shoreline where the waves washed up.

There, the sound of the waves was more clamorous, and the scent of blood in the air was even heavier.

"Qin Yan, Xiao Wangshu."

The officer's gaze first fell on the two of them, clearly having long since understood who the strongest in the team were.

"You two have the strongest cultivation; go support that squad over there."

Hearing this, Qin Yan and Xiao Wangshu looked over simultaneously.

They saw an area about a hundred meters away where reefs and sand mixed.

Over a dozen soldiers in cyan light armor, wielding blades and spears, were surrounding six or seven figures amidst shouts.

Those surrounded were none other than a common race among the sea race—the Merman Race!

Those Merman Warriors were slightly shorter than average humans but more stoutly built.

Their skin was covered in fine gray-green or dark-blue scales, reflecting a wet sheen under the dim sky.

Their heads resembled fish, with protruding snouts and gills that slightly opened and closed, revealing sharp fine teeth inside.

They held crude but sharp bone Sea Halberds, hissing and struggling as they tried to break through the human encirclement.

Judging by their aura, the strength of these Merman Warriors was generally not high.

Most were equivalent to the Third Grade level of human martial artists, and their auras were chaotic, clearly at the end of their tether.