57: Is he an instructor?

Inside the hovercar, Wan Feipeng was silent for a long time.

He originally thought he was already very arrogant, but he didn't expect this kid in front of him to be even more so!

Indeed, a unique land nurtures unique people; Lin Yuan City should produce people like us!

Wan Feipeng thought with satisfaction.

...

This hovercar, exclusive to the City Lord, was not only luxurious but also faster than others.

Soon, it sped all the way from Lin Yuan City in East China, arriving at the territory of the Central China region!

Upon entering Central China, there were significantly more hovercars than in East China, and many were heading to the same destination as them:

Longdu, one of the central cities of the Central China region!

Before long, they arrived at a mountain range in the suburbs of Longdu. After passing through a magic barrier, they reached their destination.

It was similar to the entrance of an ultra-large-scale team dungeon.

This Special Training Camp's battle royale was also an ultra-large-scale team dungeon, except it was PvP.

Hundreds of hovercars were parked around, and the presence of countless high-level professionals was clearly felt!

In addition, there were even more students of Ye Ze's age.

Many had already begun pre-battle sparring.

Wan Feipeng brought Ye Ze to the Instructors' gathering point and then went to a monitoring department.

Ye Ze got out of the car and scanned everyone.

All the students here were actually above Level 11!

Their equipment and skills were even more luxurious... Clearly, they were all geniuses cultivated by various major families, here to participate in the Special Training Camp.

Ye Ze silently counted their professions...

"Hmm, Warriors, Assassins, Archers, Mages, Swordsmen, all present!"

"What a wonderful place."

Then suddenly.

A 'thump' sound came from nearby, a tremor caused by a powerful impact.

Ye Ze looked over.

It was a muscular youth with flames swirling around him and explosive crimson hair, colliding with another boy in green armor with an unperturbed expression.

"A bit of skill..." Ye Ze watched with interest.

A young man with an excited expression walked over from beside him, looking one or two years older than Ye Ze.

"Are you also an Instructor this time?"

Ye Ze turned around to see a boy in a Demon Suppression Army uniform, Level 23, a second-tier Fighter profession.

He nodded and replied, "Yes."

"My name is Hu Ming, just like you."

After receiving Ye Ze's affirmative answer, Hu Ming stood with Ye Ze, watching the sparring freshmen.

Soon, the crimson-haired muscular youth achieved an overwhelming victory.

As Hu Ming watched, he couldn't help but exclaim:

"These freshmen are truly fiercer than the last!"

"Do you know this Zhu Xiao? It's said he's unrivaled in the West China region and is already Level 14!"

Hu Ming was referring to the red-haired youth who had just won.

Hearing him chat away, Ye Ze casually asked:

"Why is his leveling so fast?"

"He's constantly grinding dungeons! Dungeons that cost two to three million for a ticket, his family pays for it, he's probably cleared them dozens of times!"

"Mainly, Zhu Xiao's strength is formidable. He's said to be West China's ace this year, ready to surpass Central China!"

Hu Ming was very talkative, lowering his voice in a secret-sharing tone:

"You probably don't know this, do you? His family is a martial artist family, famous in West China!"

Indeed, most of the participants in this Special Training Camp came from powerful families.

Or rather, professionals cultivated by large families found it easier to surpass ordinary people and become talents capable of entering the Special Training Camp.

Ye Ze nodded silently.

Inwardly, he felt helpless... Why hasn't the battle royale started yet?

Hu Ming continued, "Actually, the one defeated by Zhu Xiao isn't weak either."

"Wan Sen from the Central China region, Level 13, a rare profession: Nature Druid!"

"And that one! The strongest newcomer in the South China region, named Fu Wanjun..."

...

Just as he was speaking, Fu Wanjun, who had just arrived from the Pollution Land yesterday, approached the two sparring individuals.

Zhu Xiao, with his crimson hair and bulging muscles straining his top, was brimming with fighting spirit:

"Hey! Fu Wanjun, let's compare!"

"Let me see what strength you South China has this year?"

Zhu Xiao and Fu Wanjun were almost universally recognized as the strongest in the South China and West China regions respectively.

But Fu Wanjun merely cast a cold glance and snorted:

"Who would compare with a brute like you?"

"When we reach the Ancient Battlefield, you won't even know how you died!"

His profession, Lightning Blade, leaned more towards an Assassin, while Zhu Xiao's profession was a pure strength-type Warrior.

Although rejected, Zhu Xiao became even more excited:

"Good! I'll wait for you to kill me!"

Fu Wanjun paid no attention to this, simply waiting for the battle royale to begin.

At this moment, Song Qiaoqiao, who had also come to the Special Training Camp, suddenly exclaimed and sharply tugged Fu Wanjun's arm.

She saw Ye Ze in the distance!

"Look! It's him, the one from the Pollution Land yesterday!"

Fu Wanjun turned his head to look, and his eyes instantly widened.

Some terrifying memories began to assail him again.

The scene of Ye Ze instantly killing the Fiend General in the Pollution Land yesterday had too great an impact, making it difficult for him to forget for a long time.

"He actually came too!"

"What exactly is his identity?"

Fu Wanjun didn't take it too seriously at this point.

Because the disparity in strength was too great... he didn't consider Ye Ze a member of the Special Training Camp or an Instructor at all.

But those who could come to the Special Training Camp should all be from the Huaxia headquarters, high-ranking military officials, or responsible persons... he just didn't understand Ye Ze's identity.

Zhu Xiao glanced over and said indifferently:

"Oh, that gathering point over there is for the Instructors."

"Don't worry, the Instructors who can enter the battle royale won't be too strong; the main point is for us students to compete..."

Upon hearing the words "Instructor."

Fu Wanjun's brain seemed to 'boom' and explode, then crashed, as he said, word by word, in a daze:

"He—is—an—In—structor?"

This person who could instantly kill a Fiend General, is an Instructor they have to fight???

What the hell am I supposed to be relieved about?!

"Is headquarters insane?"

Are we more durable than a Fiend General?!!!