33: Chapter 33 Competitive Recruitment

"Boss Zhao pursues strength, while Boss Fan pursues stability. No wonder the two of them could team up to run Scarecrow Town. However, Boss Fan's request isn't too difficult."

After Zhao Hu passed the news to Wang Ting, Wang Ting didn't hesitate at all and nodded in agreement.

Rather than calling it a transaction, it was more like Fan Da balancing the various forces within Scarecrow Town as much as possible.

Just like him and Zhao Kun, quite a number of people among the current team leaders and deputy team leaders of the Guard Team carried out the apocalyptic law of the jungle in their own actions.

In the Shelter, it was fine with him and Zhao Hu and others keeping each other in check, but if any radical team leader were left to manage this soon-to-be-established outpost, the situation would likely spiral out of control quickly.

Either the outpost would slip out of control, or it would invite other troubles.

And in the current Scarecrow Town, the strongest were only the two of them as secondary limit-breaking fighters, not even having any transcendent beings, making it simply unable to withstand more changes.

This was the fundamental reason why he chose the newcomer Wang Ting; as for Wang Ting's talent, it was merely a reference.

On the second day after returning to the town, Zhao Kun and Fan Da sent down an order for all team leaders, deputy team leaders, and Guard Team members to gather at the training ground.

Zhao Kun and Fan Da stood at the very front, the two of them on the left and right respectively, one looking like a grey wolf and the other like a black bear, their momentum fully unleashed with sharp gazes.

Right beside them were the six team leaders of the Shelter team. From left to right, they were the team leaders of the six combat groups: Wei Dong, Zhao Hu, Xing Chong, Cheng Nuo, Peng Ye, and Ding Shaohui.

Further back were Zhou Chao, the head of the Supplies Group, and Liao Minmin from the medical group.

On their opposite side were the gathered members of the Guard Team, as well as members of the medical group and Supplies Group. The number was around 160 people; except for a few on-duty personnel, everyone was here.

Seeing that everyone had gathered, Zhao Kun strode forward in front of the crowd.

He scanned the scene with his gaze, then said in a loud voice: "At a location 15 kilometers north of the town, we discovered a new Infinite Building with exploration value. I believe all of you have heard about this news in the past two days."

As his voice fell, some among the Guard Team members below couldn't help whispering softly.

Some revealed eager gazes, while some Guard Team members had a hint of worry in their eyes—exploring the Infinite Building required bloodshed, after all.

Zhao Kun ignored their reactions below and continued: "I want to establish our outpost at the Infinite Building. It requires a combat brigade stationed over there, and at the same time dispatch a certain number of members from the Supplies Group and medical group. The existing six team leaders have busy work and need to protect Scarecrow Town. Therefore, today we will select the leader for the seventh combat brigade. Everyone who has broken through the human limit once, step out of the ranks."

As the voice fell, the four people—Zhao Tianhao, Ma Ganbo, Nie Quan, and Chen Qi—stepped out of the formation in one step and stood proudly in front of the crowd with their chests held high.

Everyone cast their gazes directly at them in unison. These were also the fighters in the team known to have broken through the human limit once.

Just at this moment, Wang Ting also stepped out of the formation in one stride.

This action instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"No way, did he really break the limit once? I thought people were just making it up."

"How could they make it up? It was said that he could single-handedly kill several monsters. Only... I thought his physical fitness hadn't grown to this stage yet."

"The breakthrough should be real, but his fighting skills couldn't possibly compare to the four of them like Zhao Tianhao, right?"

The previously quiet crowd was buzzing with discussion. Most believed that Wang Ting was a one-time limit-breaking fighter, but no one believed he could defeat the other four deputy team leaders in the upcoming fight.

"Is there anyone else?"

Zhao Kun's voice suppressed those sounds of discussion, and the formation fell completely silent.

Seeing that no one responded, Zhao Kun then nodded.

"Since that's the case, let's start the fight. Zhao Hu, you arrange the drawing of lots."

Zhao Hu was just about to step forward to arrange the drawing of lots, but unexpectedly Wang Ting walked into the center of the field a step earlier.

He wore a smile, revealing his white teeth: "Team Leader Zhao, there's no need to draw lots. As a newcomer, I might as well just fight them one by one, which will also save everyone some time."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd present burst into an uproar, and even Zhao Kun and Fan Da both wore looks of astonishment.

Fighting them one by one—what an arrogant tone.

Zhao Hu immediately rebuked: "Bah, don't mess around. The drawing of lots must still be done. Do you think you're a transcendent being?"

Of course, Zhao Hu wanted to protect his own people.

Everyone was a fighter who had broken the limit once. If you fought them one by one, even if your skills were formidable, could the consumed physical strength be recovered quickly?

Even he and Wei Dong wouldn't dare boast that they could fight four at once.

He just wanted to suppress the matter and prepare for the drawing of lots.

Over there, Nie Quan and Ma Ganbo, who found Wang Ting displeasing, already showed expressions of displeasure on their faces: "Ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. Anyone who doesn't know would think you're a transcendent being. Why are you in such a rush to climb up?"

Their gazes intersected, and the smell of gunpowder was palpable.

Chen Qi said sinisterly: "Team Leader Zhao, don't underestimate the newcomer. Since he dares to say this, he must be certain. Why must Team Leader Zhao stop him? It's better to just let him try."

Zhao Hu's expression turned ugly.

With these two people each saying a sentence, they had cornered him and Wang Ting on the field.

If Wang Ting didn't fight, his reputation would be smashed to the ground.

But similarly, if he fought, could Wang Ting really defeat all four of them one by one?

At this moment, Fan Da's gaze on the viewing platform fell on Wang Ting, and then he made the final decision.

"Since Wang Ting wants to try, let him try. Even if he can't win, it won't be too late for the remaining people to draw lots afterwards."

Fan Da agreed to this method of competition, which made many people on the scene gasp in cold air, and immediately their gazes became eager.

Who wouldn't want to watch the excitement?

Even if a newcomer like Wang Ting was defeated, it would still be a show worth watching.

Wang Ting still wore that calm expression. His gaze swept from Zhao Tianhao to Ma Ganbo, taking in their current appearances one by one.

He loosened his muscles, came to the very front, and asked the four of them: "Which of you four is coming first?"

"Damn it, you really managed to act cool. Today I'll teach you how to behave like a human being!"

Ma Ganbo had a violent temper. He strode forward with large steps, whipped off his jacket in a flash, revealing a robust physique full of scars.

Ma Ganbo clenched his fists with both hands and assumed the posture of the Giant Wood Fighting Technique: "Come on!"

Wang Ting didn't talk nonsense, also assumed a fighting stance, and stepped forward directly.

Ma Ganbo launched the attack first. He raised his fist and aimed straight for Wang Ting's cheek. His fist speed was incomparably fierce, showing at a glance that he was a combat expert.

Wang Ting only felt a gust of fierce wind striking before him. At this moment, the corners of his mouth hooked up slightly, and his figure suddenly lowered, dodging this fierce punch.

His body quickly approached Ma Ganbo, his fist struck out from his waist, and an uppercut directly knocked Ma Ganbo sprawling to the ground.

This heavy blow made Ma Ganbo's face flush red, the veins on his forehead bulging. He flipped himself up, his figure surging forward fiercely, and continued to attack Wang Ting. This time, a sweeping hook punch headed straight for his cheek.

With a muffled bang, the sweeping punch was actually grabbed steadily by Wang Ting.

Then, amidst Ma Ganbo's astonished gaze, Wang Ting's attacks rained down on him rapidly like raindrops.

One punch, two punches, three punches. After three punches, the terrifying strength made Ma Ganbo bare his teeth and grimace, and his whole body was smashed down onto the ground.

The severe pain kept him from getting up for a long time. After barely supporting himself, he fell back to the ground again.

"Next."

When Wang Ting shouted "Next", the crowd present had not yet recovered from their astonishment.

How long did this battle last? One minute or two minutes?

That crisp and decisive strike felt like a fierce tiger descending the mountain sweeping across its prey.

All of Ma Ganbo's attacks were completely controlled by Wang Ting. Whether dodging or catching the fist, it seemed as if everything had been prepared in advance.

At this moment, the three people—Zhao Tianhao, Nie Quan, and Ma Ganbo—felt the pressure on them suddenly surge, and the solemnity in their gazes was much greater than just a moment ago.

"I'll come."

Refusing to be cowed, Chen Qi jumped directly in front of Wang Ting, didn't even take off his jacket, and attacked Wang Ting directly.

Wang Ting met the attack head-on by punching back directly. The two fists smashed together, producing a muffled sound of bone collision.

Wang Ting's expression didn't change, but Chen Qi opposite him changed his expression slightly.

How could his fists be so hard?

Clearly it was a mutual punch, but when this punch was smashed over, Chen Qi felt as if he had hit hard leather. That was simply not the tactile sensation of human skin.

Chen Qi only felt his fingers aching painfully. If he hadn't slightly withheld his strength, I'm afraid his fingers would have already broken.

Disregarding Chen Qi's reaction, Wang Ting burst forward with his figure, swung his fist, and smashed it straight at Chen Qi's body.

Chen Qi quickly dodged. His fighting skills were indeed stronger. After a few dodging maneuvers, he didn't let the fist hit him.

Then Chen Qi began to counterattack, his fists falling onto Wang Ting's body. But every time a muffled sound rang out, Chen Qi's expression became more and more unsightly—the fists hitting Wang Ting gained no advantage at all; it was true that every punch landed on flesh, but it felt as if he were hitting brick and stone.

Wang Ting's expression remained unchanged, even charging forward against his fists. This time, how could Chen Qi still afford to be distracted and dodge? He was directly knocked sprawling to the ground by Wang Ting.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Ting threw another punch at the fallen Chen Qi, hammering solidly into his chest and completely knocking him down.

'Terrifying, simply too terrifying.'

It wasn't that Wang Ting's fighting skills were how formidable; everyone present could see that Chen Qi's fighting skills were above Wang Ting's.

But Wang Ting's physical fitness was too strong. Enduring Chen Qi's fists, he forcefully smashed the guy down to the ground, just like an indefatigable black bear.

This kind of terrifying style was extremely like a wild beast.

Wang Ting raised his head slightly, looked at Zhao Tianhao and Nie Quan, and said: "Next."