"Horror Black Tide, Shadow Weaving Dream, Frost Cold Clan... This is a chaotic era; our enemies are not just the Horror Black Tide. To become a Reverse Tide Army Soldier, you must not only leverage your race’s unique abilities but also possess comprehensive combat skills."
"After three days of low-intensity training, you must have all adapted, so starting tomorrow, we’ll introduce two new training subjects."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the trainees present did not change, evidently all were prepared.
Only Li Zheng and others had a constipated expression as if they had eaten shit, nearly writing "I am unwilling" on their faces.
"This concludes today, recite the oath of glory," Kuang Sha said solemnly.
Hearing Kuang Sha’s command, Li Zheng and others’ eyes lit up, immediately reciting the Reverse Tide oath they had memorized over the last few days:
"As the Black Tide approaches, stars dim, we vow to guard our homeland."
"Vanity and common names, all thrown away, united in spirit, we share life and death."
"With Reverse as our banner, in death, we have no regrets...."
The golden halo in the sky sank into the horizon at the end of the recitation.
After the tedious recital was over, Li Zheng and other players followed Kuang Sha to the training camp cafeteria.
Just entering the cafeteria, the Four Eyes Clan students noticeably sped up, as if some unknown danger was closing in from behind.
Just as they grabbed their trays, a roar came from behind:
"Hey, you grabbing the plate... yes, you, put that down!"
"Coming to the cafeteria means eating, and what else but fighting?"
"Your uncle’s extracurricular classes are starting, hurry up and attend."
Accompanied by the arrogant shouts, Li Zheng took the lead and charged.
Having been starved for three days, the eyes of the Four Eyes Clan students nearly glowed green at the sight of food.
Hearing Li Zheng and the others shouting, they shook like they had a reflex, one of them, too scared to look back, desperately reached for the food, trying to take a bite first.
But before the food reached his mouth, it was slapped away by Li Zheng:
"What are you eating, pay attention to the class!"
The tempting aroma slid past their nostrils; the eyes of the Four Eyes Clan students followed the trajectory of the spirit fish meat. When the fish meat hit the ground, their hearts also shattered.
Then a hard punch hit their stomachs.
Though starved, Ghost Pupil, representing his tribesmen, clenched his teeth and growled, then turned and landed a kick in the "Family Shared Godfather’s" stomach, following it with a punch that knocked Li Zheng to the ground.
The brawl time, other students frantically scraped food, eating voraciously.
The intensity of these inter-tribal brawls escalated over the days, stirring the entire cafeteria into chaos.
From the north to the south of the cafeteria, from the corners to the center, spirit foods were flying everywhere, and many focused Alien Race students were caught in the brawls.
Some students had just taken a few bites when a flying plate hit them in the face.
Others, just about to eat, were disrupted by tangled figures rushing toward them, overturning the dining table.
Most unfortunate was a red-haired Alien Race student who was gathering food, was dragged into the center of the brawl, taking a punch from a player on the left cheek and from a Four Eyes on the right, leaving two clear red marks.
Any student capable of entering the training camp was among the best in their race.
Faced with this situation, many had fiery tempers and joined the battle, striking anyone from other races in sight.
But after two days, they were truly worn out.
Now they had only one thought: to quickly scrape up a bite before the brawl escalated, for there might be nothing left to eat soon.
"Macho Elbow Strike!"
With Chi Tu’s shout, his elbow strike fiercely landed on the neck of a Four Eyes Clan warrior.
The Four Eyes Clan, in the midst of a brutal strike, was pushed back several steps by this blow, falling next to a Brass Clan student who was eating. Making eye contact in desperate moments, the Four Eyes student grabbed his plate and, filled with spirit food, harshly threw it at Chi Tu.
"I haven’t... eaten yet."
"Eat your grandpa, always thinking about eating," the Four Eyes Clan student retorted sharply in the Player Clan’s accent, flipping the dining table with one hand, then leaping towards Chi Tu.
The cafeteria gradually transitioned from orderly eating to chaos.
"Four Eyes Clan, dare to fight my brother, brothers of the Brass Clan, follow me."
"Keep an eye on the Player Clan and beat them to death."
Plates and spirit food flew everywhere, and an escalated brawl was on the brink.
Currently, the Player Clan and Four Eyes Clan followed one principle: if we don’t eat, no one else should.
Thus, the Player Clan and Four Eyes were targets for the other students.
At the end of the mealtime, the Four Eyes Clan and players were dragged out of the cafeteria by other students.
Lying on the ground, the bruised and swollen players and Four Eyes Clan students looked at each other and, despite having no energy left, still exchanged threats.
"Tongzi, are you okay?" Swollen-faced Li Zheng looked at Ghost Pupil and asked.
"If you kneel and beg for mercy, we’ll let you eat tomorrow... or else, you can pick up the leftovers from the ground," a bruised Chi Tu mockingly added, following up Li Zheng’s words.
"I, a warrior of the Four Eyes Clan, will never yield to the weak," one of his tribesmen fiercely said, and it seemed he strained too much, pulling at his wounds, and inhaled sharply from the pain.
Hearing this, Killing Intent, lying on the ground, couldn’t help but clap:
"Hope your mouths are as tough as your fists, let’s keep it up, he who flinches is a wuss."
"If you’re scared, you don’t deserve to be of the Four Eyes Clan."
"Agreed, we fight again tomorrow."
Though empty-stombed, the willpower of the Four Eyes Clan was beyond the expectations of Li Zheng and others.
Under the harsh training of three days without food, Ghost Pupil and his men never submitted, still maintaining a pompous demeanor.