Su Bai and Lin Yanran chatted and laughed all the way back to school, then parted ways to return to their respective dormitories.

  Tomorrow marks the beginning of the school's three-month recruit training.

  For students in the Academy of Arts, they can rest at home for three months after exams.

  But it's different for the Martial Academy; they are warriors about to head to the battlefield, needing to seize every moment to grow stronger. How could they waste these three months?

  ......

  The next day, at the Martial Academy Recruit Training Ground.

  Thousands of new students from various places were led by instructors to be divided into classes and teams.

  For the first three days, to cultivate the freshmen's sense of obedience and teamwork, the training content was relatively light, focusing on basic military formation training.

  For these students who got into the Martial Academy, this level of training was something they could learn quickly and perform well.

  Starting from the fourth day, the training content shifted to practical combat training, mainly teaching students military combat techniques and some basic fighting skills.

  These training sessions focused on human-to-human combat, helping students quickly build a solid foundation in martial arts.

  After the practical combat training, they would truly enter survival skills training for fighting fierce beasts.

  On the eleventh day, everyone received a battle blade and shield made of special materials.

  The battle blade was over 1.2 meters long and weighed about twenty pounds, made of high-grade alloy with an extremely sharp edge.

  Such a blade was enough to cut through the skin of ordinary fierce beasts, and even against Bronze Tier beasts, it could hold its own.

  The shield was forged entirely from refined iron, about one meter long and half a meter wide, weighing over forty pounds. Each rectangular shield bore the motto of Jiangzhou Martial Academy: "With my chest, forge the unyielding Great Wall of Long Nation."

  While low-tier fierce beasts could be sufficiently harmed by hot weapons, once a beast reached Bronze Tier or higher, the effectiveness of hot weapons diminished rapidly, and ordinary soldiers found it hard to target Bronze Tier beasts.

  Even if they were lucky enough to hit, aside from specially made sniper bullets and heavy weapons, ordinary firearms could hardly penetrate the hide of a Bronze Tier beast.

  If this was the case for Bronze Tier, then for higher Silver and Gold Tiers, hot weapons couldn't even touch their hair.

  Only human warriors could be the main force against high-tier fierce beasts.

  But even warriors needed to start by wielding blades and shields, gradually growing stronger through battle, gaining resources, and eventually slaying more powerful alien beasts—or being slain by them.

  Blade and shield training not only strengthened students' physical fitness but also taught them how to fight with these weapons, a method the Martial Academy had refined over decades as the most efficient way to enhance students' abilities.

  Every day, students could see their noticeable progress.

  Some freshmen who were already close to intermediate strength even broke through to the intermediate level within these three months.

  During this time, Su Bai received seven portions of Blood Qi Powder from the Han family, but he wasn't in a hurry to use them.

  Because once he broke through to a higher level, it would be difficult to suppress the surging blood qi, easily attracting attention during training.

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  Su Bai would not hesitate when it was time to act, but he would also remain low-key when he could.

  ......

  Time flew by, and three months passed in the blink of an eye.

  At the graduation ceremony of the new training.

  Chief Instructor Zhang Kai looked at the once youthful faces now bearing a few more traces of determination, their overall strength having undergone a dramatic transformation, and nodded in satisfaction.

  Zhang Kai patrolled the area and slowly walked up to the high platform of the training ground. He didn't hold a microphone, yet every word he spoke reached everyone's ears.

  "Students, after three months of training, are you tired?"

  On the training ground, over three thousand students shouted in unison:

  "Not tired!"

  "Not tired!"

  "Not tired!"

  "Defend our country, who else but us!"

  "Defend our country, who else but us!"

  Seeing the students' overwhelming momentum, the chief instructor nodded in satisfaction.

  "Good, students, after three months of training, you have grown from local youths into warriors. However, to become excellent warriors, you still have one last training to complete, and that is the Myriad Races Battlefield!"

  "The school will arrange for you to enter the Myriad Races Battlefield in batches three days from now."

  Upon hearing this, the previously quiet and orderly ranks suddenly became a bit restless.

  Just finished three months of training, and now straight to the battlefield? Is the Martial Academy really this fierce?

  Over these three months, most people had gained a clearer understanding of the Myriad Races Battlefield. To say they weren't afraid would be a lie.

  Zhang Kai naturally noticed everyone's expressions and continued:

  "You don't need to be afraid. The place you're going to has already been cleared by the military, and is relatively the safest. Your main task is to clean up the battlefield."

  "However, there is no absolutely safe place in the Myriad Races Battlefield, and unexpected events can happen at any time."

  "Perhaps some of you will remain on the Myriad Races Battlefield forever."

  "Of course, I don't want you to make unnecessary sacrifices. Once on the battlefield, you must follow your instructor's orders, never act on your own, never stray from the main group, and never underestimate the enemy."

  Although the chief instructor didn't say anything too emotional, these three warnings conveyed everything.

  He hoped that these children would all return safely from the Myriad Races Battlefield.

  As if sensing the chief instructor's intentions, the students, forgetting their fear, responded with a hysterical roar.

  "We can do it!"

  ......

  At the end of the speech, the chief instructor nodded in satisfaction:

  "Then I wish you all a triumphant return!"

  After Zhang Kai finished speaking, it was time for the class assignments.

  Each class had an average of fifty students, with a Bronze Tier teacher serving as the head teacher.

  The head teacher would accompany these freshmen into the Myriad Races Battlefield in three days.

  Su Bai and his three roommates, along with Lin Yanran, were assigned to the same class. Han Jiagang and others were eager to strike up a conversation with their future classmate Lin Yanran.

  But Lin Yanran didn't even glance at them, instead running straight to Su Bai.

  The male classmates in the class were all stunned.

  Having failed to chat up the goddess, while the instructor hadn't arrived yet, everyone started chatting in small groups.

  "I wonder which Myriad Races Battlefield we'll be assigned to this time. I heard from seniors that the first battlefield is usually one where the military has already established control, so it shouldn't be too dangerous, right?"

  "Not too dangerous? There's no such thing as a safe place on the Myriad Races Battlefield. If you're careless, you might lose your head. The chief instructor just warned us not to underestimate the enemy!"

  "Yeah, in previous years, after the new training ended, the seniors sent to the Myriad Races Battlefield also suffered significant losses. I heard that three years ago, an unexpected event occurred on a battlefield controlled by the military, resulting in over five hundred deaths!"

  As the square buzzed with chatter, a group of instructors arrived.

  A fragrant breeze swept through, and a fiery red figure appeared in front of Su Bai's class.

  She was a very alluring woman.

  Her appearance was on par with Lin Yanran, but she was more mature and enticing.

  She seemed to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a specially made training uniform for Martial Academy teachers, her explosive and exaggerated figure making one's blood boil.

  Most importantly, her aura was like a blazing flame, capable of igniting one's spirit!

  Instantly, the male students' eyes were glued to her.

  "Class Eight, I am your instructor during your time at the Martial Academy—Liao Yuxin. If you have any questions about the Myriad Races Battlefield, feel free to ask me."

  Seeing that the beautiful instructor named Liao Yuxin was their class teacher, the male students of Class Eight cheered excitedly.

  This was truly a lucky class, with Lin Yanran first and then Liao Yuxin.

  What great deeds did they do in a past life to deserve this?

  Compared to the excitement of the male students in Class Eight, the students in other classes weren't as happy.

  Looking at their instructors, who were either burly men or old geezers, they felt utterly dejected.

  After the small episode with the instructors' arrival, the instructors began assigning tasks. The first task at the Martial Academy was none other than writing a will!

  Before entering the Martial Academy, students were informed of this during their graduation ceremonies, so they were somewhat mentally prepared.

  Fifty students followed their instructor to the classroom.

  But when a blank sheet of paper was placed in front of these young boys and girls, none of them knew what to write for a moment.

  After a long time, the students began to pick up their pens and start writing.

  Han Jiagang: "Mom and Dad, I really hope you never see this letter, because if you do, it means I won't be coming back. Thank you for raising me, and I'm sorry I can't take care of you in your old age. In my next life, I want to be your son again, but I won't apply to the Martial Academy. I'll stay by your side to take care of you..."

  Tao Jiajun: "Mom, I loved candied hawthorns as a kid, but you never bought them for me, saying you were saving money for Blood Qi Powder so I could get into the Martial Academy.

  You got your wish, but I didn't come back.

  Do you regret it now?

  But I don't regret it. At the Martial Academy, I met many interesting roommates who didn't mind my slowness and took good care of me. Fighting alongside them, I'm not afraid of dying..."

  Lin Yanran: "Mom, I'm sorry. I was too headstrong this time, not following your wish to enter the Academy of Arts and stay by your side. When you see this letter, I probably won't be coming back.

  I chose this path myself, don't blame Dad..."

  Many students found tears falling unknowingly onto their paper as they wrote.

  They were warriors, but they also had families and emotions.

  And parents far away who worried about them.

  Only Su Bai's will contained a single line, not at all like a will.

  Su Bai: "Mom and Dad, I'm doing well at the Martial Academy. I've even sent some money back to you through the school. Just take care of Xiaomei, don't worry about me."

  Why didn't Su Bai have any sense of finality in his will?

  Because Su Bai was strong enough.

  He didn't want to die!

  With seven portions of Blood Qi Powder in hand, he planned to reach a higher level in these three days!

  No matter what happens, he cannot die!

  Absolutely not!