Tempest of the Battlefield - Chapter 480

Chapter 480: Number One Meant Nothing
Translator: Oneshotwonder Editor: Hitesh_

“Of course! Zergs killed my entire family, the only purpose in my life is to kill Zergs! Please Wang Tong, can you teach me your tactics so I can avenge my family?” Tan Bu suddenly pleaded with watery eyes. Tragedies like what happened to his family were occurring every day. Duo Lun heard a similar case as his and felt a jab at his heart. The foolish mask he wore in the war was his protection, not from the pain, but from becoming numb and indifferent to what was happening.

“Furface, we both know that you are very strong, and we had studied your tactics. From now on, you will be our Shifu, and we will follow you wherever you go. My story is similar to Tan Bu’s. So, please help us to become stronger, such that we can kill as many Zergs as possible.” Duo Lun said with his fist clenched tightly. A Zerg ate his sister right in front of him. The terrifying scene of his sister’s legs dangling in the Zerg’s mouth stunned Duo Lun and almost drove him to the verge of insanity. It was Guan Dongyang who had saved him from being the next victim, but he couldn’t save him from the nightmare that haunted him every night.

Wang Tong had seen through Tan Bu’s facade a long time ago. He understood the hatred toward Zergs that fueled both of these two young soldiers, and therefore, he was willing to pass his tactics to them. Wang Tong knew that he could not save the world by himself. Without everyone taking up arms and fighting for themselves, even General Li Feng couldn’t have saved humanity.

Wang Tong nodded and then said, “There is no need to rush to a decision. In order to become a super METAL fighter, you will need to build a solid foundation first. You lacked strength and endurance before I taught you the tactics, and therefore, with the new tactics, it would be very easy to overspend your energy. You should know how dangerous that is on the battlefield. If you would like to change that, then you will need to follow my instructions, and be ready for hellish training.”

After hearing Wang Tong’s proposal, Duo Lun and Tan Bu decided to think about their options for a while. Wang Tong agreed, as it was important to think things through before taking any actions. That was the case for the two young warriors, as well as for Wang Tong.

Wang Tong left the two to their pondering and walked to a quiet clearing in the woods to sit down. The silence around him was familiar, if not cozy. Maybe he was meant to be alone forever, Wang Tong thought.

“What are you doing out here?” Ye Zi’s musical voice rang behind Wang Tong.

“You are in a good mood.” Wang Tong turned and cracked a smile at her.

“You too. I wonder how you could remain so amiable every day while the world is falling apart.”

“Oh?” Wang tong rubbed his face. He had surprised that Ye Zi was able to see his expression under this thick curtain of fur.

“What do you think about the union between our captain and Xie Xuan? I wish they could be together.”

“Oh? That means you already have someone else in mind?” Wang Tong asked abruptly.

Ye Zi blushed. “Don’t veer off topic; we are talking about our captain!”

If Ye Zi hadn’t known Wang Tong for a while, she might have taken his comment as flirting. However, she knew that Wang Tong was not interested in her, and neither was she.

“It’s the Martian’s custom to speak their mind, isn’t it? You are not Martian enough, haha!”

“Of course, I am, I am a Martian through and through! Yes, I do like another man!” Ye Zi’s face crinkled.

“Haha, now let me guess. Is that guy the tall, fair, handsome, stud, the most powerful mastery caster on Mars, Michaux Odin?”

“Yes, every girl on Mars wants to be with him. And one more thing, he is not only the most powerful on the Mars, but also the entire universe. The only Einherjar level Mastery warrior!”

“The strongest in the universe…” Wang Tong heaved a sigh as the former owner of the title appeared in his mind.

“So what? What can he do in the war?” Wang Tong stood up and said quietly. “I am going to bed.”

Ye Zi was shocked by Wang Tong’s sudden departure; it was the first time that anyone ever left her without proper closure of conversation. She rubbed her face and wondered if she had lost her charm.

After a while, she conceded that it was not her, but Furface’s eccentricity that had made the conversation awkward. If Wang Tong was an Einherjar Level warrior and was twenty years older, she might be able to see where he was coming from.

What did he mean by “so what”?

Ye Zi’s dream was to advance into level eighteen so that she could receive the certificate from the young master himself. The thought of standing face to face with the young master made her heart skip a beat. She still remembered the first time she saw the young master from a distance. The two pools of dark blue set deeply on his beautiful face; he was perfect.

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The group traveled one more day and finally arrived at the camp of the Thunder Fire. Thunder Fire was a large band, and their camp was the size of a small city. Half of the citizens were militias, and the other half were support staffs, who were also fighters but at much lower levels than their at-arms counterpart.

The bustling camp gave people the illusion of safety and order. Inside the war camp, Marcos was the king and his orders were the absolute truth.

Battle Wolf marched deeper into the camp and found themselves surrounded by suspicious looks. In the eyes of the Thunder Fire, Battle Wolf’s demand for an equal share of the spoils was outrageous.

Despite the unwelcoming mood in the camp, no one dared to even raise their voice at Battle Wolf. Not only was Guan Dongyang’s power well known in the Maersa district, but the sight of House Lie’s crimson sigil would have deterred even the most flamboyant troublemakers.

The warriors from Battle Wolf could sense the fear around them, and it lent them confidence; they straightened their back and lengthened their strides.

In a situation like this, Tan Bu should have already been jumping up and down to proclaim his superiority. But, he was tired, too tired to even walk. Wang Tong’s training assignment was brutal, but he followed it through nonetheless.

After the band had marched for a while, a warrior with a haughty figure approached them, with a file of well-equipped METAL fighters trailing behind him. The big man was the captain of Thunder Fire, Marcos.

“Haha… Brother Dongyang, you have kept us waiting! Ah… these two must be the famous Lie Xuan and Lei Wushuang, eh?”

“Yes, captain Marcos, and thank you for waiting.”