The strength of Number Three War God was even stronger, while the three on Jiang Kai's side were far weaker than the previous group.
After the two sides exchanged blows for over ten minutes, Number Three single-handedly fought all three at once, injuring them all.
When the match ended, Number Three War God looked down from the stage, let out a cold snort, and said, "Well? Anything else to say?"
"You people don't seem to have any real experts left, do you? Now the three of us fighting your nine, it's already turned into three against five."
His companion followed up, "Resources should be concentrated in the hands of the strong. Giving them to wastes like you is nothing but squandering. So hurry up and scram."
"Number Nine, if the higher-ups find out you couldn't even pass the special training camp, do you still have the face to stay in the War God Hall? Remember this—this is the consequence of standing up for these trash!"
Number Nine War God's eyes widened in fury, but with his chest full of rage, he had nowhere to vent it.
Number Three did not step down. Instead, he sneered, "Anyway, the rest of you are just trash. I'll keep fighting. Come on, send up another three, let Grandpa teach you properly how to recognize your place."
Number Nine roared angrily, then brought two local War God Hall members and leapt onto the stage.
Jiang Kai was a step too late. Seeing those three had already gone up, he nearly coughed blood in anxiety.
"Damn it, this time you didn't even discuss it? Just jumped straight up?"
Though Number Three had just fought a fierce battle, just as he said, this last group from their side was even weaker than the second group.
Number Nine War God was indeed strong, but he too had just fought a tough match.
And after seeing Number Nine get on stage, Number Three War God had swallowed a few pills—one of which was the Ghost Star Heavenly Gift Pill.
In this match, after twenty minutes of intense combat, Number Three once again relied on his overwhelming strength to injure all three War Gods!
Looking at the dying Number Nine War God lying on the ground, Number Three planted a foot on his head, grinding it back and forth as he laughed, "Why didn't you learn from the others earlier and join us? Then you wouldn't have ended up like this."
"In this world, so-called justice and that nonsense—it's all useless. Strength is the only true way!"
"Remember, from now on in the War God Hall, when you see me, you kneel and call me Grandpa."
Number Nine's eyes were bloodshot, but he had no strength to resist, only able to shout, "You bully too far—you don't deserve to be War Gods!"
"Still mouthing off? Looks like unless you suffer a bit, you'll never learn your lesson."
With that, Number Three pulled out a dagger and plunged it straight into Number Nine's thigh, then slashed downward, splitting it open. "Call me Grandpa!"
Even a War God, faced with torture like this, couldn't help but scream in agony.
"Call me Grandpa now, or else I've got plenty of ways to make you suffer!"
Number Eight War God leapt onto the stage, shouting toward Jiang Kai's side, "You see that? This is what happens when you resist us. Before leaving the training camp, all of you must apologize for your defiance!"
"Everyone—kneel!"
Tech Bro's eyes bulged with rage, but he knew he wasn't a match for these bullies.
Looking at Number Nine still being tortured, the scene was so horrifying it made people's hearts tremble.
Just then, someone from Jiang Kai's side shouted, "Stop! Our match isn't finished yet—we've only sent out eight people!"
Number Three paused his dagger, stood up, and walked over to stand beside Number Eight. Both of them stared at the speaker.
It was a member of the local War God Hall. After saying that, his face was ashen, his whole body tense.
Obviously, he couldn't stand these people's tyranny. But he also knew shouting that out might bring trouble onto himself.
With his strength, how could he possibly be their opponent?
"Oh? Makes sense." Number Eight glanced at Number Three. "He means we still need to cripple one more."
Number Three looked faintly at the speaker. "Since you like standing up so much, why don't you go next? Who knows, maybe you can beat the three of us all by yourself."
The man's chest heaved violently, his voice trembling, "You've gone too far! These trial trainees have all made contributions to the nation. How can you treat them like this and still dare call yourselves China's War Gods?"
Number Eight snorted, "Sorry, but we don't actually care much about the title of China's War Gods. What we want is only strength."
"Think about it—do you really think all China's War Gods are happy to serve as War Gods?"
"Being a War God means risking our lives against the Beast Gods on the battlefield, means taking on the hardest parts of Ghost Star development. Why should we work ourselves to death? If there were better choices, I bet most War Gods would've quit already."
"Kid, since you're so brave, why don't you take this last match? We two promise you'll never forget the experience."
The man trembled all over. He knew exactly what would happen if he got on stage.
At this moment, he looked around.
The top-ranked eight were all beaten to the brink of death. Whoever went up now would only suffer miserably.
Since he had spoken up, then this responsibility—he would bear it himself.
"Hell, I'm not even afraid of death—why would I fear you?" Suddenly gathering courage, he stepped toward the stage.
Just as he was about to climb up, someone pressed a hand on his shoulder.
Startled, he turned around to see a man in gray clothes standing behind him.
An eye-mask and face-cover hid his full appearance, but it was clear he was smiling at him.
"Hey, old bro, you've got guts! Luckily the War God Hall still has people like you. Otherwise, I'd really be disappointed in it."
The man frowned. That's what he wanted to say?
"Uh, can I discuss something with you? If you don't mind, could you let me have this chance?"
"Hm? Let you have it?" The man's brows furrowed even tighter. "Little brother, at a time like this, I don't think your joke is funny."
"I'm not joking. Let me go up. If it's me, there's still a chance."
"You? You…" The man looked Jiang Kai up and down, then suddenly seemed to remember something. He asked, "You're that guy with backing, aren't you?"
Jiang Kai immediately had a black line over his face. "I don't have backing… Didn't they say the training camp doesn't look at identity?"
"No backing? Then what are you messing around for? This isn't a game! I remember your rank's in the forties, right? Going up now is just suicide!"
Jiang Kai shook his head. "Brother, if you go up, can you win?"
"I…"
Seeing him hesitate, the answer was already obvious.
"Since you can't win either, what difference does it make who goes up? Bro, you've already taken care of our people, leave the rest to me."
"Even if I have no personal grudge with them, just seeing the way they act, I've got to give them a proper lesson." With that, Jiang Kai pressed the man's shoulder and leapt straight onto the stage.
Tech Bro was dumbfounded.
"Damn, when did this guy pass out! Has he gone crazy?"
He was still just a fourth-tier professional, and he dared to fight peak War Gods? Wasn't that just asking for death?
After getting on stage, Jiang Kai calmly walked over to Number Nine, checking his injuries.
"Hey, Tech Bro, and you, old bro—come up and take the injured down."
Tech Bro shuddered, but remembering these War Gods had stood up for them, he too mustered courage. Together with two others, they carried the three injured men down.
Now only Jiang Kai and Number Three and Number Eight were left on the stage.
Jiang Kai looked at the two and said faintly, "So, how do we fight?"
Number Eight narrowed his eyes. "So it's you, the backdoor guy. I heard you were ranked in the forties in the training hall? Can't figure it out—how dare you come up here?"
Jiang Kai smiled lightly. "I don't know what to say either—I just got up here. Maybe I'm just overflowing with a sense of justice."
"Hahahaha, interesting." Number Eight laughed wildly. "Since you're here, that means you're ready, right?"
Jiang Kai laughed as well. "Mentally prepared, yes. Just, great lords, I've got a little suggestion."
"Suggestion? What suggestion?" Number Three narrowed his eyes at Jiang Kai.
Jiang Kai pouted. "Well, could we change the wager a bit?"
"Change the wager? Are you kidding me? This was agreed on from the start—you lose, and you all leave the training camp. Now that you see yourselves losing, you want to beg for mercy?"
Jiang Kai stepped forward, still smiling. "No, I just think our wager is a bit too small. Such a small bet doesn't match the status of you great China War Gods."
As soon as Jiang Kai said this, Number Nine War God, half-dead and on his last breath, suddenly sat up in shock!
"He—what is he trying to do!"
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