High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late

Chapter 407 - 324: Genius Is Just the Threshold to See Him, Blood Eagle Tournament! (Part 2)

With the support of his master, Su Mu, Foodie held his head high.

"Alright, then let’s start the martial performance. Today we’ll begin with the First Battalion," Zhou Gu took a deep breath and moved his scorching gaze away from Foodie.

"Chen Bin, I’ll leave the upcoming martial performance to you."

"Yes, Leader!"

Chen Bin turned around, scanning the entire field, "Everyone, take your positions!"

"Yes!"

Voices resounded like thunder, and a thousand-strong battalion quickly broke apart, first into ten smaller groups of one hundred, with each smaller group further divided into five-person combat units. Finally, a thousand Blood Eagle Warriors encircled the sand field, forming a massive arena.

Su Mu glanced around, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, because the distance the Blood Eagle Warriors kept seemed a bit too far, even for coordinated combat with Fierce Beasts.

Zhou Gu, on the observation platform, noticed this scene and timely spoke, "Su Mu, this should be your first time participating in a martial performance, right?"

Su Mu nodded.

"Our Blood Eagle Team’s martial performance is different from other units. It isn’t purely individual martial performance but aligns with the upcoming Military Department Grand Competition rules."

"The Military Department Grand Competition rules?"

Although Su Mu had heard about the Military Department Grand Competition from Uncle Hong, he hadn’t delved into the specific rules.

"The martial performance of other units is mostly similar to the rules at martial arts exchange meetings, that is, those set by the Huaxia Martial Arts Association."

"But our Blood Eagle Team and the Military Department Grand Competition don’t have so many restrictions, it’s quite straightforward and rough."

As these words fell, Chen Bin’s loud voice issued the final order from the field.

"I announce the start of the Blood Eagle Team’s First Battalion martial performance!"

"Let’s begin with the First Company."

"Yes!"

With Chen Bin’s order, the hundred Blood Eagle Warriors of the First Company, standing opposite the observation platform, forcefully leaped onto the backs of the nearby Blood Eagles.

Then a somewhat comical scene appeared.

The hundred Blood Eagles let out a scattered series of cries, each instinctively looking towards the observation platform, more accurately, at Foodie.

Seeing that Foodie didn’t react, the cries became more and more unrestrained, their wings spread wide, and amidst a whirlwind, they transformed into a hundred crimson streaks rushing towards the sky.

Witnessing this, the other Blood Eagle Warriors on the sand field swallowed nervously, their hearts sinking as they turned to look at Battalion Leader Chen Bin and Zhou Gu on the observation platform.

Chen Bin’s face was expressionless as he scanned the entire field with cold eyes, a silent message conveyed through his gaze.

Many Blood Eagle Warriors inwardly thought things were not looking good, their eyelids twitching wildly, knowing that if anything went wrong with the martial performance, they would face tough days ahead.

Yet they felt misrepresented, primarily because the bizarre red Fierce Beast beside Su Mu General Star was too uncanny, something they hadn’t anticipated.

With the situation as it was, the captains of the other companies exchanged sharp glances with their units, their gaze unmistakably conveying messages.

It was as if they were saying, "You guys better give it your all, or I won’t spare you!"

Zhou Gu’s expression wasn’t too pleasant either, but deep down his expectations for Foodie grew, then he shifted his tone, "The martial performance will proceed in the form of a grand melee."

"All participating Blood Eagle Warriors will enter the martial arena as entire companies for a free-for-all battle, but the use of weapons is prohibited; otherwise, there are no restrictions."

"Determining victory is straightforward..."

"Once knocked down or pushed out of the arena boundary, you are eliminated, and the last standing warrior wins as the martial performance champion!"

Zhou Gu finished speaking.

Su Mu’s eyes lit up; he liked these rules.

Simple, straightforward, but effective!

The Blood Eagle Warriors shared a close rapport, bonded as comrades in life-or-death situations, and were formidable rivals. The Blood Eagle Team encouraged proactive, healthy competition among the warriors, as only through such means could a truly elite force be cultivated.

These martial performance rules were filled with the romance of the Military Department—rough and wild.

During their conversation, the battle commenced.

The field instantly split into multiple five-person groups, as the basic combat unit of the Blood Eagle Team was a five-person squad. These small groups began advancing on nearby teams for attacks.

There was only one exception. As others divided into groups, a crimson streak reached the arena’s edge first—it was the company captain of the First Company.

"Captain, no hard feelings!"

A five-person group targeted the captain first, enclosing him in five streaks of light.

"You’re welcome to try!" the captain snorted coldly.

The five-member team worked in perfect harmony, changing formations en route. With the strongest at the forefront, the other four flanked from the sides, forming a triangular battle array.

Roar!

The five roared in unison, urging their Qi and Blood alongside their Blood Eagles. At that instant, the Qi and Blood from both sides merged and amplified, condensing into a more powerful force.

Man and eagle as one became a Blood Eagle Warrior.

"Interesting, this must be some special secret technique, allowing one plus one to exceed two in effectiveness..." Su Mu’s eyes gleamed, surprised yet enlightened.

The Blood Eagles in the sky swept across, their formidable Qi and Blood colliding fiercely, raging Qi and Blood filled the air. The sound of Qi and Blood clashing and flesh battling echoed throughout the arena, marking the official start of a hundred-man melee.