Chapter 127: Chapter 37: Special Audience Chapter 127: Chapter 37: Special Audience Editor: Noodletown Translations “`
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Looking at the stone-piled square and gate, the traces of age were undeniable.
With just one glance, one could see the long history of this building.
At this moment, this building drew attention, yet no one dared to approach.
Because a dense military presence, armed with various firearms, had surrounded this massive circular fighting arena.
At the same time, eight mechas stood around it.
The dark green steel armor shell wrapped around a heavy body, with four holding heavy shields and four holding massive kinetic rifles.
A row of military armored vehicles lined the feet of the mechas.
At the sight of this posture, ordinary people did not dare to come close.
The black gun muzzles pointed skyward at an angle, but the expressionless vigilance of the soldiers invisibly separated the crowd.
“Please present your identity information.”
As Mu Fan stepped forward, he was stopped by a soldier, who took out a personal electronic tag and swiped it on the device.
“Beep.
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Candidate number 1578, welcome.”
“Please proceed,” the soldier said, moving aside.
“Thank you.”
Skillfully placing his belongings, removing his watch and earpiece, Mu Fan was allowed to continue passing through.
Stepping through this door, Mu Fan truly realized his insignificance.
This door had already been majestic, but what appeared in front of him were sixteen stone-paved avenues stretching towards different places.
“Candidate number 1578, please proceed via the 12th route,” came a reminder.
Mu Fan looked down to see the sign on the road ahead and followed the instruction.
After walking about a hundred meters, he entered a pitch-black tunnel.
In this silent passage, Mu Fan could already hear voices ahead, seemingly quite noisy.
Judging from the look of the illuminated area ahead, that should be it.
Mu Fan calculated silently in his heart.
It was about four to five hundred meters away.
A circular fighting arena, four to five hundred meters apart.
It seemed that above should be the spectators’ seats.
Could it really be this large!?
If you calculate carefully, the width of just the spectators’ seating area alone had a horizontal distance of four to five hundred meters.
Adding the angle of incline, it was certainly over five hundred meters.
How enormous must this fighting arena be!
As Mu Fan gradually approached, the noisy human voices also began to clarify.
“Do you think we can stand until the end?”
“I definitely can.
I’m taking a gamble for the future,” this voice was filled with fighting spirit.
“I think it’s unlikely.
Level 15, I was number one where I’m from, but after coming here, I found out I’m at the bottom.” A boy’s voice was both rational and tinged with irony.
“Are there any outstanding candidates from your place?”
“How could there not be!?
I never thought even in District Nine, so many exceptional talents would emerge.
Look at the expressions of those academy observers, they are clearly overjoyed, but it’s going to be tough for us.”
…
These were a group of candidates chatting idly amongst themselves.
They were talking so intently that Mu Fan had squeezed into their midst before they noticed this relatively slender young man.
Compared to his peers, Mu Fan’s height was considered somewhat outstanding, but now looking around the venue, those below one meter eighty-five were the minority, making Mu Fan appear as an outlier.
“Are you a candidate too?” A tall, muscular figure asked in a deep voice.
“Yeah, I came according to the instruction,” Mu Fan nodded, looking at the robust young man in front of him, his muscles were unbelievable for someone under 20.
“Hello, Paje,” this stout boy chuckled and stretched out his hand.
“Mu Fan,” Mu Fan offered his name and shook hands amicably.
“Are you also a civilian candidate?” asked a boy of roughly the same build but slightly taller than Mu Fan by a couple of centimeters, noticing that Mu Fan’s clothing was quite ordinary, similar to theirs.
“Yeah.”
Upon seeing Mu Fan nod, their attitudes became noticeably friendlier.
So, this slightly taller boy introduced himself, “Eli.”
“Chester.”
“Phil.”
These three, along with Paje just mentioned, seemed to have formed a small alliance.
Eli took the lead and said, “We just arrived too, finding ourselves likeminded, temporarily banding together.
However, we might run into each other soon, but…”
“We won’t hold back.” The other three said in unison.
Mu Fan nodded in agreement.
Actually, in his view, such small groups were completely unnecessary, as quotas were fixed.
Out of 8,000 people, only 100 would be selected.
The 80-to-1 selection ratio made him doubt the necessity of relying on relationships.
“Mu Fan, as civilian candidates, we don’t have the advantage.
Many suitable candidates from noble families are also participating in this selection.
Their training and conditions are far superior to ours, so, by forming groups, if anyone has any ideas, we can share intel.
This way, we hope all of us can go further,” Eli explained.
Mu Fan remained noncommittal, not responding.
Seeing Mu Fan’s demeanor, these people understood they couldn’t recruit him for now.
Suddenly, the crowd ahead began to move, then started to advance.
“Dong.”
“Dong.”
“Dong.”
After three traditional gong sounds, a voice came from the loudspeaker above this area:
“All candidates, enter the arena.
The preliminary fighting selection will begin in half an hour.”
With the surge of the crowd, Mu Fan saw the true face of this giant fighting arena for the first time.
Magnificent and grand!
When Mu Fan stepped out from the prep room, he realized how tiny he was, like an ant, in this colossal fighting arena.
The nearly hundred-meter-high spectators’ stands extended to the limits of vision, with a series of fighting platforms that never seemed to end.
Beside each fighting platform stood an officer.
This was truly a level of alertness that reached a certain degree.
It seemed that Purple Jade Star’s government had put no small amount of effort into the Federation’s examination.
Mu Fan noticed that the ranks of these officers were all at the lieutenant level.
Recalling Lieutenant Nick from the previous fitness test, it filled him with awe.
Every time he encountered the Federation’s military, it always pushed the limits of his understanding.
However, the academy examiners seemed to have disappeared.
What Mu Fan didn’t know was that in the area forty meters above them, the encircling spectators’ stand included floor-to-ceiling windowed suites intended for different tiers, and these suites were all filled with people.
There were young teachers in academy uniforms, soldiers in high-ranking uniforms, middle-aged men in formal attire, and various female companions attending.
This was obviously not just an academy observer group.
“Every year at this time, we are treated to a visual feast,” praised a man in gold-rimmed glasses.
“Yes, these people are, indeed, talent.
If the military doesn’t want them, we can take the opportunity to recruit some!” laughed a middle-aged man beside him.
“Chairman Kim, are you looking for bodyguards again?
I remember you had quite a harvest last year.”
“Hahaha, it was just average.
I can’t compare to you.
With so many industries under Boss Mai, you probably need talent even more than I do.”
Just as the two were exchanging compliments, an elderly man in a black robe embroidered with gold approached.
His temples were graying, but his steps were steady and powerful.
His face was spirited, his smile gentle but not given away.
A tall young girl clung to the old man’s arm beside him.
Her cascade of long hair curled slightly at the tips, a white dress couldn’t hide her long, beautiful legs.
Her gait was elegant and easygoing, with eyes that occasionally flashed a touch of elegance. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World.Site Only
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