Tempest of the Stellar War

Chapter 1100: The Realm of the Demon King

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Bolet, you’re very interested in this kid, right? There are few kids with such guts nowadays.” Lya Sphinx’s General Dooley chortled, his cigar puffing smoke. Kids who dared to make bold declarations in front of Lady Kashawen these days were rare indeed.

Outsiders called Kashawen the Iron Fisted Prime Minister, but that was a euphemism. Her opponents called her Medusa, the most dangerous snake woman in human mythology.

“Perhaps Aslan’s cyborg Zergs have some flaw!” Bolet stroked his beard stubble.

“Oh? Does that possibility exist?” Dooley smiled. Although they were chatting, their attention was completely focused on the situation unfolding on screen.

11 cyborg Zergs pounced madly on Wang Zheng. The generals, Zhang Zhun, and the concealed ambushers who had yet to give up – all were shocked. Because until now, Wang Zheng stood as though petrified... Even if you were made of iron and steel, you would have been shredded. Humans needed time to act and react!

Boom...

Peng, peng, peng, peng...

The 11 cyborg Zergs suddenly clattered to the ground as though cursed. And they rolled on the ground like upended turtles, collapsing.

Immediately, a hush fell on the forest. The wind blew through, and the leaves rustled and whispered, adding to the strangeness of the situation.

Wang Zheng acted as though nothing had happened. He took his titanium blade and pierced the worms’ heads through. The thigh’s flavor was a little better, but a pity that these cyborg Zergs had no meat left on their thighs. Then the portion where the head met the forehead was better.

Food was the other issue for this survival. Eat everything edible. Of course, to keep one’s energy up, bark and other things were not good choices.

Wang Zheng cracked open the Zerg shells with practiced efficiency, removing the disgusting goo. He took what looked like a tendon and speared it on his knife, then slowly returned to his original spot to barbeque it.

Rotating the titanium blade’s handle, a small bottle fell out. Inside was common salt. To the human body, this was necessary in most environments.

“Put some on, the flavor’s not bad. Wanna try?”

Zhang Zhun nodded mutely. Norton Star was also a planet that had been invaded by Zergs, and had a long history. As SIG captain, he had been trained in such survival skills.

Only, Zhang Zhun was unable to tuck in with as much gusto as Wang Zheng.

What had just happened? How could it be?

In an instant, all had fallen. This was something that only Ability X could achieve, not physical techniques. But there had been no Ability X response, and it was not possible to use Ability X. Even if he had used it, it could not be without making a sound.

As Zhang Zhun munched, his estimation of Wang Zheng continued to rise. Was this the Greatest King of Elite Academy X?

Perhaps those who thought of challenging him were naive.

Wang Zheng must have used some skill, but even he, up close, could not detect it.

A few more ambushers disappeared. Perhaps they knew their limits now.

Bolet laughed. “This punk’s getting more and more scary.”

Back then at IG, Wang Zheng had still been green. Although he had been strong, his aura was not concentrated. He had overdone it at times. At SIG, his control was flawless, and it was impossible to guess his mind.

Suddenly, Bolet was not too sure of what Wang Zheng was thinking.

From one side, Dooley tapped his cigar. “Looks like the Aslan people are in for a tough time.”

Although neither knew how Wang Zheng had done it, they could confirm that Wang Zheng had found a way to deal with the Zergs, and very effortlessly.

As a mechanist, Wang Zheng was very familiar with mechanical commands. Wang Zheng was as good as anyone in his understanding of the Zergs. All kinds and types. The key was that his understanding was above average. After analysis, Wang Zheng was very clear of the working principles of cyborg Zergs.

His senses could determine the position of the chip. All he needed was a subtle energy disruption to wreck everything. Such cyborg Zergs were a complete failure in Wang Zheng’s eyes.

If it was hoped that these things would replace abyss Zergs to fight in the abyss, the results would be painful to watch.

Perhaps the Zergs would not discover it immediately, but their propensity for learning and discovery were definitely capable of finding this flaw. With their multiple attack patterns, they would evolve to have similar attacks without much difficulty.

He looked at Zhang Zhun staring mouth agape, as though he was some monster.

Wang Zheng smiled. “A technological flaw. They have a command node in their bodies. Just wreck it and you’re done.”

Wang Zheng made a finger gun.

Dooley and Bolet exchanged looks. Sounded easy, but first you had to locate it. The command node was hidden well, and while his Ability X was inhibited, how would he proceed?

Physical attacks would be ineffectual. And violent shocks would be hard pressed to target it as well.

But Wang Zheng had made it sound easy, and did not even treat it as a secret.

Zhang Zhun knew that this was confidence. Even if he had known the principle, he would be unable to do it. There was more than just one or two problems here. The way he saw it, cyborg Zergs were monsters, and he could see it no other way.

“Will the Aslan military work on this problem?”

“That’s beyond our concern. Get some sleep. I think we can expect another busy night.”

Saying so, Wang Zheng leaned on the tree and shut his eyes. He widened his perimeter. They had all retreated. Of course, he did not think that these people would just vanish like that, just that they were changing tactics.

Solo challenge?

Wang Zheng would not be that naive. Perhaps in the future his opponents would be completely unscrupulous, but he was looking forward to it.

But the remaining week was very calm. Wang Zheng had not been attacked. Of course, leaders on island A had fought, but it was fairly moderate. The weaker ones would prioritize hiding, and it was hard to find them. And even if they were weaker, that did not mean they were helpless. After all, it was overly strict that a leader’s elimination would eliminate their team. Those who were stronger were even more prudent, because it was easy to get tripped up in such an environment. The chances of a sneak attack were amplified, and they were the most obvious target.

Alliances had started to form, but all sides were exceptionally careful before engaging. These SIG leaders were all very clever. Even if you defeated the most leaders, and took the most tags, what did that count for?

Nothing at all, besides exposing your own abilities to the maximum, and treading on many toes. If you lost in the main competition, there was nothing to resent, but in such a place, they saw each other all too frequently.

Even the strongest groupings were in name as well. Just to ensure that they could enter the main competition.

A few strong groups had begun to emerge.

1. Aslan four man team

Aslan people loved to ally too much. Di Maria, Lin Feng, Qiankun Zadeh, and... Lear.

It was said that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Such thinking was not accurate. The key was Lear himself. He had taken the initiative to approach these three. Di Maria and Lear were not on bad terms, as they both had Wang Zheng as a common enemy. Additionally, Lear’s “amiability power” had put the Aslan people at ease. In just a few days, Lear had not only ingratiated himself with Di Maria, but had also found common ground with Lin Feng and Qiankun Zadeh.

Honestly, Wang Zheng was a loser. They could not stand losers turning the tables. But Lear was from an old family on Earth. Deep down, the Aslan people were very respectful of rich histories and civilizations. Besides, Lear was capable, and his aura was neither weak nor outstanding. The Aslan people hated bootlickers, nor those who were arrogant. They liked Lear’s type, who could support without stealing the limelight.

All four had a tag each. Given that half were already eliminated, this was enough, and the members’ side could be even more at ease. The Saruman Snake battle team could only dream of making it through a month.

First, they secured their own passes. Next, they would deal with Wang Zheng.

But Lear had put a different opinion up, which was to wait for the last few days before making their move.

“What if Wang Zheng is finished off by others?” Qiankun Zadeh evidently wanted to finish off Wang Zheng personally.

Lear smiled. “Di Maria, given your understanding of Wang Zheng’s physical abilities, does he look like someone who dies easily?”

Di Maria shook his head. “In normal circumstances, one on one, no one is his match.”

Lin Feng and Qiankun Zadeh did not show discontent, and maintained neutral expressions. Clearly, they would not take Di Maria’s judgement wholesale. At this level, the opinion of others was just a reference point.