Grinding to Become the Master of the Universe

After selecting the area, Lin Yue turned to face Qin Feng.

"Behind this Martial Arts Room is a private deployment pod. We’ll enter it together shortly, and the system will automatically drop us into the zone we just selected."

Her expression turned serious.

"Qin Feng, you need to remember this. From the moment we enter the battlefield, I’ll be your Guardian. I will always stay nearby, but under normal circumstances, I won’t interfere in any of your battles. I will only step in to save you when you’re facing certain death, with your life hanging by a thread."

"When you feel your stamina and Mental Power are running low—less than twenty percent left—you can request an extraction through our private channel at any time. I’ll pull you out immediately and bring you back to this Space Fortress to recover."

"Of course, in an emergency, we can also choose to return directly to the academy."

"This mission has no fixed end time, but our access here is for one year. In other words, you can undergo up to a year of the most intense combat trials here."

"Understood?"

"Understood, ma’am."

An unprecedented fire lit up in Qin Feng’s eyes.

’This is the kind of battle I’ve been craving!’

’This is the stage where I can grow stronger at the fastest possible rate!’

’More importantly, this place has what I desperately need right now—credit points!’

His physical potential, like that of an embryonic Starry Sky Giant Beast, consumed resources at an absurd rate.

In just three days, he had consumed a high-grade Spiritual Energy Potion worth five hundred thousand.

The few resources he had left wouldn’t last much longer.

He desperately needed massive amounts of credit points to exchange for more training resources!

"Good."

Lin Yue saw the hunger in his eyes and nodded. "Then let’s go."

The two of them walked, one after the other, into the deployment area behind the Martial Arts Room.

A deployment pod with a highly futuristic design, shaped like a giant metal egg, sat there silently.

The hatch opened, and they both stepped inside.

The interior was spacious, equipped with dozens of fixed seats and various life-support systems.

The instant they were seated and the hatch closed, they were slammed back into their seats by a powerful force.

The entire deployment pod, like a shell fired from an electromagnetic railgun, accelerated instantly, detached from the Space Fortress’s docking bay, and became a burning meteor, trailing a long tail of fire as it plummeted straight toward the massive, ochre-colored planet below!

Crossing the black void of space, it plunged into the searing clouds of fire created by atmospheric friction. Finally, it broke through the cloud layer, and the landscape below grew increasingly clear.

BOOM—RUMBLE—

A few minutes later, accompanied by a violent tremor and a deafening roar, the deployment pod touched down smoothly on the ground.

Even before the hatch opened, a deafening cacophony of battle cries, savage roars, and the dense thunder of cannons and gunfire assaulted them, pouring madly through the thick alloy hull.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

Countless bullets hammered against the pod’s outer hull like rain, producing a series of dull, rapid impacts.

Apparently, their "airdrop" had immediately attracted the "enthusiastic welcome" of the nearby Green-skins.

"Oh, right. There’s one more thing I forgot to tell you."

Just as tensions reached a breaking point, Lin Yue suddenly turned her head, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.

"The rules only forbid us Martial Artists from using power armor and Spiritual Weapons. But those Green-skinned Orcs? They can use all of it. What you’re about to face is a battlefield filled with a hail of bullets, the roar of cannons, rampaging war-rigs, and even Beastmen wearing ’Scrap-Tek Battle Armor’."

"So be careful. Don’t get your head taken off by a stray bullet the moment you step outside."

"Open the hatch yourself when you’re ready."

Qin Feng froze.

’I really hadn’t considered that.’

He took a deep breath, casting all stray thoughts from his mind. His eyes became incredibly focused.

He tightened his grip on his Alloy Long Spear, strode forward, and pressed the button to open the hatch.

RUMBLE—

The heavy hatch slid slowly apart.

The instant a crack appeared, a torrent of death—a hail of metal slugs capable of shredding steel—poured in!

But Qin Feng was faster.

His mind was laser-focused. Activating the [Dragon Body Technique], he shot out from behind the hatch.

He spun the Long Spear in his hand into an impenetrable wheel of silver light!

[Thousand Soldiers Guarding]!

At the Perfection Realm, his spear arts displayed unparalleled defensive power.

In his hands, the Long Spear transformed into an absolute, watertight barrier.

CLANG-CLANG-CLANG—!

A staccato of crisp metallic sounds rang out, like rain on a tin roof.

He precisely blocked and deflected every single bullet. They didn’t even manage to graze the hem of his clothes.

SWOOSH—!

Just then, a burly figure suddenly leaped out of a trench next to Qin Feng.

He was a burly Martial Artist, wielding a great-axe with a face full of thick whiskers.

He let out a thunderous roar, his great-axe carving a vicious arc through the air, cleaving four or five of the Green-skinned kids—who were still firing wildly at the pod—in half, guns and all!

Green blood and shattered organs instantly splattered across the ground.

Having done this, the Martial Artist glanced back at Qin Feng, raised an eyebrow, and flashed a wide grin.

"You’re fresh out of the pod, brother. Be careful!"

"Keep up!"

He threw out those words without a moment’s hesitation, roared again, and charged toward another wave of Green-skins like a tiger let loose in a flock of sheep.

Qin Feng seized the precious opportunity to quickly scan his surroundings.

The scene before him was enough to shake even his heart of stone.

It was a classic, sprawling plain.

The scorched earth was littered with the burning wreckage of war machines and massive craters.

A pungent stench filled the air—a mix of thick smoke, blood, and ozone.

Not far from him stood several Green-skinned Tribe encampments, crudely constructed from scrap metal and giant beast bones.

Countless Martial Artists were locked in a frenzied melee with several times their number in Green-skins.

The lowest-ranking Green-skinned kids stood around two meters tall, their bodies masses of gnarled, iconic green muscle. In their hands, they held bizarre firearms that were obviously cobbled together from junk—"Scrap-Tek Contraptions"—all while screaming "Waaagh!" and unleashing a mad torrent of firepower.

Mixed in among them were "Scrap-Tek War Rigs"—cobbled together from massive metal rollers and crude armored plates—with heavy machine guns spitting lethal fire.

Then there were the higher-ranking ones: the Level 2 Green Skins.

They generally stood over three meters tall and wore heavy "Scrap-Tek Battle Armor" in the same junkyard style. Some shouldered crude cannons, while others brandished massive Chainsaw Swords fashioned from tank treads.

Farther in the distance, Qin Feng could even see a few colossal figures, nearly five meters tall, that looked like mobile fortresses!

Their armor was thicker and more menacing, with massive totemic banners jutting from their backs. Every step they took made the ground tremble.

Those were the Level 3 Green Skins, with life force indices exceeding 20.0!

The entire battlefield was a giant and efficient meat grinder.

Every second, Green-skins fell screaming, torn to shreds by the blades of the Martial Artists.

And every second, Martial Artists were caught in the crossfire or crushed beneath the wheels of colossal war machines.

But high in the distant sky, Qin Feng could see numerous high-level Martial Artists, like Lin Yue, hovering silently.

They were the Guardians. The moment a Trial Taker was about to die, they would step in and rescue them.

Therefore, the actual death rate for the Martial Artists was extremely low.

But this did not lessen the brutality of the battlefield.

The thunderous battle cries, the savage roars, the deafening blast of firearms... it all mingled together, instantly igniting the battle lust buried deep in Qin Feng’s bones.

He hesitated no longer. Gripping his Long Spear tightly, he shot forward like an arrow from a bow, plunging into the battlefield of blood and fire!

The *Thousand Army Spear* was a Slaughter Skill born from the chaos of massive battlefields.

Here, on a true battlefield, Qin Feng felt completely in his element.

His Long Spear was sometimes a venomous dragon striking from its lair, precisely picking off the gun-wielding Green-skins who posed the greatest threat. At other times, it was an iron wall holding back a river, forming a temporary battle line with the unfamiliar Martial Artists at his side to fend off the Green-skin charge.

No words were needed. A single glance, a subtle movement, and the comrades beside him understood completely.

This silent understanding, forged in the crucible of life and death, was far more effective than any pre-planned tactic.

However, when he finally went up against the armored Level 2 Green Skins, he was in for a brutal reality check.

He targeted a cannon-toting Level 2 Green Skin. With a burst of speed, he lunged forward, his Long Spear becoming a streak of light aimed straight at the creature’s face!

[Flowing Light Chasing Shadow]!

CLANG!

A crisp clang.

To his shock, his spear tip only left a shallow white scratch on the creature’s crude faceplate before being knocked back by the tremendous recoil.

"WAAAGH!"

Enraged, the Level 2 Green Skin roared, tossed aside the cannon on its shoulder, and pulled out a massive cleaver fashioned from an engine block. It brought the blade crashing down on Qin Feng’s head!

Qin Feng was forced into a clumsy dodge, using his spear’s reach to keep his distance and skirmish with the beast.

He discovered that the Defense Power of the armor forged by the Green-skinned Technicians with their "Scrap-Tek Power" was far beyond anything he had imagined.

He would have to strike the exact same spot repeatedly and precisely just to have a chance of breaching its defense.

All the while, he had to constantly watch out for sniper shots, stray artillery shells, and surprise attacks from other Green-skins.

It was an incredibly grueling fight.