There was nothing wrong that day, Wang Le was raising his energy in his tent in his residence, waiting for the start of the vampire hunting training mission.

The next morning, Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge came to find Wang Le together. After the three of them had enough food and drink, they followed the trial team, led by Luo Xiong, and arrived at the school ground east of the army camp.

With no clouds under the clouds, the rising sun in late autumn looks very gentle this morning, giving people a warm feeling.

This made Wang Le, who was in a tense and excited atmosphere, still relaxed and calm as always, enjoying this cool autumn weather.

With flagpoles as thick as arms, it is fenced to form a large school ground with an area of ​​about six football fields. The ground is covered with fine sand and gravel, which looks very flat and is completely visible, making it look particularly wide.

Wang Le glanced at the dense flagpoles around the schoolyard. There were scarlet red flags, but no divine beast, real dragon, fluttering in the wind in the sun, making a sound of frightening sounds.

Invisibly, the entire school ground was particularly solemn and depressing, and this also caused the members of the trial team who came in to be unconsciously affected. The calm emotions began to rise and fall.

After a while, after the members of the trial team standing in the parade on the school ground gradually recovered, they also had the intention to look at the arrangements around them.

School grounds like this where large troops conduct daily martial arts training are bound to be built to host training and instructors to rest and work, such as the parade platform in front of the members of the trial team, and a continuous pergola in the corner of the school ground next to it.

Today, because of the existence of the trial team, there were no groups of warriors and warriors entering the field to practice, so it seemed very quiet and empty, and there was no popularity.

But this could not stop Wang Le from fantasizing about the spectacular scene of the spear forming a forest and the mysterious armor shining.

Just as Wang Le narrowed his eyes and was a little distracted, the fat man next to him touched Master Wang with his arm, and then pointed to the middle of the training ground in the distance, erecting a black stone tablet of seven or eight meters high and two meters wide.

Wang Le followed the yellow fat man's gaze and turned his eyes to the dark black stone tablet.

With a look, Wang Le saw clearly that the stone tablet had a pure white font name written on it.

If it's just like that, it's finest. The best thing is that these names are moving up and down, alternating with each other, not fixed in the original position.

Only the few larger pure white fonts on the top of the stone tablet have not been moved and fixed there.

"The Xuan-level combat merit list." The fat man next to him looked at the stone tablet and whispered.

Wang Le's heart moved and said, "The Xuan-level military merit list we see now is the back of the stone tablet. If you guessed correctly, then the front of the stone tablet should be the Earth-level military merit list."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Ge, who was standing on the other side of Wang Le, said: "Third brother, you guessed it right. The front and back sides of this war merit monument are the Earth-level war merit list and the Xuan-level war merit list."

Wang Le smiled and nodded, then asked, "Didn't you say that you have prepared a ranking of military merits for the trial team? Why didn't you see it?"

Zheng Ge shook his head and said, "I don't know this either. I can only wait until those seniors of the heavenly level come to reveal the answer."

Fatty Huang, who was still staring at the Xuan-level military merit list, said in surprise: "Why don't I know any of the Xuan-level powerful men in the top three military merit list?"

At this time, the members of the nearby trial team were as shocked as Fatty Huang, because they also did not know the top three Xuan-level powerhouses.

Everyone couldn't help but whisper to this.

"I just counted carefully and only ranked in the top 50 in the Xuan-level combat merit list, and the scores behind each name are ranked in an orderly manner, but I don't know most of the Xuan-level powerful people!"

"Where do these Xuan-level powerhouses come out? Why don't I recognize them? It's a hell!"

"Hey, although Hu Yuanlin is not young, he is also a late-stage Xuan-level strongman who has been famous for a long time. There are only a handful of people who can beat him in the same level, but he didn't even enter the top twenty!"

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For a moment, except for the situation, Wang Dashao, who didn't know much about the martial arts world, all the members of the trial team were confused by the Xuan-level military merit list on the stone tablet, which was completely beyond their expectations.

What followed was that the pressure of these trial team members increased greatly, especially the names of those strange Xuan-level powerful men, which made them feel a deep sense of crisis invisibly.

Fatty Huang put away his gaze at the black stone tablet, and said to Wang Le and Zheng Ge with a serious expression: "It seems that these names that are very strange to us are also unfamiliar to other trial team members."

"Then the only explanation I can think of brother is that they are all hidden trump cards from all large and small sects in the martial arts world, and now they have finally come out."

Zheng Ge said with an indifferent look: "So what? No matter how powerful these Xuan-level powerful men are, they have no competition with our trial team. Then we will be another ranking of military merits."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said quietly: "When you go to the battlefield, you can't say anything. You disciples from famous sects all carry good things in the stones on your bodies, a typical mobile treasure house."

"Uh!" Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge were stunned for a moment, and then their scalp became numb, and they didn't know what to say.

Because Wang Le suddenly inserted the sentence, the potential danger that the two had not yet imagined.

Fatty Huang couldn't help but whisper: "When you go to the battlefield, you have to not only hunt vampires, but also guard against your own family. In the end, they are all enemies. This is really a fucking headache!"

At this time, several nearby members of the trial team also heard Wang Le and the other three whispers, their faces became a little bad, and their eyes were even more filled with a deep light of worry.

For young geniuses like these unfamiliar Xuan-level powerhouses on the Xuan-level war merit rankings, they are just time bombs, and they may explode at any time, and they will have no place to cry when they are crying.

At this moment, some people in the trial team finally realized that the training task of hunting vampires was not as simple as it seems.

Wang Le didn't say anything more to Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge about this. After all, this kind of thing has happened and is destined to be unable to change. He can only adapt and overcome it by relying on himself as much as possible.

Of course, there is no adaptation and overcoming for Wang Le.

Once you go to the battlefield, there is no distinction between the so-called vampire and the alliance army, because in Wang Le’s eyes, there is only the enemy. As long as you are an enemy, you can kill him.

However, the premise of all this is that one's own strength must be strong enough.

Wang Le asked himself that with this ability, he could run rampant on the battlefield without any obstacles and faced with the enemy without fear!
Chapter completed!