"Brother, which unit are you from?" a young soldier asked Han Sen, who was sitting next to him, in the preparation area of the military tournament.
"I'm a cook from the warship," Han Sen said.
When the young soldier heard Han Sen say that he was a soldier from the warship, he thought that he was an elite unit. Who knew that Han Sen would say that he was a cook? His expression suddenly became strange.
It wasn't that the cook was bad, but the training of the cook soldiers in the general army wasn't as good as that of ordinary soldiers. It was understandable that they were weaker in actual combat.
"Hehe, you guys sure are awesome. Isn't it too casual to send a cook soldier to participate in the tournament?" The young soldier didn't mean any harm. He was just joking.
"Isn't it because the other squads are busy? Only our cook squad is free, so they sent me here," Han Sen said with a smile.
"Actually, we're just here to join in the fun. We still have to rely on Zheng Yuze for this tournament. I hope he can suppress the Tiger of Blueblood and bring glory to our Southwest Military Region," said the young soldier.
"Zheng Yuze?"
Han Sen thought for a moment. He seemed to have heard this name before. He was one of the two candidates for the guard position.
After chatting with the young soldier for a while, the resting area suddenly quieted down. Everyone was looking in the same direction. Han Sen looked in that direction, too. He saw a very strong man striding towards them. His whole body gave off an oppressive aura. When people looked into his eyes, they felt like running away.
"The Tiger of Blueblood, Teuil …" A group of soldiers in the Southwest Military Region whispered.
Teuil's black eyes scanned the faces of the soldiers in the resting area. Finally, he fixed his eyes on the face of a forty-year-old veteran. He asked seriously, "Are you Zheng Yuze?"
"I am." Zheng Yuze nodded slightly.
"Very good," Teuil said. He found a seat nearby and didn't say anything else.
After all, he wasn't from this military region and didn't have any friends here. He just sat there with his eyes closed.
When Han Sen saw Teuil's expression, he knew that Teuil regarded him and the other competitor as passersby. He believed that only Zheng Yuze had the ability to attract his attention.
Han Sen didn't care. After all, everything depended on strength. Since he thought highly of him, he wouldn't let him grow any fatter.
The competition soon began. The participating soldiers lined up and entered the competition grounds. Then, they saw a black mass of soldiers and officers lined up neatly. The scene was indeed indescribably spectacular.
The Southwest Galaxy Military Region consisted of two major galaxies, the Sigri Galaxy and the Southern Sanxuan Galaxy, and sixteen smaller galaxies.
Apart from the Sigri Galaxy and the Southern Sanxuan Galaxy, which had a large number of habitable planets, the other sixteen smaller galaxies only had one or two bases that could be garrisoned.
Most of them were uninhabitable planets and a small number of mineral planets.
Among all the military regions, the Southwest Military Region was relatively small. However, it had hundreds of millions of troops. Only a small portion of the representatives could come here, but it was already shocking enough.
The reason why humans could dominate the universe was not only because of their intelligence, but also because of their numbers.
After all, it wasn't a private competition. The military competition wasn't a one-on-one duel. There were many different training events.
The first event was to test one's strength. A strength tester was placed directly on the field, like a huge drum.
The soldiers could use any method to hit the drum, and the display on the drum would show the strength value of the hit. The higher the value, the better the result.
Although a poor result wouldn't disqualify them, they could still participate in the following events. However, the final result was cumulative. If they couldn't get into the top four, they wouldn't be able to participate in the final one-on-one duel.
Soon, under the thunderous cheers of the soldiers, the first round of the strength test began. The soldiers who were called went up one by one to hit the tester.
Han Sen watched for a while. After all, they were all elites of their respective units. Most of them had reached a strength of over a hundred. However, most of them were between a hundred and a hundred and five. None of them performed very well.
Although it was a military competition, the age of the soldiers was limited. In addition, some special units did not participate in such a competition.
Soon, it was Teuil's turn. All the soldiers focused their eyes on him. Even the spectators were not as enthusiastic as before. They stared at Teuil's score.
Tie Yi did not feel nervous at all under the gazes of so many people, as if nothing had happened. He walked to the drum and punched the drum without any help.
Dong!
A loud noise hurt people's eardrums. Then the score on the display in the middle of the drum jumped quickly and finally stopped at 113.7584.
Everyone could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. This kind of power was very frightening even among evolvers.
Sacred-blood evolvers had a basic fitness of thirty. If they maxed out on basic, primitive and mutant geno points in Second God's Sanctuary, they could reach around ninety.
To reach a fitness of one hundred and ten, they would need at least forty or fifty sacred geno points, which was close to maxing out on all the geno points of an evolver.
The faces of all the participating soldiers changed. Zheng Yu's face was even more solemn. This kind of power had an extremely strong oppressive force.
However, in Han Sen's opinion, this was not Teuil's strongest strength. If Teuil tried his best, he should be able to improve.
"It seems that Teuil is stronger than I thought. I hope my strength can break his defense. Otherwise, it will be troublesome," Han Sen thought to himself.
If there was a difference of more than thirty percent in fitness, there would be an oppressive effect. For example, Han Sen could not even break the eyes of the Golden Howler because of the difference in fitness.
However, Han Sen's fitness had reached over one hundred. After using Heresy Mantra and Overload, he could reach the level of Teuil's punch.
What Han Sen was worried about was Teuil's Super Diamond Body. After all, it was one of the top ten hyper geno arts.
After a while, it was Zheng Yuze's turn to go on stage. Zheng Yuze came in front of the drum, took a deep breath, roared, and punched the drum fiercely.
Bang!
The number 114.2584 appeared on the screen, which was immediately followed by thunderous applause. This number was even better than Tie Yi, the Tiger of Blueblood, which boosted the morale of the soldiers of the Southwest Legion.