Summoning Players into My Game

Now, seeing such a large group of people here, it's like a virtual reality all-star game. Just thinking about the upcoming competition is terrifying.

Bear in mind, currently Descent of High Martial only has one thousand players in total; the gathering of these stars has over a hundred, with experts whose fame rivals Chen Ya and Li Ranxing's, likely numbering more than thirty. It's simply several times scarier than the national mecha competition.

One Leaf Floating Cloud noticed Ye Qinglu suddenly growing solemn and asked, "Sis? Is there something wrong with those newcomers?"

Ye Qinglu was looking in the direction of a dozen muscular men, unusually somewhat uniformly around the age of twenty-five, with a sharpness about them that's visibly not typical of players.

These dozen or so people were gathered together, and because the basement was so crowded and noisy, it was impossible to hear what they were saying.

"Nothing." Ye Qinglu returned to her usual calm demeanor and smiled at the newcomers, "I just didn't expect these professionals would come to play games."

"Professionals?" One Leaf Floating Cloud looked puzzled at the dozen muscular men.

"Yes, professional battle maniacs," Ye Qinglu didn't hold back, directly stating, "If I'm not mistaken, they're likely Cosmic Mercenaries."

"Cosmic Mercenaries?" One Leaf Floating Cloud glanced at the dozen muscular men in disbelief, "Why would they come to play Descent of High Martial?"

In this era of universal exploration, there are many companies developing various planetary resources. Naturally, these valuable resources in the vast universe attract lawbreakers.

And because of the emergence of these culprits, the Cosmic Mercenary industry, similar to security companies, gradually arose. You could say being a Cosmic Mercenary is a totally genuine profession, one that licks blood from a knife's edge every day.

It's hard to imagine such a group coming to play Descent of High Martial.

"They're probably here to train newbies." Ye Qinglu speculated as she watched the muscular men, who, despite their sharp aura, still lacked a certain bloody air, "Descent of High Martial's virtual reality is 100%, allowing these mercenaries to maximize their battlefield experience, which no other game offers."

"This game is really getting more competitive." One Leaf Floating Cloud also felt a bit of a headache looking at the muscular men.

Competing with a group of professional gamers in the game is one thing, but now even people from outside the game are coming in to compete, making this game simply unplayable.

And indeed, as Ye Qinglu had predicted, the dozen muscular men were together until a lean man about the same age as Fang Zhen appeared in the basement, and the group gathered around him.

"Instructor, a total of one hundred people signed up this time, seventeen of us got in." A vigorous young man reported.

"Here, you don't need to call me Instructor, just call me by my ID Dark Judgment, or Captain," the lean man glanced at the trainees and was quite satisfied, "Seventeen people out of one hundred made it in, indicating this batch has decent physical qualities, able to compete with those who study digging holes every day."

"Captain, what should we do next?" one trainee curiously asked.

Their instructor, Dark Judgment, was known as a devil in the Mercenary Realm, with under a ten percent graduation rate for trainees who successfully pass through the program.

Because of its fame, any graduates have some reputation in the Mercenary Realm, so many people are eager to join this training. These hundred people went through rigorous assessments to finally get in.

Yet, upon entering the devil instructor's training class, thinking it would be some sort of brutal training, the first thing they had to do was enter a game, which seemed like a joke.

And Descent of High Martial's test assessment was bizarre, they had to dig holes to gain qualification. They'd never played such a tough game.

The players wanting to play this game were simply a bunch of lunatics.

They were mercenaries, training every day, with excellent physical fitness, yet under these circumstances, only seventeen of them were selected. They could hardly believe these people were gamers.

Even more unimaginable was that playing a game now required such physical qualities.

"We'll have to wait until the Hall Master finishes speaking." Dark Judgment looked toward Lin Qi coming down.

"The Hall Master? Is this an NPC of the game?" The trainees also looked at Lin Qi.

With Lin Qi's arrival, a pressure akin to a mountain of Qi and Blood immediately filled the room, causing the new recruits, whose physical condition was not even that of an apprentice, to fall to the ground, unable to move an inch. Even the apprentice-level veteran players struggled to remain standing, while only the Martial Artist players felt a significant burden but were still somewhat able to move.

For a moment, the place became incredibly quiet, with no noise or conversation. Everyone looked toward Lin Qi.

"Welcome to the honorable Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall. From today on, you are official disciples of the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall." Lin Qi said the NPC's lines he had long wanted to say, delivering them word by word, "However, even though you have become disciples of the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, you still need to prove whether you have the qualifications to become glorious Black Obsidian disciples."