109: Chapter 109 The Lone Figure

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing.

It was a surveillance feed from a camera set up high in the ruins.

In the footage, a cyan figure was soaring straight up into the twilight sky!

The figure was not large; compared to those massive ferocious beasts, it was pitifully small.

Yet, its flight trajectory was so bizarre that one could not look away.

It hugged the edge of the battlefield, using the fierce winds stirred up by the wind-type ferocious beasts below and the smoke created by the Raven Flock to ascend silently.

It flew extremely stealthily, almost grazing the rooftops, making it hard for anyone to notice.

It also flew extremely fast, and under the cover of the smoke and wind, it was like a true ghost.

If the angle of this camera hadn't happened to capture the distant cyan figure while filming Wang Zhuo's falling form, and if their paths hadn't intersected for a fleeting moment, then no one would have noticed it at all.

Because the angle at which it cut into the battlefield was too tricky.

So tricky that it seemed to have a thorough understanding of the entire battlefield situation.

So tricky that it seemed every step had been precisely calculated.

The young staff officer stared fixedly at the figure, his voice trembling:

"What... what is he trying to do?"

The old staff officer stood up abruptly, leaning in toward the screen with eyes wide open.

Then, his pupils contracted sharply.

Because the figure had already burst out of the smoke, clearly exposed in the frame.

It was a youth.

Riding a large cyan-green bird.

Behind him, nine cyan energy phoenix tails swayed gracefully in the sky.

The scene was breathtakingly beautiful.

But what the old staff officer saw was not the nine phoenix tails.

Instead, it was the youth's energy rank.

The data clearly displayed in the corner of the screen—

Bronze Rank!

Huh?

Bronze Rank?!

The old staff officer opened his mouth wide, unable to speak for a long time.

The entire staff department was dead silent.

Bronze Rank?

A Bronze Rank youth, rushing into the battlefield at a time like this?

Was he crazy?!

"Where... where is he going?" someone muttered.

No one answered.

Because everyone had already seen it.

The direction the cyan figure was rushing toward was exactly the sky where the Raven King was located.

An unreal doubt rose in everyone's hearts again.

Bronze?

How could this possibly be Bronze?!

In the General Staff Department, those high-ranking officers who had seen all kinds of storms were completely dumbfounded at this moment.

They stared fixedly at the cyan figure soaring straight up on the screen, staring at the energy rank data displayed in the corner, their eyes full of disbelief.

Bronze Rank.

It was truly, undeniably, Bronze Rank.

"Such a good opportunity, such excellent combat opportunity seizing ability..." a staff officer muttered, "How can it be Bronze?"

"Even Silver Rank would be fine!" another staff officer lamented, "What can a Bronze Rank do up there?"

"Not to mention whether he can find the Raven King's location. Even Wang Zhuo fell for the tricks in that illusion; what does a Bronze Rank have to find it?"

"Even if he finds it, the Raven King is still Gold Rank even if severely injured! What difference does a Bronze Rank's attack power make against a Gold Rank? It's like tickling!"

"Isn't this just messing around?!"

Someone had already started to get angry.

"With such a good opportunity, why not report it? Why not wait for Silver Rank or Gold Rank Beast Tamers to come?"

"He, a Bronze Rank, rushing up there—what is that if not suicide?"

"Wasting the opportunity! Wasting the combat opportunity!"

The old Chief of Staff felt a sense of frustration at this moment, angry that the youth would not live up to expectations.

But anger aside, there was nothing they could do.

Because that figure had already charged into the sky shrouded in silver-gray mist.

They could only watch helplessly.

...

Meanwhile, on the walls of the Outer City, some of the Beast Tamers who were still fighting bitterly also noticed the cyan figure soaring upward.

"Who is that?"

"Can't see clearly... wait, that's Bronze Rank?!"

"A Bronze Rank rushing into that area? Is he crazy?"

"Probably some kid who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, trying to take advantage of the situation."

"Take advantage? Wang Zhuo fell there; a Bronze Rank going to take advantage? That's more like looking for death."

"A pity, so young..."

Sounds of regret rose one after another.

No one was optimistic about the Bronze Rank youth.

Because in everyone's view, a Bronze Rank rushing into a Gold Rank battlefield was no different from a moth flying into a flame.

...

But there was a group of people whose reaction at this moment was completely different.

They were Qin Ce's classmates.

Those who, from freshman to senior year, had witnessed his countless "impossibilities."

Zhao Rui of Gale Squad was the first to recognize the figure.

"That is... Qingluan?!"

He widened his eyes and rubbed them hard, afraid he had seen wrong.

But that cyan-green figure, that unique wing color, that fluid flight posture—it couldn't be wrong.

It was Qin Ce's Pet Beast.

Qingluan.

"Qin Ce?!" The team members beside him also exclaimed, "Didn't he just enter the Inner City? Why did he run back here?"

"And... what is he trying to do? Kill the Raven King?"

Everyone was stunned.

Not long ago, because they had accidentally received rescue from Qin Ce, they had deliberately looked for Qin Ce's rank on the leaderboard, only to see his military merit skyrocketing, rushing into the top fifty.

They all thought that this was already his limit.

After all, as a single-person team, even if he caught and killed ravens, he could at most enter the top thirty.

Impressive as he was, like them, he was just killing ordinary ferocious beasts.

But now.

That figure was rushing toward the Raven King!

Rushing toward the death zone that had just claimed the number one person below Starlight!

"What... what is he trying to do?" a team member asked in a trembling voice.

No one answered.

Because they didn't dare to confirm their own guess.

Wang Zhuo had been defeated; what could he, a Bronze Rank, do by rushing up?

Suicide?

But another thought uncontrollably emerged from their minds.

This person was Qin Ce.

The monster who, just after skipping grades, had single-handedly challenged the entire Thunder Squad.

The ruthless person who, at the training base, had suppressed the entire Elite Class so that no one dared to touch him.

The guy who could always do incredible things when no one was optimistic.

Maybe...

Maybe he could really do it?

As soon as this thought emerged, they themselves felt crazy.

Bronze Rank killing Gold Rank?

And in that desperate situation protected by a beast tide!

How is that possible?

...

Zhao Rui took a deep breath and, as if possessed, took out his squad badge and opened the leaderboard.

His fingers slid across the interface, finding the search bar for "First Battle Institute Special Ops Squad".

He was just about to search.

The result was right below.

In the third-place position.

He saw it.

[First Battle Institute Special Ops Squad No. 02, Thunder Squad, Captain Qin Ce]

[Current Military Merit: 83,000]

Rank: Third!

The entire city's combat sequence below Bronze Rank, third place!!!

Zhao Rui's hands began to tremble.

Eighty thousand.

Third.

A few hours ago, he still had 35,000 military merit.

A few hours ago, he was still 34th.

And now.

He was already standing at the very top of the entire city's combat sequence below Bronze Rank.

"This... what kind of freak is this..."

"What else did he do before this?"

Zhao Rui muttered, his eyes full of complex emotions.

There was shock, admiration, and a faint glimmer of expectation.

Maybe...

Could he really do it?