Chapter 870: The Whole Legion Is Convinced
Under the extremely regretful gazes of the many magic researchers—
After Ling Zhan finished dismantling and reassembling the magical tech equipment, he left and returned to the training field.
All members of the Demon-Slaying Legion were training here.
And they were even more diligent than before Ling Zhan arrived.
The reason was simple.
Ling Zhan had set a rule for them.
A monthly trial examination.
Anyone who failed or couldn't pass the trial had to obediently leave the legion.
As for how members trained during this period—slacking or idling—Ling Zhan didn't care.
If this method was used in an ordinary legion, probably many would be forced out.
After all, members of regular legions were composed of various Professionals, most recruited from the outside world—adventurers and bounty hunters.
If they weren't bound by strict rules and tempered through harsh conditions, they wouldn't amount to much.
But Ling Zhan's legion was no ordinary one.
As a top-tier legion gathering young geniuses from every Kingdom, if Ling Zhan still had to babysit and supervise, how was it different from a regular legion?
This was a den of wolves—
Not a kennel.
Ling Zhan didn't need to watch over these members.
If they wanted to train, they trained. If they wanted to slack off, they slacked.
He only had one job—to assess them.
Fail the assessment? Sorry, you're not qualified to stay in this legion. Get lost.
So...
Now the members of the Demon-Slaying Legion were incomparably motivated, training with utmost effort.
No one wanted to be expelled.
Moreover—
Most who stayed here came from ordinary backgrounds.
These talented individuals without connections only had one path to success:
Kill!!
Carve out a bloody road on the perilous and brutal battlefield of Ten Thousand Demons!
Kill their way to fame and glory!
Even if it meant a near-certain death!
If successful, their merits would let them establish their own legacy—they'd become nobles themselves!
Now they were executing the fortress assault mission that could open the gates to the Ten Thousand Demons' abyss. If they succeeded, this batch of death-defying members would gain supreme honor and glory.
All things considered—
Now, aside from eating and sleeping, the entire Demon-Slaying Legion trained relentlessly.
Also—
This was real combat training.
Although they wouldn't die or lose levels, getting seriously injured in battle was routine.
So the training grounds constantly rang with the cries of bleeding, heavily injured members.
Yet after the priest healers patched them up, they gritted their teeth and charged back in.
"Although these are all low-ranking members, their training spirit is praiseworthy."
As Ling Zhan entered the training field, his sharp ears caught this comment.
Looking around, he saw five overwhelmingly powerful figures standing by the edge of the training ground.
Although they had set their info panels to private, Ling Zhan's SS-grade Eye of Appraisal easily saw through all their data.
Before Ling Zhan could even approach—
The brawny man radiating boiling dragon blood grumbled, "What a pity for these geniuses, having to follow a foolish commander to their deaths!"
The implication was clear—he felt sorry for the members.
As those words fell—
Ling Zhan's expression remained unchanged.
At that moment—
Meng Shuang, who was sparring with members and had already injured hundreds, sensed her master's presence. Her gem-like eyes lit up, and she cheerfully waved and called out, "Master! Over here!"
With that shout—
Swish!!
All the members who were seriously training turned and snapped to a salute. All 2,000 voices rang out thunderously:
"Greetings, Instructor Ling!"
This awe-inspiring sight—
Made the five powerful spectators' eyes narrow. Their expressions grew complicated as they turned toward Ling Zhan.
Their complex expressions stemmed from disbelief: over 2,000 members showed such respect to a non-specialist!
Bear in mind, in their previous generation of the Demon-Slaying Legion, even facing a level 197 chief instructor, many high-ranking members were openly defiant.
Looking through the Demon-Slaying Legion's history—
Almost no chief instructor had ever earned the full respect of all members.
The reason was simple—
These top geniuses had already reached level 180+ in their twenties, some nearing 190.
While each instructor might be a dozen levels higher, they were often several centuries old.
To these monstrous talents, the instructors were just relics who got their level through time.
Why should they respect that?
If you're really capable, lower your level to match mine and beat me in a duel!
These members were called monsters for a reason—they were hundreds of times stronger than normal Professionals.
Crushing them at the same level?
Pure fantasy.
Because of that—
Many chief instructors eventually couldn't take it and resigned.
They couldn't handle it.
Nor did they have the strength to.
You could imagine just how unbearable the chief instructor position in the Demon-Slaying Legion was—hardly any powerhouses lasted.
Though the role held immense authority—
And tremendous networking potential—
No one had successfully held it.
Initially, many level-190+ powerhouses eyed this position.
After all, if they could train these geniuses, they'd be their instructor forever!
In the future, even meeting on the street, these elites would respectfully greet them.
Even if those elites held high positions!
Yet now—
Something that many top powerhouses failed to do was achieved by a non-specialist in his 160s!?
What shocked the five observers even more—
Even the famously elite Mordess, Ye Qingling, and Bazel—top ten geniuses of the legion—greeted this young chief instructor with sincere respect.
This...
To them, was utterly shocking and incomprehensible.
Completely beyond expectations!
These five were top-tier special ops team members stationed at Mohr Fortress.
They were also the ones who wanted to meet Ling Zhan.