Chapter 602: I, Ling Zhan, Am No Saint
Take the Dragon Kingdom, for instance.
The Double Ten Plan.
Everyone can attend middle and high school for free.
Every individual can reach level ten, take the class-changing ceremony, and participate in the transfer entrance exams.
All battle academies nationwide, whether first-tier or second-tier, receive allocated resources.
But evil organizations don't work that way.
They are more like raising venomous creatures.
They gather orphans from lawless regions or chaotic and complicated circumstances.
Then, they throw them into a camp and force them to kill each other.
Whoever survives gets a chance to advance to level ten.
This is the first round of selection.
The second round...
After the class change, they are given some basic skills and made to kill each other again.
Those who come out on top are deemed to have combat talent.
Combat talent alone isn't enough.
Their innate abilities must also be strong—any innate abilities below grade B, they're thrown into a harsh secret realm to fend for themselves.
Months later, if they survive, it means that while their innate abilities may be weak, they have the potential to grow—they barely pass.
Only the most talented and ruthless individuals get selected for special cultivation by the evil organizations, using up valuable resources.
To put it bluntly...
Evil organizations cultivate talent through repeated brutal selections, never wasting their resources.
Meanwhile, national cultivation of talent includes geniuses as well as ordinary class-changers.
Those ordinary individuals attend regular battle academies, taking up plenty of resources as well.
So you can see...
The top prodigies in national corps often lag behind the evil organization's top prodigies.
After all, national prodigies grow up being praised, admired, and envied.
The prodigies of evil organizations grow up in ruthless environments.
The difference in strength is inevitable.
At present.
These cult members, who had faced endless hardships and oppression, were finally letting out all their bitterness and resentment here.
Damn it!
Even now, Li Sheng, Otto, and Kuklaite want to use their saintly status to force us to self-destruct?!
Do they still think we're outside, with those old bastards watching over us?
This time, it's our turn to demand you self-destruct!
If these saints blew themselves up, they might even have a chance to make it back to the real world!
The old geezers outside won't know what happened here!
Ling Zhan's spiritual manifestation—two demonic eyes in the sky—looked down upon the cult members turning on each other, and he couldn't help but laugh.
A good show!
This was truly a good show!
No need to rush.
Let's watch this delightful scene of mutual betrayal.
"Hurry up and self-destruct!"
"Or we'll do it for you!"
The demon general glared viciously at Li Sheng, Otto, and Kuklaite.
His eyes filled with fear, fury, and excitement!
Even the saints were brought to this!
"Self-destruct!"
"Self-destruct!"
"Self-destruct!"
Behind the demon general, the other cult members, seeing someone step up to take charge, immediately joined in.
Li Sheng, Otto, and Kuklaite's faces turned incredibly grim.
Just as these guys thought.
In their current form, they were nothing more than spiritual beings; they couldn't crush the cult members like they could in the real world.
In the dream realm, strength lay in the essence of one's soul, not in external levels or power.
Outside.
Li Sheng alone could have crushed these nine people.
But here, in the dream realm, he couldn't even crush a single one!
After all, his spiritual essence had never been tempered.
Now, the three saints exchanged glances, seeing the shock and grim realization in each other's eyes.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Otto's expression was dark.
"Ha! Don't think you can scare us anymore! You think we're cowed by your saintly titles?"
"Get lost! Your so-called saintly authority means nothing to us now!"
The demon general laughed heartily.
Then...
He turned, bowing deeply to the demonic eyes in the sky, his voice full of devotion: "Honorable Ling Zhan, if you spare us, we will become your most loyal subordinates!"
"If you ask us to go east, we will not go west!"
"And the lives of Li Sheng, Otto, and Kuklaite will be our offering to you!"
Hearing this, the rest of the cult members quickly knelt, trembling in fear.
They dared to beg for mercy because they thought it offered a slim chance of survival.
After all, hadn't Ling Zhan spared the Dark Holy Church's Saintess Livia earlier?
"Fools!"
"Do you really think Ling Zhan will spare you?!"
"Think about all the evil you've done!"
Li Sheng sneered.
"What!?"
The demon general immediately stood, shouting at the other cult members, "Brothers! Attack! Let's blow this noisy trash of a saint to pieces!"
With these words.
Boom!!
The spiritual forms of nine cult members charged at Li Sheng, Otto, and Kuklaite!
"Ah!!"
In just half a minute, a scream echoed out.
And then...
Boom!!
The sound of a soul self-destructing reverberated.
The Demon Arrival's infamous saint, feared by all class-changers worldwide, had fallen.
Otto and Kuklaite exchanged glances, then immediately knelt before the cult members who had once been beneath them, pleading for mercy.
What good was sainthood?
In the face of real death, even they begged for their lives, trembling in fear.
The three saints must have cursed David, still struggling against Ling Zhan's invasion, with all their being.
If only they had known...
They would never have trusted that scumbag!!
Dragging them into the dream realm, they had thought Ling Zhan was as good as dead.
But now, it was they who faced imminent doom.
"Beg for mercy?! Too late!"
"You offended Lord Ling Zhan, and your crimes demand death!"
The demon general waved his hand.
All the cult members charged again!
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Two more screams.
Otto and Kuklaite's spiritual forms self-destructed, blossoming like two radiant fireworks in the dream world.
The demon general didn't care whether Ling Zhan would spare him. He knelt toward the sky, bowing.
All the cult members did the same.
Ling Zhan watched, sneering coldly.
Mercy?!
Did these worthless scumbags deserve it?!
Just as Li Sheng had said.
Had they done any less evil?
Should a few pleas spare them?
Sorry.
I, Ling Zhan, am no saint!!
"David, it's your turn to die!"
At that moment.
Ling Zhan's thunderous voice finally echoed.
First, he would kill this so-called master of the dream realm, then eliminate the scum below!
This deathmatch would be brought to a perfect conclusion!