Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Chapter 3075: The WorldEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Fang Heng hung up the phone and glanced at the time.

He had been immersed in cultivation for 30 hours without realizing it.

No wonder ordinary warriors lacked enough mental strength and often had to stop and rest after one or two occult mark cultivation sessions.

Fang Heng had no such concern; continuous cultivation had no negative effect on him.

The ointment on his forehead had completely lost its potency and had dried up.

His meridians were not yet fully cleared, but the completion rate had reached 87%.

Fang Heng closed his eyes again to sense his condition.

After his mental strength gathered into the meridians, the flow speed noticeably increased.

Impressive!

The faster flow meant that the triggering speed of mental strength increased, and the consumption during use decreased.

No wonder many magic scholars were said to rely on occult studies as a support.

This improvement did not directly show up in numerical values.

Fang Heng stopped cultivating, stood up, and looked around.

Over a hundred zombie clones had already expanded their digging below and around the villa.

The excavated stone rubble was thoroughly crushed by Abe Akaya’s vines, then bagged and piled at the edges.

He still needed to figure out how to handle the construction waste later.

He decided to deal with it after returning.

Fang Heng went upstairs to the second floor, took a shower, and met up with An Qian to head to the martial arena.

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Within the inner city area of the Seven Realms Martial Capital, there were a total of 128 arenas of various sizes.

Most of these arenas were funded and built by the seven dominant powers and were open to the public for a fee.

It was said the charges were high.

The arenas also charged admission for viewing matches.

Many warriors came to watch to observe the strength changes of potential opponents.

The interior structure of the arenas was somewhat like large football stadiums, except that the arenas were fully enclosed, and the central war zone was relatively smaller.

An Qian verified Fang Heng’s identity and led him into the backstage lounge.

”Mr. Fang Heng, this is Elder Dilan.”

Fang Heng cupped his fists toward the Noel Clan elder.

Having attended so many lessons in the Noel Clan, proper etiquette was necessary.𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Elder Dilan looked kind and courteous, chuckled softly, and waved his hand.

”A newly promoted warrior, not bad. Sorry to call you here so late and interrupt your rest. There was an unexpected situation.”

”As a warrior of the Noel Clan, it is my duty,” Fang Heng nodded. ”This is my first time participating in combat. I will follow your arrangements.”

”Good, good. Come, sit and talk.”

Elder Dilan gestured for Fang Heng to sit down, then nodded and said, ”The difficulty of this competition isn’t high. There are seven newcomers trained by the Noel Clan, and in addition, two martial artists like you who were recruited from outside will also be participating.”

”Since it’s your first battle, don’t worry too much about winning or losing. Just experience it.”

”All right.”

Fang Heng agreed verbally but didn’t intend to lose.

He wanted to finish the three monthly wins early so he could have more time for focused training afterward.

Elder Dilan was not very concerned about the match results either, treating it as training and paying more attention to instructing the newcomers.

After all, they were the main future combat strength of the Noel Clan.

Soon, it was time to enter.

Everyone moved into the war zone.

Only then did Fang Heng notice many spectators filled the martial arts arena, with over 70% occupancy.

As he entered, a roar of cheers erupted.

Fang Heng sat with his team beside the war zone.

An Qian could not enter and waited in the passageway of the waiting area.

After a short while, the host announced both sides’ entrances and the start of the battle.

The opponent was not one of the seven major overlords of the universe, but rather a race from a mid-sized power.

”Brother, what a coincidence, are you here just to take part for fun too?”

Fang Heng turned to the young man who spoke and found his face somewhat familiar.

Right, he was one of the warriors who had passed the preliminary test alongside him.

”Taking part for fun?”

”Yeah, brother, don’t you know?”

Liu Hu shook his head and whispered, ”I heard they originally planned for three mid-tier warriors, but two were suddenly poached and couldn’t participate. There was no time to find replacements, so the elder decided to give up.”

”You see, no mid-tier players are involved in this mission, all are newcomers. It’s obviously just to train the rookies.”

”Is that so...”

Fang Heng looked at the young people in the waiting area and asked, ”Then why do you still waste time participating?”

Liu Hu grimaced helplessly, ”Other teams don’t want me. We lost the first match, and I haven’t gotten a chance since. I figured coming here and getting familiar with the elders might help me get chosen next time.”

Fang Heng frowned silently.

It sounded like life was tough for new warriors...

”Hmph!”

Another warrior assigned to this mission snorted disdainfully.

”If you all come here with that attitude, I advise you to give up quickly.”

”As warriors, if you think about losing before the fight, how can you walk the martial path?”

Liu Hu’s face reddened upon hearing this.

”I-I didn’t mean that...”

Fan Chen’s eyes gleamed with determination as he continued, ”Even if you might lose in the end, so what? This is your chance to show yourself. Once on the stage, give it your all and leave a strong impression on the elders.”

Liu Hu was inspired by the words and nodded, ”Brother, you’re right. Thank you for the advice.”

Fang Heng said nothing, lifting his gaze toward the duel arena.

The first round was a match between members of their own clans.

”It’s the Kata Clan, not easy to deal with,” Liu Hu observed quietly, ”Their physical constitution is very strong.”

”The Kata Clan’s dimensional level rating is 13 to 35, which is quite high,” Fan Chen commented, ”While the Noel Clan’s rating is 21 to 42, which seems close, but crossing the 20-level threshold makes a noticeable difference.”

”The dimensional strength and racial talent are one thing,” Fan Chen added, ”but individual ability still matters.”

Hearing their conversation, Fang Heng’s heart skipped a beat.

Dimensional strength!?

Other races had dimensional strength too?

Thinking carefully, it made sense.

Other races also had dimensional strength.

No wonder the Shadow Clan’s attributes were stronger than normal races besides their special abilities.

It was probably related to dimensional strength.

He just didn’t know how their dimensional level rating compared to the game’s rating system.

If it was the same standard, then the Noel Clan’s dimensional level strength was even higher than his own?

Fang Heng pondered silently and asked, ”Why do you say dimensional levels fluctuate?”

Fan Chen glanced at Fang Heng, finding it strange that Fang Heng didn’t even know such a basic fact.