The team member protecting Fang Xin was startled.

He subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Upon seeing that figure, he was once again stunned.

"Are you brought by Instructor Zhuge? Are you a new recruit from the Ninth Division?"

"Yes!"

As they spoke,

the squad and the three abnormals had already erupted into a new round of combat.

The captain of this squad had an Electric Talent, a Level 3 combatant.

The burly man with the Wraith Talent on the opposing side was also a Level 3 combatant.

The two sides were evenly matched.

Just as the battle was in full swing,

the burly man retreated, pressing one hand on the ground.

A strange pattern appeared on the ground.

As the burly man pulled upwards,

the ground cracked open.

A zombie-like corpse crawled out from within.

Nauseating, foul-smelling, and repulsive mucus oozed from its body.

That corpse was also a Level 3 combatant.

The burly man's smile was sinister, "You all will die!"

"Fall back!"

The team member protecting Fang Xin shielded him.

Just now, Fang Xin said he was brought by White Hair.

But seeing Fang Xin still in his pajamas,

the team member figured this new recruit from the Ninth Division must have been dragged out of bed by Instructor Zhuge and thrown into the cruel battlefield early. After all, Instructor Zhuge was unconventional, and in a monster-filled place like the Ninth Division, it wasn't uncommon to throw an uninitiated recruit onto the battlefield.

"Hide behind me!" the team member instructed Fang Xin.

All new recruits of the Ninth Division were promising talents, and he dared not be careless. If one were to die in their team, they couldn't bear the responsibility. Rather than saying it was a trial for the new recruit, it was also a trial for them, the older recruits from other divisions.

But unexpectedly,

Fang Xin behind him suddenly charged out.

The team member quickly shouted, "What are you doing?"

The Level 3 burly man who had summoned the zombie saw Fang Xin charging towards him, grinning ferociously, "Good physique! Refining him into a zombie is an excellent choice!"

The squad leader, confronting the enemy ahead, caught a glimpse of Fang Xin charging towards the Level 3 burly man out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey! What are you..."

Before he could finish his sentence,

Fang Xin leaped into the air.

As the saying goes, 'elbows like knives, knees like spears,' his knee, like a long spear, struck the burly man's face directly, slamming into him fiercely.

The burly man's face immediately burst open from the impact.

Fang Xin pulled his hands back, clamped the burly man's head between his knees, twisted his waist, and with a crunch, the burly man's neck snapped, killing him instantly.

His movements were clean, precise, and beautiful, without any hesitation.

As the burly man was instantly killed, the zombie hung its head, as if its power had been cut off and it had crashed.

Before the burly man's body even hit the ground, Fang Xin pushed off, and the zhilian device in his hand shot out a crimson laser blade, embedding itself in the forehead of another abnormal. As the Tang-saber-like laser blade was pulled out, Fang Xin rotated the blade, executing another Swallow Return move.

His back pressed against the last abnormal, the laser blade extended from under Fang Xin's armpit, piercing the abnormal's heart from behind.

Fang Xin withdrew the laser blade.

All of this, though long to describe, happened in a flash.

Zhuge Heng in the sky stared in Fang Xin's direction, a slow smile forming on his lips, "Not bad!"

Fang Xin tucked the zhilian device into his pajama pocket, then squatted down and stripped off the shoes of an abnormal similar in build and shoe size to himself. He sniffed them, then gagged, throwing the shoes aside.

He turned around to see everyone in the squad staring at him in a daze.

Everyone was filled with shock.

Is this the combat power of a Ninth Division new recruit?

As expected, he's someone who's about to join a monster house.

A new recruit is this terrifying!

Is there still justice? Is there still reason?

However, a Level 3 combatant even before enrollment, this was an outstanding achievement even in the Ninth Division.

Although his habit of sniffing corpse shoes seemed a bit strange.

But that wasn't important.

What genius doesn't have a strange quirk?

The squad leader walked towards Fang Xin.

He saluted Fang Xin.

"Hello, Sixth Division, Tian Junhui."

Fang Xin also quickly stood up, only then noticing that the other party had an emblem on his chest, with a cloud pattern in the middle and the character 'Lu' within it.

"Hello, Officer! My name is Fang Xin!" Fang Xin saluted Tian Junhui.

The other team members also saluted Fang Xin.

Tian Junhui quickly tried to cover Fang Xin's mouth, "No, no, brother, don't call me officer. You're a new recruit from the Ninth Division, right?"

The other team members all had smiles on their faces.

Fang Xin was a bit puzzled, but still nodded.

"Yes!"

Tian Junhui smiled, "New recruits of the Ninth Division are on the same rank as squad leaders from other divisions. Don't call me officer, I truly can't bear it."

Fang Xin was stunned. It seemed the treatment in the Ninth Division was indeed extraordinarily high.

Tian Junhui continued, "Are you going to stay with us next, or...?"

Fang Xin maintained a one-legged stance, "I'm fine with anything, but I need to find an abnormal with non-smelly feet to get a pair of shoes first."

It was only then that the others noticed Fang Xin was barefoot.

No wonder he had sniffed the abnormal's shoes earlier; they had thought he had some strange quirk.

The corpses on the ground, after being scanned by the zhilian device, disappeared into thin air.

His pajama pocket lit up.

Fang Xin pulled it out and saw numbers appearing on the bank card.

It flashed from one hundred.

The number changed, becoming five hundred and twenty.

The three abnormals just now consisted of two Level 2s and one Level 3.

Three abnormals could be exchanged for seven hundred points. Tian Junhui's squad sustained forty percent of the damage, and Fang Xin sustained sixty percent, so Fang Xin took sixty percent of the total points.

Fang Xin felt a bit embarrassed, "I took your points. How about this, you all follow me and rack up damage, and we'll clear the checkpoints quickly together? Once the quantity accumulates, we'll have points, right?"

Tian Junhui looked at the others, and they all indicated it was fine. They had seen Fang Xin's strength. As long as the numbers went up and they inflicted some damage, points wouldn't be an issue. "No problem!"

He raised his wrist, and a holographic projection of Lan City's three-dimensional map appeared on the watch face, with many red dots representing abnormals moving around.

Fang Xin curiously looked at the watch. The first time he saw Aili, she also had this item.

"What is this thing?"

Tian Junhui explained, "This is a Sky Shield Watch, essentially a basic zhilian device in the form of a watch with storage capabilities. It's issued after graduating from the Youth Training Camp and is also a symbol of status. However, after your Ninth Division Youth Training Camp, you don't get a Sky Shield Watch, but a Sky Shield Ring, which is more advanced than ours!"

Fang Xin suddenly understood.

"I see!"

Tian Junhui pointed to a few red dots and asked Fang Xin, "There are a few abnormals escaping here! Should we go?"

"Sure!"

Tian Junhui saw Fang Xin was still barefoot, so he rotated his wrist and produced a pair of shoes, "New shoes. If you don't mind, they're yours!"

Fang Xin took them, "I'm too grateful to refuse! How could I mind!"

Putting on the shoes, "Then let's go!"

The squad charged towards the location of those red dots.

Half an hour later,

Tian Junhui and the others all had joyful expressions.

In just half an hour, under Fang Xin's leadership, they had quickly cleared four enemy squads.

They were responsible for inflicting damage, and Fang Xin was responsible for finishing them off. Fang Xin and their squad split the points roughly fifty-fifty.

Fang Xin looked at the points on his card, which had increased from five hundred twenty to one thousand five hundred seventy.

According to Tian Junhui's explanation, to check the balance on the card, one only needed to place the card on the zhilian device.

The abnormals had not yet been fully cleared.

Tian Junhui once again selected an abnormal squad, but after selecting, he would seek Fang Xin's opinion.

He had clearly made Fang Xin their central figure.

Fang Xin looked at the enemies: a squad of five, two Level 3s, two Level 2s, and one Level 1.

"Attack!"

Fang Xin had encountered abnormals many times. These human traitors committed all sorts of evil, from rape to plunder.

Fang Xin felt no psychological pressure in eliminating these people.

A few minutes later,

Fang Xin led the team and met the enemy.

In one encounter, Fang Xin severely wounded a Level 3, then let the squad go in to inflict damage, while he waited on the side, ready to harvest at the opportune moment.

Just when he thought everything was progressing smoothly,

unexpectedly, among the enemy team, the lowest-ranked Level 1 was a young boy with an ugly face and fierce, triangular eyes, who shouted loudly.

"Grandpa! Grandma! Save me!"

Fang Xin's heart suddenly pounded.

Under his Perception Talent, a sense of crisis surged over him.

Fang Xin quickly dodged.

The ground where he had just been standing cracked open, and a giant centipede burrowed out from underground.

Its blood-red mouth opened, full of fangs, and it bit fiercely at the spot where Fang Xin had been.

It bit nothing but air. The centipede coiled its body and bit towards the nearest team member.

That team member was about to run.

A voice came, "Dare to run and you'll trip!"

After these words, the team member who was about to run actually tripped in place, and the centipede bit off his lower leg.

As the centipede burst out of the ground, it was then that an old man and an Old Lady were seen sitting on its back.

Both had grim expressions, and the old man's mouth was still stained with blood. His yellowish eyes stared at Fang Xin.

"A young man with Strength Talent, so young, his talent must be very strong. Old woman, let's drain his blood for our precious grandson to drink, it's a great tonic!"

The Old Lady, like a witch behind them, let out a sinister laugh, "Good, good, he'll surely bleed a lot. One bowl for you, old man, one for me, and the rest for our precious grandson!"

Beep, beep, beep...

Tian Junhui looked at the alerts on his wristband, his expression grave.

First, three small red dots flashed, then they changed to four small red dots.

"Level 4 Beast Tamer! Level 3 Witchcraft Master!"

Fang Xin looked up, only to find that Zhuge Heng had disappeared into the night sky at some point, his whereabouts unknown.

He couldn't help but touch his ring.

Zhuge Heng was incredibly powerful, who knew where he was, so it was best not to use his Slaughter Talent for now.

Fortunately, he had an invisibility cloak and a revolver in his ring, which could instantly kill the Level 4 old man with one shot.

Tian Junhui and a few team members dragged the injured team member with the broken leg back.

Without hesitation, they were about to call their superior, the Battalion Commander, for support, "Requesting support! Please..."

The Old Lady sitting on the centipede's back snorted and laughed, "Dare to call for support, and your tongue will rot!"

Tian Junhui and the others, who were calling for support, groaned, and a stream of dark blood spilled from their mouths.

Fang Xin's eyebrows shot up, and his eyes widened considerably.

Holy cow?

The curse of the Witchcraft System Talent was that sinister?

The Old Lady's brown eyes stared at Fang Xin, her gaze filled with greed.

"You think you can live after encountering us old folks? That's just dreaming!

Old man! Kill him and let our precious grandson drink his blood!"