Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1900: White Robe White Robe (1)

Right now, beyond the Novice planet in the vast sky, nearly every aircraft was airing live feeds from the Novice battlefield. With seasoned warriors stepping in, the focus on this year's Novice battlefield had soared to record heights. Even far-off major survivor fortresses kept getting updates from the scene, while lagged orders kept pouring in nonstop.

Yet, be it in the outer skies or across the seven survivor fortresses, a remarkably parallel event was unfolding everywhere.

"What the hell are those idiot Luzhi People up to? Why block our folks?" "Over that previous Moonspan Gold deal?"

"Didn't I warn them to steer clear of the Zesi Star people on the way up? How come they ran into them anyway? And why stick around instead of bolting? Why clash at all? See what happened—they're all wiped out now!"

"Check it out, check it out, do they seriously believe they can wander the cosmos without a care? How bold, just three warriors plus some Novices daring to strike at us? Think our over ten thousand points combined are that simple to snatch? They're toast, haha."

"Pass on my command, gather the guard squad, and come with me to Duo Long City! Reason? Obviously, to give those trash Tai Gu Clan, stuck forever in junk heaps, a proper thrashing! I plan to demand from them, why the attack on us?"

"Those cursed minions of Reina Star, they hate watching our Huo’er Star alliance thrive. Look at these spots, these spots, and that one; the scum have gone after fighters from multiple groups in our alliance. These cowards who only bully on the Novice planet, the second they step outside, I'll drag every one into the arena and finish them off!"

"Instruct the Ming Ge Clan, Di Star folks, and Huocuo Kalai people to block those three Sheke Star individuals. Make sure they don't link up with White Robe!"

"Patch me through to the Star-Eye Clan's comms. I need to talk to their Lord Star or Lord Eye. Why? Well... I sense that if that lunatic White Robe and the top-ranked Novice make it out of the battlefield breathing, this tiny clan could skyrocket."

"When's the next round of agent credentials dropping? Plus, any Star-Eye Clan offers on the trade exchange? And has anybody gotten a Star-Eye Clan development request? No clue? Hunt it down. If you spot any, we all jump in to block them hard! Why bother? Kid, listen up, if we don't wipe out the Star-Eye Clan, we could be the ones getting wiped. Wanna take their fall? Nah? Then get on it."

"Commands from the top? Nah, nah, nah, nobody bosses us around. Those are mere recommendations. Up to us if we follow. Right now, ignore that one for me. Inform the esteemed Queen we're tied up and can't deal with it. Our Jin Yin Island warriors are off to collect on an old score."

"Direct our team to stay out of this chaos. Keep hunting parasites instead. These brainless types, don't they realize taking down warriors and Novices scores big points but risks everything? We'll buck the flow, rack up max points from parasites. As for the rest, let 'em brawl."

"These shortsighted fools, even now they're squabbling among themselves? Small wonder after all these years, they've achieved zilch. All they grasp are cheap tricks, fixated on their own clan's gains, blind to the greater cosmic races' good! Every last one of them ought to perish!"

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Innumerable directives, choices, and gripes surged out from the seven survivor fortresses during this moment. Across the whole universe, countless races shifted in sync with the Novice battlefield.

Long after, in many cosmic years, folks still recalled this particular Novice battlefield with crystal clarity, as it stood universally known as the dawn of the 'White Hole Era'.

No matter what raged outside, Ye Zhongming, White Robe, and their group still confronted the dire threat.

Swirling air eddies encircled White Robe's hands; using nothing but his bare fists, he blocked strikes from two foes. Boosted by He's water chains, the tide even hinted at shifting. Yet this only fueled Pei Cun and Jing Wunan to unleash fully.

Before, while these opponents had stunned the pair deeply—like how a pack of Novices took out loads of veteran warriors—they figured the group's power was merely average. Their success tied straight to sheer numbers. Hadn't they noticed that despite the win, tons of them perished too?

Regarding White Robe, his endurance didn't shock them much; everyone knew his rep for solid, battle-ready prowess.

However, once He's water chains linked to White Robe, the pair realized he'd slipped back into his berserk combat mode, slowly reversing the fight even outnumbered two-to-one.

In other words, moments ago, the guy hadn't gone all out!

Anger boiled in both Pei Cun and Jing Wunan.

Who did they represent? Elite figures in their clans, celebrated young titans across the cosmic races. And White Robe? What was he?

Just a reckless idiot from a minor clan, scraping fame through suicidal scraps with enemies.

The divide between them loomed as vast as between a young Slave Race member and the Calamity Mother.

Though leveled to equal power, they might struggle to overpower the foe quickly, but no way should he hold back strength in a two-on-one scrap.

This proved the duo lagged far behind him, by a wide gap.

How could they swallow that!

Even at matched levels, they were sure that unleashing everything would let them crush White Robe—two together needless, one alone would do.

Thus, the ongoing fight left them seething with frustration.

Pei Cun pulled back a pace first, then his form started transforming, echoing Ye Zhongming's dark fog behemoth somewhat, though a fierce beast phantom materialized around him.

He lifted his left arm, and the beast phantom lifted its left paw. He hoisted his right arm, and the beast phantom hoisted its right paw.

Then, the phantom's paws morphed into icy deathly force, slashing at White Robe.

Jing Wunan, spotting his ally deploy this technique, opted to withdraw a step.

"Beast Spirit?" White Robe identified it, yet the spirit strikes zipped too swiftly. The instant they materialized, they slammed into him.

The water chains shattered near-instantly, leaving White Robe with multiple gashes from the impact.

A chilly grin crept across Pei Cun's features.

This marked the signature ability of the Shuoxing people. Should a scanner be close, it would reveal Pei Cun's Fuleila, in Beast Spirit form, surpassing two thousand to hit about two thousand three hundred.

"It's done."

Pei Cun murmured low, his frame syncing with the spirit for a fresh assault on White Robe, whose torso now dripped crimson.

He aimed to wrap up the fight.