Fang Heng asked, "Does winning three matches per month refer to the total number of wins?"
At present, he was still unclear about the overall strength of the Seven Realms Martial Capital. Considering the worst case, if he accidentally brought along nine teammates who dragged him down...
He would have to defeat ten opponents.
To be safe, choosing D-level matches was more prudent.
Fang Heng thought for a moment and pointed to one of the competitions.
The arena match was the day after tomorrow night.
The mission involved transporting a type of rare ore, assisting a race called Ziying in delivering high-value ore materials. The batch of ore was controversial, and a conflict had broken out between the Noel Clan and another major race from the Seven Realms Martial Capital.
It was a 10 versus 10 wheel battle.
One person at a time entered the arena for one-on-one combat. The winner stayed to fight the next challenger.
Level 1 arena, the lowest difficulty.
Fang Heng also wanted to probe the arena’s details.
"All right, you have been registered. I will contact you after you pass."
Fang Heng was somewhat surprised and asked, "Pass?"
"Yes. Each battle was led by a Noel Clan elder. The elder did not participate in combat but decided the order of fighters and gave tactical guidance, also holding the right to select warriors."
An Qian nodded and said, "If the team was short, elders sometimes assigned clan members to fight. In rare cases, warriors could be forced to participate. Theoretically, a warrior’s forced participation would not exceed three matches per month."
In the Noel Clan, warriors were mercenaries.
The core of the clan’s training was those like Klaus’s group of talented youths and the clan’s native members.
Someone like himself, who had just joined, might not even have his strength known to the elders. Even if registered, he might not be selected to fight.
"An Qian, during this time, please select other Level 1 and Level 2 matches at any time and arrange for me to complete three matches."
An Qian looked a little surprised and asked, "Any matches?"
"All right, I understand."
An Qian understood that Fang Heng was a newcomer and completely unfamiliar with the Seven Realms Martial Capital’s competition system.
There were many types of competitions; some were just to train newcomers, and the Noel Clan did not expect to always win.
The warriors gathered daily in the war zone, largely to find good teams and improve chances of winning.
Fang Heng did not realize all the complications inside. Most elite energy was focused on academics.
The Occult entry-level imprint could unblock meridians. In theory, as long as the hand seals were completed, skill proficiency could be gained.
He was unsure whether zombie clones could help.
Whatever! He would give it a try!
Thinking of cultivation, Fang Heng brightened and nodded, "An Qian, take me back to the villa."
"All right, Mr. Fang Heng."
Back at the villa, Fang Heng immediately went to the basement and began gathering zombie clones to condense hand seals.
More than ten zombie clones staggered, gathering in the basement hall’s center.
The zombie clones’ fingers were naturally not very nimble, making it even harder for them to perform imprints.
Never mind the details—getting them to complete 128 imprints in sequence was quite an effort.
It took Fang Heng a lot of care, but finally, as one zombie clumsily completed 128 hand seals, a game hint appeared on his retina.
[Hint: The player’s zombie accomplished meridian-clearing imprint (Occult). Player’s current mission completion increased by 0.002%.]
Fang Heng’s eyes lit up.
With the game’s cheat plus zombie clones, he could grind efficiently!
Though a single zombie clone was slow, he had many!
Recruiting more zombie clones to grind together would work!
Fang Heng pondered and looked around the basement.
The basement space was somewhat limited.
He needed to find a way to expand it.
First, he planned to set up several magic arrays to isolate sound and vibration, then expand the basement domain again.
Anyway, recruit more zombies first.
Fang Heng immediately released mental strength to communicate with Abe Akaya to open a world teleportation passage.
The magic array at the hall center slowly rotated.
Abe Akaya’s vines blossomed faint green light.
"Chi chi, chi chi..."
Thin black mist seeped from Abe Akaya’s magic array.
"Hmm? What’s wrong? Abe Akaya, can’t do it?"
Abe Akaya sent back a mental signal.
Unlike previous times, opening the world teleportation passage, this time, there was a great obstruction.
Abe Akaya could try forcibly opening the passage, but it would consume some time and energy, and cause strong spatial fluctuations.
Fang Heng stroked his chin.
Time and energy consumption were not a big issue; Abe Akaya had plenty of energy, continuously extracting energy from hell and the Demon Core.
The problem was the spatial fluctuations.
If strong spatial fluctuations erupted, it could cause trouble.
He had finally found a good place to cultivate and wanted to grind longer, ideally maxing out all academic disciplines.
But why was there such obstruction?
Thinking back, when entering the game and activating Abe Akaya’s summoning magic array, he also encountered various obstacles.
Had the spawns set special devices in the Seven Realms Martial Capital, affecting some game abilities?
"Abe Akaya, forget it for now."
Fang Heng waved his hand, signaling Abe Akaya to stop opening the teleportation passage, then took out a stack of rune papers from his backpack.
Over two hundred rune papers, combined with the zombie clones’ splitting effect, were still enough for now.
Find other methods later!
Fang Heng calmly idled, sitting cross-legged on the ground, applying a special ointment provided by Mu Shunan to his forehead, then condensing hand seals to cultivate.
The ointment on his forehead emitted a cool sensation, stimulating in sync with the imprint. With the hand seals, Fang Heng felt the speed of his meridian opening accelerate noticeably.
[Hint: The player completed imprint cultivation (Occult). The player’s current mission progress +0.23%.]
Good. At this speed, he estimated finishing cultivation in three days.
Fang Heng controlled the zombie clones to continue digging tunnels downward, sinking fully into cultivation mode.
After an unknown amount of time, Fang Heng was interrupted by a noisy phone ringtone, breaking his concentrated cultivation state.
"There is a match tonight. Because a warrior had an issue and could not attend, they want to ask if you are willing to substitute. If so, I will pick you up at your villa in half an hour."
"All right, I’ll wait for you."