"Wilderness Tribulation"

Hundreds of miles west of Jiangnan Base City lies a military zone.

With a rumbling sound, a train came to a slow stop at the military area station. Warriors disembarked in pairs and small groups.

"Wang Yi, the warrior supply base is just ahead," said one of the Storm Team members.

Wang Yi looked up, catching sight of a towering steel structure in the distance, standing fifty to sixty meters high.

Another team member, Zhao Wei, spoke with a sense of awe. "Every military zone in the world has a tower like this. It's a beacon for warriors, guiding us home when we're out in the wilderness."

Wang Yi nodded, following the Storm Team into the military supply base.

As they walked, Wang Yi was captivated by the unfamiliar sights, seeing things he had never encountered back in Pinghe Base City.

Inside the supply base were several quiet, three-story buildings. One of them was marked as "D3."

"Alright, let's rest here. We'll head out at 8 p.m. to our destination," said Captain Jiang Feng, setting his heavy shield and hammer down with a thud, twisting his neck as he grinned at his teammates.

"Liu Xunyi," one of the team members, eyed the two war knives strapped to Wang Yi's back. "Are those dual swords?"

"Yeah," Wang Yi replied, placing his tactical backpack on the ground and unfastening the scabbard straps. With a light press, the two swords, each weighing hundreds of kilograms, dropped from his back. Wang Yi caught them with ease.

"Whoa," Zhao Wei exclaimed, admiring the sleek design of Wang Yi's war knives. "Are those Flowing War Knives, model A6? Those things cost 25 million each! You actually bought two?"

Hearing Zhao Wei's comment, the others in the room turned their attention to Wang Yi.

Most of them hadn't given much thought to the swords Wang Yi had been carrying, assuming they were standard weapons for a warrior. They certainly didn't expect them to be top-tier A6 Flowing War Knives, worth 25 million each.

Two knives, totaling 50 million yuan, was an astonishing sum.

The rest of the Storm Team gathered around, including Captain Jiang Feng.

Zhao Wei picked up one of the swords and, feeling its immense weight, was visibly surprised. "No doubt about it. These are real A6 Flowing War Knives."

For warriors, the strength of their weapons is directly proportional to their power level. The more formidable the warrior, the more valuable and heavier their weapon becomes. A general-level warrior, whose physical strength exceeds tens of thousands of kilograms, can easily wield weapons weighing hundreds of kilograms.

Captain Jiang Feng's shield and hammer, for instance, likely weighed over 700 or 800 kilograms.

Wang Yi's A6 Flowing War Knives, each weighing over 200 kilograms, were razor-sharp and capable of cutting through high-level beast monsters with ease. A newly minted martial artist could wield them, but mastering them was a different matter.

"Let me see!" Zhao Wei drew one of the knives from its scabbard with a resonating hum. The blade's crimson glow illuminated the room. The sword, about a meter long with a pronounced curve and a narrow blade, gleamed coldly.

Jiang Feng raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Two Flowing War Knives, huh? How much start-up capital did Xtreme Martial Arts Hall give you?"

Typically, new warriors at Xtreme Martial Arts Hall received one million yuan in start-up capital and a villa. Warriors with high potential could receive more, but the maximum would usually be around 10 to 20 million.

Wang Yi's swords alone, however, cost over 30 million yuan.

"They gave me 100 million," Wang Yi said casually.

To him, this wasn't a lot, given that he was accepted into the elite training camp. As his abilities became more apparent, his treatment would continue to improve.

"One hundred million!?" The Storm Team was taken aback, eyes widening in shock.

Although they were general-level warriors, their annual earnings from the wilderness rarely exceeded tens of millions. Only with great luck, like stumbling upon rare and valuable monster materials, could they make a fortune and potentially earn 100 million in a year.

For Wang Yi, however, 100 million was simply given to him by Xtreme Martial Arts Hall, an amount they could only dream of earning.

"Wow, what kind of contract did you sign with Xtreme Martial Arts Hall to get 100 million yuan in start-up capital?" Li Hao, another team member, exclaimed.

Wang Yi simply smiled, offering no further explanation.

Captain Jiang Feng looked at Wang Yi with admiration. "You're full of surprises. Tell me, what's your physical strength level?"

"It's about that of a junior general-level warrior," Wang Yi replied, blinking as if unsure whether to reveal the truth. In reality, his physical strength was much higher, but he chose to keep that to himself for now.

Even this level was enough to leave the Storm Team in awe. At just eighteen years old, Wang Yi possessed the physical fitness of a junior war-general, a fact they couldn't ignore.

"An eighteen-year-old war-general," Zhao Wei said, shaking his head in disbelief. "When I was your age, I was still just a senior martial arts student."

"No wonder Xtreme Martial Arts Hall treasures you like a gem," someone else added, nodding in agreement.

Now that they knew about Wang Yi's extraordinary abilities, the Storm Team's attitude toward him changed. They could see that he was destined to reach the coveted level of God of War, a status that only a few warriors in each base city could achieve.

Jiang Feng grinned, "Looks like our Storm Team just became an all-war-general squad, with Wang Yi joining us."

The rest of the team laughed. It wasn't every day they had a future God of War in their midst.

With newfound excitement, Captain Jiang Feng said, "Originally, I planned to take Wang Yi to a few common towns near the military area. But since he's already a war-general, maybe we can venture deeper into the wilderness after all."