hsntnovel Chapter 632 Group Champion
Chapter 632 Group Champion
Mo Chen had seen the Watermelon Pitcher Plant Spirit before. Back in Courtyard 5904, the wicked and accomplice Doron had left a fairly deep impression on him.
Although he was a greedy and gambling scoundrel, he was indeed a watermelon pitcher, Zhi Ling, who was capable of being a firepower player.
But if you put him in front of the watermelon pitcher, Zhi Ling, in courtyard 5905, he would be like a clown in a ridiculous costume, not even worthy of carrying the latter's shoes.
Despite being of the same race, the difference between them was so great that Mo Chen didn't know how to evaluate it.
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the man was a full 2.58 meters tall, even taller than Gregory, who was fully armed.
His physique was the most imposing Mo Chen had ever seen; every inch of his massive muscles bulged as if cast from refined steel, exuding an explosive sense of power.
Even though he was covered by a sturdy and heavy suit of armor, it couldn't completely conceal his perfectly sculpted muscle lines.
The armor was a dark, matte green, covered with scratches and craters of varying shades.
The helmet was an almost full-coverage design, revealing only half of the cold, hard face beneath the scarlet visors.
He was carrying a howitzer in one hand; it looked less like a personal weapon and more like the main gun that had been salvaged from some siege engine.
The pitch-black cannon barrel gleamed with a cold, eerie light; its caliber was large enough to blast a tall building to pieces.
Judging from the ease with which this man lifts the grenade launcher, one can tell that he is terrifyingly strong. Just by standing there, he can instill a sense of extreme oppression in the weak, making them feel their livers and gallbladders tremble.
[Is this the watermelon pitcher plant spirit that was dispatched to courtyard number 5905? It's ridiculously strong.]
[To protect that little star princess, your Federation's 59th Army has really gone to great lengths.]
Mo Chen's lips twitched slightly. He was certain that the identity of this watermelon pitcher plant spirit was definitely not simple.
"He...he is the current Group Champion of the 59th Army of the Federation..."
Fakagenia's voice, so soft it was almost inaudible, trembled in Mo Chen's ear, filled with unbelievable shock and awe.
The so-called Group Champion is an honorary title that exists in every army group unit of the Federation.
The way to obtain this title is very simple: without relying on anything external, you must rely solely on your physical strength to defeat everyone in the entire army with your bare hands. After becoming invincible, you can stand on the stage and win the trophy that belongs exclusively to the group champion.
This is not only a mechanism to reflect strength, but also a near-cruel selection process.
Those who receive this honor are all humanoid monsters who have developed their potential to the limit.
Looking at the entire Federation, including retired or sacrificed group champions, there are only a little over five hundred people to date.
In short, the Group Champions are the most capable Plant Spirit Warriors in every Federation Army Group, bar none.
Mo Chen's pupils contracted slightly; he knew the significance of the group's championship.
It is not only a symbol of the pinnacle of the entire army's combat power, but also an unattainable mountain in the hearts of countless active-duty plant spirit warriors.
It's no exaggeration to say that among all the plant warriors in Courtyard 5905, only Himiko, in her peak burning state and giving it her all, or Odin in his prime before losing his arm, could rival this group champion.
If the opponent goes berserk, the only things that can suppress or even defeat him are probably rosemary and forget-me-not.
"That...homeowner...is he...really going to be my comrade-in-arms?"
Fakagenia's voice was already trembling with tears. She clung tightly to Mo Chen's clothes, not daring to look at the group champion even once.
This young lady, who was just moments ago arrogant and of direct lineage from the Golden Family, is now like a zombie rat that has seen cat's tail grass, wishing she could immediately return to the garrison of the 59th Army of the Federation.
"I heard he wrestled with the defenders in the ring, knocking down dozens of high-nut plant spirits in one go, without even breaking a sweat..."
"In the campaign a year ago, he went deep into enemy territory alone and wiped out three Imperial squadrons."
"And another thing, before he enlisted, he killed a Fire Dragon Grass plant spirit that had completely reverted to its ancestral form. He didn't even use a weapon; he just smashed the creature into a pulp with his fists."
As Fakhagenia recounted the opponent's glorious achievements, Mo Chen's gaze remained fixed on the face of the group champion who had just emerged from the space-time rift and was stretching his limbs.
He could sense Fakhagenia's fear, an instinctive shudder stemming from the difference in their levels of existence.
No matter how noble one's birth, in the face of absolute strength, all external halos seem so pale and powerless.
"Nia, don't be afraid."
Mo Chen gently patted Fakagenia's hand, which was clutching his clothes, and whispered reassuringly, "He is our comrade-in-arms, not our enemy."
Seemingly noticing Mo Chen's gaze, a deep, hoarse voice, as if polished by sandpaper, immediately came through.
"Courtyard No. 5905?"
Immediately afterwards, the group champion strode up to Mo Chen and Fakagenia, completely enveloping them in his shadow.
"Yes, I am the homeowner, Mo Chen. This is Fakatenia Golden, the corn pitcher plant spirit of courtyard number 5905."
Mo Chen stepped forward, trying to remain calm, and began to negotiate with the group's champion.
The other person nodded slightly, then awkwardly pulled out a small notebook that looked like a child's drawing book, and a ridiculously thin pencil from their pocket.
Under the slightly astonished gazes of Mo Chen and Fakagenia, the watermelon pitcher Zhi Ling, who was described as "one man against ten thousand," actually squatted down as if no one else was there and began writing something in a notebook, stroke by stroke.
"What...what is he doing?"
Fakatenia tilted her head, her eyes full of confusion.
"I don't know."
Mo Chen's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and then he saw the other person get up, tear two pieces of paper with names written on them from the notebook, and hand them over.
Above it was a name—Siegfried von Luwig.
"I am Siegfried von Luvishde, a watermelon pitcher with seventh-tier plant spirit power, a major in the military, a firepower specialist, and the current group champion of the 59th Army of the Federation!"
As Mo Chen and Fakagenia carefully accepted the autographs, the watermelon pitcher named Siegfried suddenly burst into deafening laughter, patted his chest vigorously, and excitedly introduced himself.
"It would be an honor to fight alongside you and Lady Fakatenia of the Golden Family in the future!"
Before he finished speaking, this top fighter of the 59th Federal Army suddenly stood at attention and gave a fairly standard military salute.
His voice was no longer as hoarse and low as before, but became loud and clear, making Mo Chen's eardrums buzz.
“That… Major Siegfried.”
Mo Chen carefully chose his words, then waved the autograph in his hand: "Were you just... signing autographs for us?"
"Yes, homeowner!"
Siegfried nodded vigorously, revealing a hearty smile: "Before we set off, Lieutenant General Satos specifically instructed me to leave a deep and wonderful impression on the homeowner and my new comrades!"
He repeated his superior's instructions earnestly, like a student waiting for a teacher's praise.
Seeing this scene, Mo Chen's twitching lips subsided slightly. Perhaps the other party was not only a "trump card" but also a "troublesome" person who was not as fierce as he appeared.