Around two hundred ex-special forces soldiers squared off against a thousand Immortals, each wearing a paintball helmet and wielding the Sky's Breath technique.
Most soldiers and Immortals chose not to voluntarily shoot each other with [real fucking guns] wearing nothing but Soul Qi-reinforced paintball masks as protection.
Those who did were motivated by the rewards, especially the 10 RP participation award. However, they were regretting it as the time drew near.
Both sides were equally nervous as they stared at each other. While the soldiers were confident with weapons, they were up against raw numbers. After all, they couldn't dodge a hail of bullets.
"Brad, what is the point of this exercise?" Kaze asked the blonde-haired athlete, holding a pistol confidently.
"I believe it's to learn how to overcome skill with numbers." Brad replied loudly.
"Cor-rect." The emperor said, "We have recently won a battle against the Sky Plane cultivators. One day they may seek revenge."
