Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 1032 - 461: The Ruin Descends, the Front Collapses, Star River Becomes a Sea of Blood, and All Clans Face Annihilation!

At the Star River Frontline, a convergence of diverse races, only the most elite warriors stand, each a king among soldiers in any other army. This is the ultimate bulwark for all peoples.

Even with the Star River embroiled in internal conflict over the 'Void Spirit,' no one contemplates withdrawing troops from this crucial defense line. The reason is starkly simple: beyond this point lies the Void, and its inhabitants, the Void Spirits!

These are monstrous entities from other Star Rivers, ancient adversaries who once sought to conquer this very realm.

Advanced civilizations comprehend the gravity of external threats versus internal strife. Under the unspoken sanction of supreme powers, these internal squabbles are mere 'snacks.' However, a full mobilization of frontline forces would present an opportunity for the Void Spirits, leading to true catastrophe.

Consequently, all major advanced civilizations adhere to an unwritten decree: these elite troops are only to be deployed in the direst of life-or-death circumstances for their respective races.

The crimson-tinged Star River Frontline stretches boundlessly, its color a grim testament to both the blood of Void Spirits and, more predominantly, the fallen warriors of countless races.

The incursions of Void Spirits into the Star River have been ceaseless, with frequent smaller-scale attacks occurring almost monthly. Yet, over the past two months, their assault frequency has noticeably diminished.

The number of invasions has dropped from seven or eight per month to a mere three or four. In the last fortnight, the enemy's presence has been utterly absent.

Warriors stationed at the frontline are relishing an unprecedented period of respite.

A Foreign Race member, its form resembling molten lava in a deep crimson hue, rests on the ground, smacking its lips. Despite its relaxed demeanor, its gaze remains fixed on the desolate expanse beyond the frontline.

"My, I'm not accustomed to this quiet! These monsters haven't shown up in ages. Blast it, my hands are itching for action!"

Beside him, a diminutive Foreign Race creature, covered in vibrant blue fur and possessing a face akin to a monkey's but with prominent gills, casts a glance his way.

"Damn it, Old Red, are you the missing link? Isn't it a blessing that those abominations aren't attacking?"

Hearing this exchange, a young Human Race warrior seated near the frontline turns, a faint smile gracing his lips.

"Remarkable, your Red Melting Race and the Lan Yuan Race are typically at each other's throats, yet you two seem remarkably amicable."

"Fight, fight, fight until extinction, then we'll head back. Our duty is to eradicate the Void Spirits, not engage in racial disputes. On this frontline, we're comrades, brothers. Of course, back in the Star River, you never heard me say that!"

The Lan Yuan General quipped, his hand playfully landing on the shoulder of the Red Melting Race leader. "Isn't that right, Old Red?"

The Red Melting Race leader, hearing this, immediately swatted his hand away. "Enough bickering! I'm trying to figure out what this 'missing link' thing means in the Human Race's lexicon!"

The Lan Yuan General easily evaded the playful slap, erupting into hearty laughter that shook his entire frame, even causing him to clutch his stomach.

Nearby leaders of other races also couldn't help but join in the boisterous laughter, amused by their conversation.

An assembly of diverse races, sharing moments of levity and camaraderie—such a scene would be utterly impossible to witness anywhere within the Star River.

This is the most formidable battlefield imaginable, yet paradoxically, it stands as one of the few havens within the Star River where different races can coexist in harmony. Here, their sole adversary is unified: the Void Spirit!

"Alright! Laugh all you want, I'm genuinely annoyed now!"

The Red Melting leader roared, his body rapidly erupting with cracks that radiated intense heat. In the ensuing moment, he lunged towards the closest Foreign Race leader.

"Hah! Alright, you old fossil! Couldn't you pick someone else? You think I'm easy prey?!"

The targeted leader cursed playfully, not bothering to evade. His body began to glow as he charged towards the Red Melting leader.

The two immediately became entangled in a mock battle, their intensity clearly feigned, engaged mostly in a display of playful sparring.

Unintentionally, their sparring match drew in other nearby race leaders.

"What's this? Want a go, me too?"

"Then I'll give it a shot too!"

"Count me in!"

Suddenly, one by one, eager leaders joined the fray. Dozens of powerful figures engaged in haphazard combat—this is the Star River Frontline, where fighting is sustenance, and battle is a form of entertainment.

Even though the Void Spirits have ceased their invasions recently, the underlying tension and burden on their hearts remain unabated. This apparent display of playful combat is, in fact, a form of self-inflicted tempering.

A Human Race leader also joined the melee. Amidst the reckless clashes, he managed to hold his own against two opponents simultaneously. However, these leaders disdained fair play. Noticing his advantage, three more leaders grinned mischievously and moved in to surround him.The leader of the Human Race, witnessing this scene, did not permit the opposing forces to establish a flanking maneuver. Instead, he transformed into a beam of light, abruptly disengaging from the melee. "Proceed! Your techniques are quite fascinating to us!" "Give it your best! We shall evaluate you!" "The Human Race has indeed developed at an impressive speed in recent times. Let me ascertain what makes your kind so unique!" One after another, the leaders of the Foreign Races gestured and called out to the Human Race leader. "Hmph! Shameless! I am merely filling in for Bai Wu’an while he is on duty. If he were present, I wonder if you would dare utter such words!"