Chapter 398 Who cares about your junk!

Chapter 398 Who cares about your junk!

Then, a questioning voice was heard again in the crowd: "Yes, what if some students capture large mutant animals in the mission?"

Su Nian responded calmly, "You can choose to capture the young of the Sky-Splitting Thunderbolt Bull. The young are relatively small, about the size of an ordinary lamb, so the difficulty of catching them will be much lower. If we accidentally stun a whole group of adult Sky-Splitting Thunderbolt Bulls, although our test mecha has limited communication, we can still send the SOS distress signal. The coverage of this SOS signal is very wide and can be received within a radius of 2 kilometers. When you send the SOS signal, you can make detailed notes of the relevant situation, such as that a large group of Sky-Splitting Thunderbolt Bulls have been captured. In this way, other students who receive the signal and whose tasks include capturing Sky-Splitting Thunderbolt Bulls will definitely choose to fly over directly to help according to their own circumstances after learning the news. In this way, the transportation problem is solved and the task can be completed through mutual cooperation."

"Damn, this idea is awesome! Classmate, how did you come up with it?" A rough voice sounded in the crowd, followed by a wave of agreement from the surroundings.

"Hey, this is amazing! Why didn't we think of this way of using the SOS signal before?" another voice shouted excitedly.

At this time, there were more and more aircraft and mechas on the scene, and the noise of more than 800 people was intertwined. Some people whistled, and some laughed loudly and discussed.

"Haha, awesome! Now those big guys won't be a problem anymore!"

"Wow, classmate, you are such a genius. You can even think of this!"

"Wow, it feels like the difficulty of the mission has been reduced a lot instantly, haha!"

At this time, many students came from all directions. Some of them came here because they had felt the strong pressure from this place before and were curious about what happened, so they came to find out; while others just wanted to join in the fun and see what fun things were going on. From time to time, there were bursts of exclamations and discussions from the crowd, and the whole scene was very lively.

Just as everyone was praising this method, a different voice was heard from the crowd: "Huh, that's easy to say. For people like us who only have F-level spiritual power, it's not easy to get to where we are now. Who can guarantee that those with stronger spiritual power than us will trade with us properly? Maybe as soon as we take out the things, they will start to snatch them away! By then, the transaction is not completed, and the things are snatched away. Then we will be miserable!"

There was obvious worry and dissatisfaction in the voice, which instantly quieted the originally lively atmosphere.

"Yes, it is extremely difficult for us to collect materials. When we tried to capture the mutant star beasts, we were almost eliminated! Moreover, these mutant star beasts are different from humans. After the protective shield is turned on, they will not attack again if they are eliminated. But the mutant star beasts don't care about these. They will keep attacking frantically without stopping. Our lives are in danger at any time!" Another voice sounded, full of helplessness and fear.

Some quiet discussions began to arise among the crowd, and everyone was worried and uneasy about the situation.

There were bursts of mocking voices from the crowd.

"Hmph, why are you F-grade trash coming out to take the exam? Wouldn't it be better for you to just stay at home?" A sharp voice sounded, with a lot of disdain.

"That's right. Don't you realize your own level? Isn't it embarrassing to come here?" another sarcastic voice echoed.

"Haha, you're at Class F and you still want to exchange with others? Don't dream on. Who would care about your junk?" Another harsh laugh came.

These sarcastic words stood out in the crowd, making the already tense atmosphere even more depressing.

The faces of those students whose mental strength was at F level turned very ugly. Some clenched their fists, while others lowered their heads, their eyes filled with anger and helplessness.