Rise of the Zerg in the World of Gods

In the jungle, two figures clashed and separated, embodying the collision of power and skill to the fullest.

The Weapon Master, adept at using various weapons, quickly adapted to the surrounding environment. Combined with Clear River's expertise in jungle warfare, he was in his element in this setting.

At this moment, a mace was being wielded with tremendous force, holding its own even in direct clashes with the Berserker's axe.

In contrast, although Mad Iron's Berserker had immense strength, his broad, sweeping fighting style was somewhat hindered in the jungle environment.

However, the spectators didn't care about these details.

For them, an exciting battle and the victory of their chosen contestant were the greatest pleasures.

Currently, the odds for the two were very close.

Clear River: 1 to 1.1! Mad Iron: 1 to 1.11!

Clear River had the home field advantage, so many believed he had a higher chance of winning, thus more people bet on him.

In such matches, as long as there wasn't a clear winner, betting remained open.

Only when the outcome became obvious would the guild close the betting channels.

Watching the match, Xu Luo suddenly asked Wang Xiaoling, "In these underground God Fighter guilds, the real identities aren't revealed, right?"

"Of course not. Although the Federation hasn't banned such activities, people are still quite wary. Everyone uses aliases, and only the guild knows their real identities," Wang Xiaoling replied after a moment's pause.

"Why? Are you interested in trying? This is just for fun. Although it's quick money, if you keep being number one, the benefits will be greater. There's no need to jeopardize yourself for temporary gains."

She gently advised against it. Although these matches brought quick money, the losses could be enormous if one failed. As students in the elite class, they were in a period of rapid strength increase. There was no need to hinder their development for these small benefits.

Affecting their elite class assessment would be more costly in the long run.

"No," Xu Luo shook his head.

"The prize money from matches is insignificant. Besides, my species is too distinctive to hide."

Although not illegal, being underground meant these matches weren't official and might have hidden risks. Xu Luo naturally didn't want to participate.

"That's true!"

Thinking of the Zerg, Wang Xiaoling nodded. Their distinctiveness was indeed very high. If he really came, hiding his identity would be a joke. With such unique units, who wouldn't know it was him?

"If you're really interested in being a God Fighter, you can come to my family's guild. It's an official God Fighter guild where matches are professionally arranged. You can also participate in the God Fighter Championship to compete for the Divine Dragon Cup. Although the money isn't as quick as here, if you become famous or gain attention, there are good development opportunities."

This world had no entertainment celebrities; the only idols were powerful God Fighters.

Members of the national teams were particularly adored by the public, with frighteningly high popularity.

"We'll see," Xu Luo neither refused nor agreed.

He was only in his first year of high school, with plenty of time to consider.

"To be honest, if you want to pursue the path of a God Fighter, joining Xiaoling's family's guild is a good choice. Starting from the Rookie God Fighter Championship, if you could win the championship, your popularity would skyrocket. Then participating in the regional league next year and making it to the Divine Dragon Cup would be an incredible three-step leap," Xiang Lu seriously advised.

Real God Fighter competitions were different from these underground matches meant to entertain audiences.

The ultimate goal of God Fighters was to compete against alien civilizations.

Compared to the God Fighter Championship, the inter-school competition that Xu Luo and his peers cared about was insignificant.

It was just a contest among newcomers, far less attractive than the true battle of Gods.

"I'll think about it," Xu Luo still didn't give a direct answer. Honestly, apart from making money, he didn't know what other benefits participating in the God Fighter Championship would bring him. Being in the spotlight wasn't his pursuit.

As for money, although he didn't have much, owning a Divine Realm meant he wasn't really in need.

Currently, Xu Luo wasn't too concerned about many things.

He didn't feel a strong sense of belonging to this world and didn't have grand ambitions, maintaining a take-it-as-it-comes attitude.

The others didn't say much more.

In relationships, it's taboo to give deep advice when the acquaintance is shallow. They had just met, without much connection between them, so naturally, they had no right to decide someone else's future.

Coming from prominent families, they were quite sensible about this.

They quietly watched the match. At this moment, the focus of everyone's attention, the battle between Clear River and Mad Iron, was becoming increasingly intense.

The Weapon Master had already switched weapons. The original mace had been discarded somewhere, and now a sword as large as a door was fiercely clashing with the Berserker's axe.

Both were fighting with broad, powerful moves, exchanging blows back and forth, no longer conserving their skills.

Apart from the units' inherent abilities, the two Demi-Gods also unleashed various skills they had mastered, either enhancing their status or launching direct attacks.

It was only now that Xu Luo understood that being a God wasn't just about cultivating believers.

The so-called "power returning to oneself" meant that the main goal of Gods was to strengthen themselves.

His current focus solely on believers was actually unreasonable, appearing almost heretical to others.

No God would develop in such an imbalanced way.

Generally, they would enhance their believers' strength, develop their Divine Realm, gradually evolve it into a Divine Kingdom, and finally form their own Divine Domain.

During this process, the God's own strength also needed to increase.

Otherwise, if you yourself weren't strong, why would believers have faith in you?

If a God's strength was low, they couldn't even control their own believers.

Like once, a God obtained the mythical creature - Angel!

But because his own strength was too low, it resulted in the Angel turning against him, destroying the Divine Realm and joining the Hell faction.

So becoming a God didn't mean you could rest easy.

If you don't treat your believers well, they might turn against you.

Oppress them, and they will stand up and resist.

If your strength is low, they might directly betray you.

In comparison, the Zerg were truly ideal.

Obedient, hardworking without complaint, requiring no wages, content with just food, and with unwavering faith, there was no risk of betrayal.

Although Zerg were generally weaker than their counterparts at the same level and provided less faith power, this wasn't a problem.

If one wasn't enough, then simply use vast numbers to make up for the deficiency.

Weren't Zerg known for their numbers?

"What a pity, the outcome is already decided," Xu Luo sighed inwardly, observing the situation on the field.