"Sir, this is the list of selected candidates."
Wei Xun came before Chen Feng, his usual fierce demeanor softened as he bowed respectfully: "This time, we have recruited five hundred and six people, the youngest is sixteen and the oldest is forty-three."
Chen Feng raised his head and nodded: "Understood."
Personal Guard!
This is part of Chen Feng's plan.
Judging the strength of a faction cannot rely solely on a few individuals; even if Chen Feng one day ascends to legend, he cannot guarantee staying in the camp forever to protect the people.
The apocalypse has no endpoint; as time passes, the danger will only increase.
Seizing the moment before disaster fully erupts, he needs to forge a combat-ready troop.
Five hundred people, all selected through a layered process, either possessing exceptional strength or swift agility, each with their unique strengths.
