Reborn with Infinite System Points, I Gathered All SSS Classes!

This naked humiliation instantly ignited the fury burning in the chests of every human powerhouse like raging flames.

Even though they were covered in wounds and had lost more than half of their combat strength, the pride engraved in their bones would never allow them to be trampled on like this.

"A warrior may be killed, but never humiliated!"

Someone roared in fury. His battered body tensed in an instant, ready to fight to the death.

A weak voice rang out from the center of the crowd. The dying Leon struggled to raise his head and exhausted all his strength to speak.

"If they want a fight, then we shall fight. We fear nothing!"

The moment his words fell, he forced his hunched body upright despite the worsening of his injuries, standing as straight as an ancient pine that refused to fall in the storm.

The words of the previous generation’s leader instantly ignited everyone’s fighting spirit.

The human powerhouses, already pushed to the brink, erupted with soaring momentum. One after another, they raised their broken weapons. Even though they knew they were no match, they would still fight to the very end.

Seeing this, the Wingborn powerhouses across from them lost all interest in playing around. A cold light flashed in their eyes.

One of the Wingborn experts suddenly blurred. Relying on speed far beyond that of his opponents, he appeared in the middle of the human group in an instant. His large hand shot out and clamped tightly around the neck of one human powerhouse, lifting him into the air.

"Overestimating yourselves. A bunch of broken remnants like you dare oppose us?"

The Wingborn powerhouse’s voice was icy, and his killing intent was fully revealed.

The human powerhouse whose neck was being crushed struggled to breathe, his face turning red. Yet there was not the slightest trace of fear on his face. Instead, a calm smile appeared on his lips, and his gaze remained firm.

"We sons and daughters of humanity may treat life and death lightly, but our honor is above all else.

"Even if I fall today, I will never bow my head to foreign races like you!"

These words completely enraged the Wingborn powerhouse.

A savage light flashed in his eyes. Wind-element magic surged in his palm as he prepared to exert force and snap the man’s neck.

But at that critical moment, a violent and bone-chilling killing aura suddenly erupted from the captured human powerhouse’s body.

The Wingborn powerhouse’s heart jolted. He instantly sensed that something was wrong and instinctively tried to withdraw.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

A deafening boom resounded through the space beyond the world!

The surface of the human powerhouse’s body was instantly covered in dense black cracks.

A terrifying explosion swept outward with him at the center. The immense impact slammed fiercely into the Wingborn powerhouse’s body.

Although there was a full hundred-level gap between the two sides, and although the difference in defense was almost impossible to cross, the force of a self-detonation fueled by one’s entire life still could not be underestimated.

Amid a shrill scream, the Wingborn powerhouse’s entire arm was blown apart on the spot. Flesh and blood scattered through the air, and his massive body was sent flying several dozen meters away by the shockwave.

The surviving human powerhouses looked toward the place where their comrade had self-detonated. Deep grief flashed through their eyes, and their eye rims turned faintly red.

But sorrow did not crush their will.

Instead, it made their conviction even firmer.

The players of Zone 5, and even the players of the entire human race, stared at the tragic scene within the projection, their hearts filling with overwhelming sorrow.

Someone sighed in a low voice.

"These predecessors risked their lives to protect us, yet they ended up like this. It’s truly heartbreaking.

"The Wingborn rely on their level advantage to bully others as they please. They are utterly hateful.

"I only hope that when the guild leader grows even stronger in the future, he can step into that space beyond the world and avenge these human powerhouses who fought in blood, making the foreign races pay the price."

The crowd echoed his words one after another. Their eyes were filled with expectation, placing all their hopes on John.

John watched the figures in the projection rush toward death one after another, and his heart was deeply shaken.

In the past, he had only witnessed the king of the Eaglecrest Empire die on the battlefield. Only today did he realize that there was another group of human powerhouses hidden beyond the world, silently guarding the front line for decades without rest.

The foreign races possessed an overwhelming level advantage. Not only were their attacks ruthless, but they also humiliated their opponents in every possible way. Their despicable conduct brought a cold edge to John’s expression.

Just as his thoughts surged, a system prompt suddenly rang out.

[Previous Lord of Valhalla Leon and the human trial powerhouses detected. Congratulations, Player John. You have temporarily unlocked the qualification for the previous generation’s Beyondworld Trial!]

John immediately opened the trial panel to check.

[Legacy Beyondworld Trial]

[Type: Ancient Cross-plane Trial]

[Description: You may freely enter the Beyondworld Trial space once defended by the previous generation of human powerhouses and participate in the trial stages fought through by generations of humanity.

The trial is divided into multiple stages. Most of the guardians stationed within are powerful foreign race experts. Clearing stages may grant ancient divine materials, high-tier talents, exclusive sequence advancement items, and other rewards. At the same time, you will directly face the major foreign race forces beyond the world.]

John’s heart stirred, and he began to study the panel carefully.

...

At the same time, inside the projection.

Seeing their comrade heavily injure the enemy through self-detonation, the remaining human powerhouses showed no intention of retreating.

"The foreign races are pressing us too hard. Even if we retreat, we won’t escape death!"

"Rather than live on in humiliation, we might as well burn away the last of our strength and fight for one more chance of survival for the others!"

They knew full well that the difference in combat strength was far too great. If this dragged on, all of them would only be captured and humiliated.

Therefore, they chose to ignite the last of their source power without hesitation.

One blinding light after another erupted. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

A series of self-detonations resounded through the desolate space.

...

The players of Zone 5 looked at the human powerhouses in the projection who sacrificed themselves one after another, and their hearts could not calm down for a long time.

The tragic scenes before their eyes reminded them of the countless martyrs throughout history who had shed blood and given their lives to protect their people.

The same unyielding spirit.

The same resolute determination.

For the continuation of their civilization, they were willing to burn themselves to ashes.

The similarity of these scenes struck the softest place in countless hearts.

Suppressed sobs rose from the crowd one after another.

"They clearly gave everything to protect their homeland. Why do they still have to be forced into such a state by foreign races...?"

Among the crowd, many players clenched their fists, their teeth gritted tightly.

"Are the weak only fit to be slaughtered?

"We will never forget this humiliation!"

"As members of the human race, we absolutely cannot stand by and watch our predecessors sacrifice themselves in vain!"

...

Inside the projection, the super-god powerhouses of the God Race, Monster Race, Infernal Race, and other foreign races watched as the human powerhouses went to their deaths one after another.

Not only were they unmoved, but they even let out mocking sneers. Their eyes were filled with amusement and contempt.

In their eyes, the humans’ struggle was nothing more than a futile death throe.

Pitiful and laughable.

At this moment, from the front of the foreign race camp, a burly foreign race leader wearing a dark-gold crown slowly stepped forward.

His name was Valen.

Dense dark magic swirled around his body, and the pressure he emitted far surpassed that of ordinary powerhouses.

Valen swept his gaze over the few remaining human powerhouses, all of whom were covered in wounds. The corner of his mouth curled into a cold and savage grin, and his tone was cruel yet certain.

"Kill them all."

His voice was calm, as though he were merely dealing with a group of insignificant ants.

"These people are the strongest combat forces still remaining among humanity. If we eliminate them today, the human race will lose its pillars. Generation after generation, they will become nothing more than cowards afraid of death, with no chance of rising again."

After a brief pause, Valen’s gaze flickered.

"I have also heard that a little fellow named John has recently appeared on the All-race Battlefield and has been stirring up quite a commotion in human territory.

"But even if his talent is great and his combat power is strong, without the foundation of his race to support him, what waves can he possibly make alone?"

"It won’t be long before he follows in these people’s footsteps. In the end, he will never be a match for the powerhouses of the myriad races."

The foreign race powerhouses burst into laughter and echoed him one after another.

In their eyes, the destruction of humanity had long been destined.

A mere newly risen powerhouse could never reverse the greater tide.