Hot-Blooded Men, Loyalty Above All!

It was Wang Peng!

That brat had indeed caught up, and he had even taken the initiative to attack their squad!

Qin Heng swiftly rose to his feet and looked downstairs through the broken doorway.

That tremor just now had been Qian Feilong's doing—he had kicked Huang Jiancheng flying into the wall.

Huang Jiancheng now clutched his chest as he collapsed to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He said with difficulty, "You... you actually dared to openly attack martial warriors? That's a serious crime!"

Jin Wenxin stood to one side, gripping his blade nervously in a defensive stance.

Wang Peng's squad had seven people. Qian Feilong and Wang Peng stood side by side at the front, while the other five stood behind them.

Facing the injured Huang Jiancheng, Wang Peng said blandly, "First, no one here has passed the assessment yet. You are not official martial warriors and are neither protected nor bound by the Martial Warrior Protection Act and Martial Warrior Administration Regulations. Second, this is the wilderness. No matter what happens here, no legal responsibility needs to be borne."

Then he raised his head, spotted Qin Heng on the third floor, and grinned. "Qin Heng, we meet again. If nothing unexpected happens, this will be the last time you and I ever meet."

His killing intent was already glaringly obvious, utterly undisguised. He had only one purpose in coming here: to kill Qin Heng!

"What a boastful tone!"

Zhao Dongxing, Liang Yunkai, and the others were all alerted. One after another, they emerged from the ruined rooms where they had been resting, grabbed their weapons, and jumped downstairs.

Qin Heng came down as well. Seven against seven, the two sides were evenly matched on the surface.

Seeing their stance, Wang Peng chuckled. "You want to fight me? Do you not know who I am?"

Jin Wenxin said, "I don't care who you are. If you want to touch Qin Heng, you'll have to get past me first!"

When Qin Heng had killed the Blood Claw Demon Wolf earlier, Jin Wenxin had been the first to help him, resolving his crisis for him. Jin Wenxin was deeply grateful for that.

Now that someone wanted to harm Qin Heng, he naturally would not allow it.

Wang Peng merely sneered without speaking.

Qian Feilong flexed his finger joints and said indifferently, "I advise you to think this through carefully. Is it worth sacrificing your lives for a stranger you have known for less than a day?"

"Cut the crap. If you want to fight, come on. We're not afraid of you!" Jin Wenxin replied fearlessly.

Zhao Dongxing stepped forward. "Qian Feilong, you're supposed to be a genius student of the War God Martial Hall's Elite Class. How did you end up becoming the lapdog of some second-generation cultivator?"

Qian Feilong knew Zhao Dongxing. Hearing that, he replied, "You are as foolish with your words as ever. Do you know what a circle is? Young Master Wang and I are friends. He is not merely a second-generation cultivator—he is also a genius no less talented than I am. After cultivating the Innate Fetal Breathing Art for a year, he became an Elementary Martial Warrior and was already preselected for the War God Martial Hall's Elite Class."

"What genius? His granduncle is the Vice Hall Master of the War God Martial Hall. Getting into the Elite Class would only take a word from him!" Zhao Dongxing said, unconvinced.

Qian Feilong was somewhat displeased. "You know nothing about the Elite Class!"

Entering the Elite Class was the thing he was proudest of. To have it dismissed so lightly had already stirred anger in his heart.

Zhao Dongxing did not waste any more words. "Then let me experience it for myself today!"

Qian Feilong said, "Have you thought this through? If you make a move, you will not leave here alive!"

As he spoke, he took half a step forward, releasing an astonishing aura.

The strength of a War God Martial Hall Elite Class student was beyond doubt!

With only a glance from him, Zhao Dongxing and the others found themselves unable to bear it, feeling as though Qian Feilong could kill them with a single move the next second.

"Tut, tut..."

Watching this, Wang Peng teased, "Qin Heng, you really are lucky. In just half a day, people are actually willing to risk their lives for you."

Qin Heng said, "Stop talking nonsense. If you want to make a move, just try it!"

Qian Feilong might have been powerful, but that did not mean Qin Heng was some soft persimmon to be squeezed!

He had been itching for a fight. Since someone had delivered himself to the door, then they would have a great battle and fight to their hearts' content!

Qin Heng gripped his blade and stepped to the very front, utterly fearless in the face of the pressure from Wang Peng's seven-man squad.

"Qin Heng, we're with you!"

Jin Wenxin and Zhao Dongxing stepped forward on his left and right, both loyal to the bone.

Wang Peng remained calm and composed, as though victory were already in his grasp.

His gaze swept over Huang Jiancheng, Liang Yunkai, and the others behind them as he asked blandly, "What about you? Do you want to die with Qin Heng, or leave while you still can?"

Huang Jiancheng climbed to his feet and chuckled. "What, you want to persuade us not to interfere, then deal with Qin Heng and Wen Xin first before coming back to finish us off?"

Wang Peng frowned.

That had indeed been his intention. He had not expected them to see through it.

Huang Jiancheng continued, "Keep dreaming. We are not fools. We are all martial warriors; there is no need for those schemes and tricks. If you want to fight, come on. At worst, we'll fight until the fish dies and the net tears!"

"That's right!"

"If you want war, then fight! You sure talk a lot of crap!"

The others showed no fear either.

Hot-blooded men put loyalty before all else!

Qin Heng had fought alongside them and had even helped them kill Monsters, resolving their crisis. Now that someone wanted to harm Qin Heng, there was no way they could stand aside!

The two sides stood with swords drawn and bows bent, seven against seven. No one feared the other.

"Before we begin, I'll give you one final chance. Those who want to live can still retreat now. Young Master Wang will not care about nameless nobodies like you." Qian Feilong narrowed his eyes, ready to strike.

After saying that, he gave Zhao Dongxing a separate reminder. "Think about your parents. You are their only son. Do you want them to suffer the pain of losing their child in middle age?"

At those words, Zhao Dongxing's expression grew complicated for an instant.

But he quickly replied, "You talk much more nonsense than before." His gaze remained firm.

"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Then you cannot blame me."

Qian Feilong's eyes turned cold, his killing intent fully exposed.

"Come and fight!"

Zhao Dongxing shouted low and attacked first, launching an offensive with his blade in one hand.

Qian Feilong snorted coldly. His body flashed, and though he moved later, he arrived first.

Bang!

Zhao Dongxing had not even seen how he moved before he was kicked flying.

The gap between the two was immediately clear.

"Everyone, be careful! Leave him to me!"

Qin Heng saw Qian Feilong's strength at a glance. He was not someone Zhao Dongxing and the others could handle, so Qin Heng decisively stepped forward, intending to test him personally.

"Just you?"

Qian Feilong did not take Qin Heng seriously at all. Facing him, he did not even draw his weapon. He merely flashed forward and swept out with a kick.

But the result of that strike exceeded his expectations.

Qin Heng was not Zhao Dongxing!

He was far stronger!

After just one exchange, Qian Feilong realized his mistake. Qin Heng, who should have been kicked flying, had not only remained unmoved but had also steadily blocked the attack, while a war blade came chopping down over his head.

"Such strength?"

Qian Feilong was secretly startled and hurriedly pulled back to evade.

Wang Peng was still smiling from the side. "A-Long, take it slow. Don't kill him in one blow. That would be no fun."

He had no idea that Qin Heng's strength was nothing like what they had imagined!

Clang!

Qian Feilong drew his sword.

Qin Heng was too strong. Their strength was evenly matched, and without a weapon in hand, Qian Feilong would be bleeding within a few moves.

His reaction was timely enough. The instant he realized something was wrong, he immediately cast aside a genius's arrogance and unleashed all his skill.

"Hey, seriously? You need to draw your sword to deal with such a weakling?"

Wang Peng had yet to realize the gravity of the situation and mocked from the side.

"Qin Heng, I'll help you!"

At that moment, Jin Wenxin joined the battle as well.

Qian Feilong faced two Elementary Martial Warriors at once, and the pressure surged instantly. Unable to care about saving face, he shouted sharply, "Stop standing around! All of you, attack!"