Clang, clang, clang...
Before dawn, a tremendous, rhythmic hammering echoed through the mountains.
The three thousand-odd men resting there swiftly assembled. At Shi Chun's call, they set off with him once more.
Quite a few grumbled behind his back. It wasn't even light yet. Why travel in the middle of the night? Was he in such a hurry to be reincarnated?
But they were merely grumbling. The apprehension and tension of facing a bloody battle that they had felt yesterday were gone. They had all seen through the Chief by now. His chosen targets were always weak, pitiful little groups. The Chief disliked gnawing on hard bones; he only liked bullying the weak with superior strength.
They could only chalk it up to bad luck that they were being dragged all over the place again.
By the time they reached the vicinity of their destination, dawn had broken.
Only after surrounding their targets did they discover that today was different from yesterday. This was a force of nearly two hundred.
These men had also rested overnight and intended to depart after daybreak.
According to the information Xiang Lan'er had provided, once this force set out, the undercover agent among them would have little freedom to act and might find it difficult to slip away en route.
Thus, Shi Chun had led his men out during the night, arriving at dawn and striking before the targets could depart.
This time, the surrounded men did not shout anything about having no insect core crystals.
At Shi Chun's command to attack, the two central columns smashed in first. Their opponents immediately fought back desperately, and the surrounding forces finally got a chance to join a proper fight.
Inside the Royal Capital's Tournament Grounds, countless eyes watched the mirrored scene of the forces clashing