Whether it was the eldest princess or Paris, when they unanimously and tacitly chose the remote and harsh Chambord City as the location for this contest six months ago, they absolutely did not take Chambord City, a weak country like an ant, and its idiotic King seriously, because there was no need to—in fact, not only did they, who were high and mighty, never even give Chambord City a second glance.
In everyone's imagination, from the very beginning when it was chosen as the place of competition, Chambord City and this King named Alexander were destined to become a ridiculous tragedy, a dispensable foil. Their only fate was to witness the Glory of the victor between the princess and Paris, and then accompany the loser into the eternal abyss of Hell, turning into a pile of ruins and a skeleton.
In this continent governed by the law of the jungle, who would care about the pleas and cries of the weak?
But now, what is happening before our eyes has overturned everyone's understanding.
The very man they had long considered a weakling, instead of wailing and pleading, used his savage fists and fierce slaps to completely shatter the jawbones of each arrogant face. Then, with his filthy feet, he brutally trampled those haughty, smug faces into dog excrement, forcing everyone to swallow this sudden humiliation and shock!
Who is the clown?
It's definitely not the King in front of me.
Who is truly in control?
They certainly weren't the ones who thought they had everything under control beforehand.
The morning sun was as red as blood, and the summit of East Mountain had never felt so cold.
"How is this possible? How did you do all this?" The Cold-Blooded Witch finally couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice, voicing the question that had been driving everyone crazy.
"It's simple, just play dead, it's not like it's a technical skill..."
Sun Fei, with a smirk, poured the last of the cold mountain spring water onto the face of the blonde little Loli, Jima, who was lying on the ground. The little Loli was the last 'corpse' left; she had been struck in the chest by the Cold-Blooded Witch Paris, sustaining some injuries. Sun Fei helped the little Loli, who had finally groggily woken up, and continued, "Heh heh, people like you big shots, with your noses in the sky, how could you possibly care about the life or death of a nobody..."
This question left everyone speechless, utterly dumbfounded.
That's right. They had previously looked down on these lowly farmers from Chambord City, so they didn't care whether the Chambord City guards were alive or dead. In the midst of such fierce fighting, no one had the energy to check whether the extras lying on the ground were really dead or just pretending... This was their misconception and blind spot.
However, the Cold-Blooded Witch Paris wasn't so easily fooled. Hearing this, she frowned and pointed at Angela and Jima behind Sun Fei, retorting disdainfully, "That's impossible. I clearly felt that little guy's heartbeat had completely stopped, and this little girl even took a blow from my palm..."
Sun Fei glanced at Paris as if she were an idiot, then waved a delicate little women's breastplate in his hand. A slender handprint was clearly visible on the steel breastplate, a startling sight. "You're right. Without this little breastplate, this little brat's life would have been in grave danger today!"
The people around were a little dumbfounded.
No one expected that this seemingly Barbarian and rude King would have such a delicate mind, and he was also incredibly generous, even arming a seemingly insignificant little maid to the teeth with such thick steel breastplates. It's understandable that this blonde little maid was able to escape with her life from a casual blow by the Cold-Blooded Witch Paris.
Only the Cold-Blooded Witch Paris shook her head slightly.
She knew the real reason was definitely not as simple as Sun Fei had said, but since this cunning bastard was unwilling to say, there was no point in pressing him further, so she simply kept quiet and stopped asking.
But now, Paris found herself increasingly unable to understand this King. What kind of person was he? An idiot? A genius? A villain? A hero? The Cold-Blooded Witch Paris was very confident that her sixth sense could help her see through a man's true nature at first glance—in fact, less than three or four hours ago, she had thought she had seen through this King as well. However, now she had to completely overturn her previous assessment, but when it came to redefining this King, Paris couldn't find the right words in her mind.
That's it.
Under the complex gazes of the crowd, the Chambord City forces who had appeared atop East Mountain had all revived from their 'corpse' state. Gradually, many realized that they had clearly maintained their suspended animation with the help of a magical potion, and had regained consciousness after being stimulated by cold water... However, what they found hard to accept was that, looking at the corpses of their experts lying on the ground, who could have imagined that while the powerful Star-Rank Warrior under Princess Eldest and Paris's command had perished on the spot, the only force with zero casualties was Chambord City, which was destined to be completely annihilated from the start?
"Haha, everyone, let's discuss how to deal with these scumbags?"
If you have the chance to show off and don't, you're the biggest fool in the Number One. For Sun Fei, every opportunity to show off is precious. So he patted his butt and sat down casually on a huge boulder more than a meter high next to him, crossed his legs happily, and pointed at the big shots like the Cold-Blooded Witch Paris without any restraint, Earth Inquiry a grin.
These seemingly honest and simple-minded guards in Chambord City are no good either.
The proof is as follows--
"That's easy to ask. Back then, all the men were killed, and the women were spared... Hehe!" Taurus Gold Saint Drogba lewdly chuckled. If it weren't for the blonde Loli Jima glaring at him, he would have blurted out something inappropriate for children.
"Uh... it's all up to Your Majesty." With Drogba's brilliance as a precedent, Michael Ballack followed Sun Fei's lead without question.
"Why not leave it to the princess and the others to handle?" The short, burly Essien, looked simple-minded but had a bit of cleverness.
"..." Frank Lampard didn't speak, but just gripped the black Giant Divine Weapon, tightly in his hand.
"Woof woof woof woof woof!!!" The Big Black looked at Paris and the others with a hostile expression and barked wildly a few times.
Sun Fei, with a blade of grass he'd gotten from who-knows-where dangling from his mouth, just grinned and stared at Paris without saying a word.
The group's smirking faces were infuriating to everyone else.
"To celebrate now? Is it too early? Your Alexander, I must admit, you have shocked me once again. But... what a pity. If you think that trapping us with magical traps means you have everything under control, you are too naive. Hehehehe... Look at the scene in the city below the mountain, and listen carefully!" It was I who said this. Paris seemed to have recovered from the huge blow and shock, and that smile that could ignite the desire of any man reappeared on her face.
As if to prove the truth of Paris's words, five or six huge columns of smoke suddenly rose into the sky from the Chambord City at the foot of the mountain. From afar, one could see that some buildings in the town were burning fiercely, the wind was howling, and a faint cry could be heard from afar.
Angela, Lampard, and the others' expressions changed.
A confident glint suddenly returned to the Cold-Blooded Witch Paris's stunning face. "Hehehe, what a pity. I suddenly remember that before arriving at the summit of East Mountain, I seemed to have deployed more than a dozen raiding squads in the city. Your Majesty Alexander, if you remove the magic circle now and let us leave, I might still be able to stop them from breaching and looting your palace and the mansions of the nobles in the city. Otherwise..."
Paris paused here, then looked at Sun Fei with a smile.
She stopped, but her expression clearly conveyed her meaning. Although Sun Fei had unexpectedly gained control of the situation at the top of East Mountain by feigning death, it did not mean that she had truly become the final winner. At least she still held a trump card that would allow her and her subordinates to escape unscathed.
Hearing the words of the Cold-Blooded Witch Paris, the King behind her finally saw hope again and became arrogant once more. Paris was indeed one of the two most terrifying women in the capital; she had even held back a trick up her sleeve at this moment. They couldn't help but let out slightly provocative taunts.
"Haha, King, hurry up and remove the magic traps, or your palace will be reduced to ruins..."
"If Chambord City is destroyed, you'll become a king of a fallen kingdom, hahaha!"
"You managed to escape unscathed this time thanks to your cleverness, but you should know when to stop!"
" Alexander, what good is all your glory when your own people are suffering in blood and fire? You call yourself a benevolent king, don't you care about their lives?"
Those who made the clamor were all Prince from countries like Kingdom of Shenhua and Kingdom of Luneng, with Da Leiwang being the most aggressive, as if he himself, not Sun Fei, held the upper hand and controlled life and death.
Sun Fei's expression changed slightly.
However, he did not appear particularly panicked.
He turned his gaze to Princess Tanasha, the " Female Literary Sage," who seemed to understand something. She sighed softly, saying nothing, but the female swordsman Susan beside her blurted out, " Alexander, you cannot let them go! I order you to kill that woman immediately..."
Sun Fei gave a cold laugh and then glanced at [ Zenit God of War ] Arshavin.
"If you help me kill this woman, I am willing to grant you three prosperous cities far surpassing Chambord City, and you will still be a king with the noble status of the Zenit Empire!" Arshavin promised.
Sun Fei snorted coldly, offering no direct answer.
He switched to [ Assassin Mode ].
She walked out step by step, her fingers trembling gently and rhythmically.
When he was about twenty meters away from the Cold-Blooded Witch Paris, Sun Fei switched back to [ Barbarian Mode ] and unleashed his power without restraint. His powerful physical strength grew wildly like an endless wave, rising steadily. His terrifying aura made everyone around him clearly feel his power.
His gaze swept over Paris's stunning face without lingering or hesitation, finally settling on the face of the swordsman. Sun Fei smiled arrogantly, "You're a master, so I'm willing to give you a fair fight. There are no magical traps within twenty meters. If you can defeat me, I'll let you leave the summit of East Mountain!"
At this moment, everyone could feel the surging fighting spirit emanating from Sun Fei.
The swordsman gripped the hilt tightly and turned to look at Paris.
" Alexander, do you really not care about your palace and your people at all? If you insist on doing this and delay any longer, without my order, your palace will be reduced to rubble and your people will become skeletons..." Paris's expression changed slightly as she threatened sharply.
Sun Fei laughed heartily, "Some will turn into skeletons, but they will definitely not be my people."
"What do you mean?" Paris was taken aback, a bad feeling creeping into her heart.
"What I mean is, His Majesty Sun Fei anticipated this move..."
A clear, melodious female voice suddenly came from the stone steps in the distance. Soon, a stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in magnificent magical armor and carrying a pale gold longbow, appeared slowly in everyone's sight. The gold still shone on her body, and the magical armor shimmered with a faint five-colored radiance, like an awe-inspiring and inviolable Valkyrie walking step by step across the distant sea of clouds.
Upon first glance at this stunningly beautiful woman, the men felt a sudden, overwhelming light, as if something within their brains was collapsing. The women, on the other hand, subconsciously scanned every part of her, comparing her to themselves. Even wise women like the Cold-Blooded Witch Paris and the princess were no exception.
A beauty as lovely as jade, a sunrise as golden as gold.
This is a beautiful picture.
Of course, the scene would be even more beautiful if this red-haired Valkyrie, who resembles a burning flame, wasn't carrying a bloody head.
Snap!
The bloodied head traced a graceful arc through the air before landing at Paris's feet.
"This beast led his men to commit some despicable acts in Viscount Louis's mansion, so I cut off his head! As for the others, they can have an intact corpse!"
The cool demeanor of the beautiful mercenary Elena made Sun Fei want to hug her tightly and kiss her hard. Her words were so powerful and impressive.
When Paris saw the head at her feet, her heart sank.
This man was the leader of the looting squad she had left in Chambord City. He possessed the strength of Four-Star Class Initial Stage cultivator. With almost all the experts gathered at the summit of East Mountain, no one should have been able to threaten him. Unexpectedly, he was beheaded and carried to the summit of East Mountain, where he was thrown at her feet. The matter was crystal clear: since even the leader was dead, it was obvious that the looting squad she had left in the city was doomed.
This judgment almost caused Paris to lose her instinct for thinking.
The word "tragic" seemed to be associated with this Cold-Blooded Witch for the first time. In fact, the atmosphere and situation at this moment for Paris's side was more than just tragic; it was downright desperate. Every time she revealed a card, she was full of confidence, thinking that she had secured the victory. But today, reality was crueler than ever before, making her confidence seem ridiculous time and time again. By now, all her confidence seemed like a joke, because the King in front of her was like an omnipotent god, easily destroying all of Paris's preparations and turning this most terrifying woman in the Zenit capital into a self-amusing clown.
Paris became more and more obsessed than ever before.
She even felt a little helpless.
In the midst of this unsettling silence, the Big Black [ Black Whirlwind ] once again began to strut its stuff with an unusually flamboyant gait.
Navigating unseen magical traps, the Big Black safely led the female archer Elena, along with the handsome old man Best, military leader Gordon Brook, Capricorn Gold Saint Paul Pierce, and others who appeared one after another on the stone steps, to Angela and Lampard's side.
All the 'leaders' of Chambord City appeared at the summit of East Mountain.
Now, this is a force that no one can ignore.
Because a most powerful King stood beside them.
Seeing what had just happened, it goes without saying that everyone understood: the Cold-Blooded Witch Paris's so-called last trump card had completely failed. The King who had been shouting the loudest earlier were now pale-faced, wishing they could slap themselves hard for speaking up...
If feigning death was merely a clever trick that succeeded temporarily, now no one doubts that Sun Fei's ultimate victory was solely due to luck. Everyone should reflect on this: no matter how the situation changed, this King was always firmly on the high ground of certain victory. From the assassination attempt by the traitorous messenger at the beginning, to the power struggle between the two factions of the Princess and Paris, to feigning death, to using various means to kill several experts in one go, to the resurrection of the 'corpse,' and to the incredible annihilation of the looting squad left by Paris in Chambord City... the way he handled this series of unexpected events far exceeded the capabilities of most King. Even compared to Paris and the Princess, two recognized powerful and wise figures in the capital, he was in no way inferior.
Formidable personal strength, strategic brilliance across different levels of difficulty, and an unparalleled, fierce personality...
Is this the true face of the King of Chambord City?
While most people were merely shocked by Sun Fei's personal strength and performance, Paris and the Princess, who had already guessed what was going on, were even more astonished by the strength displayed by Chambord City in this contest. Clearly, this small country's true strength was far more than what was currently apparent. The ability to silently wipe out multiple raiding squads, and the presence of at least three or four Four-Star Class or even Five-Star Class experts... this was truly terrifying. For a mere sixth-tier vassal state to possess such strength, it was likely far superior to even the first and second-tier vassal states.
What exactly happened in this country? Or what is happening now?
A gentle breeze blew by, and Paris chuckled as she tucked a stray strand of her wind-blown hair behind her ear.
In this state of despair, a faint smile reappeared on the Cold-Blooded Witch's face. However, this time, her smile was no longer as alluring as before. Instead, it possessed a naturalness and innocence, as if all artifice had been washed away, revealing her true self. She was like a little girl rejected by a knight she secretly loved. Paris sighed and gently waved her slender hand.
Then, the swordsman beside her stepped forward and stood in front of Sun Fei.
Buzzing.
The swordsman removed the mask that had been covering his face, revealing a handsome face to everyone. A sharp longsword in his hand rang slightly, the blade vibrating and producing a series of clear, melodious sword sounds—a sign that the swordsman was unleashing his full power without reservation.
"Ah, he is Dani, one of the [Two Hidden Ones], the swordsman [ White Snow Peak Hermit ], the eldest Prince of the first-class vassal state of Nadako. He has been living in seclusion on a snow-capped peak in Kingdom of Nadako for many years. I never thought he would be willing to rush into the life of an assassin for Paris!" Someone recognized the swordsman's identity.
Sun Fei couldn't help but glance at him slightly.
Today, the legendary " One Sword " displayed irresistible strength, stunning the entire audience before gracefully departing, leaving a deep impression. Unexpectedly, one of the "Two Hidden Ones," ranked second among the younger generation of experts in the Zenit Empire's vassal states, also appeared before his eyes.
"I am willing to fight you fairly. If I lose, I will die; if I win, please spare Paris." This was the first time [ White Snow Peak Hermit ] had spoken since he appeared today. His voice was deep and magnetic. It had to be admitted that this Prince named Dani was indeed a very outstanding man, but his face was slightly etched with worry, as if he had a lot of unhappiness on his mind.
Sun Fei never expected that he would be willing to risk his life to plead for the Witch Paris.
"Let's fight first and then talk."
Sun Fei remained noncommittal, then suddenly his eyes turned cold, and he stretched out his arms to the left and right, letting out a roar.
In the next instant, various colored flames suddenly burst forth from his body. Amidst the flickering flames, armor, breastplate, gauntlets, gloves, belt, leg guards, heavy boots... one after another, pieces of armor surging with powerful energy suddenly appeared and covered his muscular body. His entire body was instantly enveloped in this mysterious armor that exuded a magnificent yet powerful aura.
This is a set of armor with a style completely different from that of the Azeroth Continent.
Every part of it shimmered with a strange magical aura, and the mysterious patterns and engravings exuded incredible power. Although it didn't completely enclose the human body like heavy knight armor, it completely covered every vital part of Sun Fei's body. Even his five fingers were covered by exquisitely designed steel gloves. These gloves, in terms of both power and joint technology, far surpassed the white black steel claws of the White-Robed Thorn from before. They fit tightly to his palm and five fingers without affecting the movement or tactile sensation of his fingers, as if they were made of iron.
An iron hand reached out.
A pair of strangely shaped and extremely powerful Purple and Azure Twin Swords, one blue and one purple, shone brightly in the flames and materialized in Sun Fei's hand.
This was the first time Sun Fei had demonstrated the process of Summon Barbarian equipment in front of outsiders.
This was also the first time that equipment from the Diablo World was manifested for combat.
When this set of equipment, which was almost the most powerful of all of Sun Fei's current modes, was manifested, Sun Fei's strength rapidly increased at a terrifying speed, leaving the surrounding crowd speechless.
Four-Star Class Initial Stage... Four-Star Class Intermediate Stage... Four-Star Class Advanced Stage...
"Her fate is in her own hands; your sword can only save yourself!" As his aura reached its peak, Sun Fei shook his head and said, "I'll only use one move. If you can withstand that one move and survive, then you can leave East Mountain Peak alive today."
Two-in-one.
I just had a few arguments with someone, and I'm in a bad mood. I don't know if I've captured the feeling of satisfaction in my writing.
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I'm exhausted.