With just one sentence from Sun Fei, the Prince of small countries like Kingdom of Shenhua almost knelt on the ground.
Fortunately, the Purple and Azure Twin Swords didn't transform into a storm of blades. Sun Fei pointed at the two yellow scimitar swordsmen. "Same as before, use your swords to save your lives. Win, live; lose, die!" With that, he flashed into the midst of the Chambord City crowd, pointed at the beautiful mercenary Elena, and said, "Your opponent is her!"
Sun Fei is trying to create an opportunity for Elena.
The beautiful mercenary is gradually moving from the shadows to the open and needs to gain some real power. Therefore, Sun Fei wants Elena to demonstrate her strength in front of old leaders like Best and Brook and gain some merit. This way, she can better integrate into the leadership group in Chambord City and gain everyone's recognition.
When Elena stepped forward with her longbow, the two swordsmen wielding yellow scimitars simultaneously let out a soft breath. They knew they were no match for this King, but this woman, who looked like a vase, didn't seem particularly powerful. They figured that if the two of them joined forces, defeating her shouldn't be a problem.
The battle began quickly.
With a soft shout, the swordsman made his move.
The two men, one wielding a knife in his left hand and the other in his right, were remarkably similar in appearance and attire. Moreover, they seemed to have mastered a tightly coordinated attack technique, transforming into two sharp blades that shot through the air, their chilling aura aimed directly at Elena.
Bang bang bang bang!
Just as everyone was marveling at the tall, slender, and exceptionally beautiful female archer, a series of rapid bowstring twanged, and four dazzling blue ice flowers streaked through the air. No one saw when Elena drew her arrow; her movements were so fast that only a series of twangs remained, as if her delicate hand had simply touched the bowstring and the arrow was already there.
The chilling aura emanating from the Ice Arrow seemed to freeze the very void, its sharp whistling echoing through the air.
No one could describe the speed of those four arrows; the scimitar-wielding swordsman, suspended in mid-air, could only use his sword energy to directly clash against the arrow beams.
Click, click!
The sound of ice shattering rang out, and the two swordsmen staggered backward.
A thin layer of pale blue ice had spread across their bodies, instantly slowing their movements.
This is the Ice Arrow.
No one expected that this seemingly delicate and beautiful girl could shoot arrows so quickly, so accurately, and so ruthlessly, gaining an absolute advantage with a single strike.
The swordsman's wood-elemental fighting frenzy instantly shattered and melted the layers of exploding ice.
But only they themselves knew that the stiffness in their bodies and the chill were still plaguing them.
Both were Four-Star Class Initial Stage experts, and even individually, their strength was not lower than Elena's. However, they had already suffered considerable injuries, especially from the shock to their internal organs caused by Sun Fei's twin swords in mid-air, and their arms were also seriously injured while blocking Sun Fei's kick, thus greatly reducing their strength. In fact, Sun Fei had taken this into consideration, which was why he felt comfortable letting Elena true strength was probably at the Three-Star Class Peak Stage, fight against these two.
After one move, the two swordsmen were put in an extremely passive position.
Because Elena gave the two no chance to engage in close combat, the bowstring twanged like popping beans, testing everyone's visual senses, while Ice Arrow rained down on the two swordsmen like a torrential downpour. Having grown up in the Diablo World, fighting demons and monsters, and facing life-or-death trials, Elena's grasp of combat rhythm and vulnerability far surpassed that of the two swordsmen.
In an instant, the entire summit of East Mountain was filled with a chilling aura. The blood flowing on the ground froze, and a thin layer of blue ice covered the corpses. Those with slightly lower strength were already feeling the cold unbearably. Sun Fei stood in front of Angela, Jima, and Best, switched to [ Sorceress Mode ], and used his magic to create a normal space.
Those watching the battle around them had forgotten to breathe.
Three minutes later, the rain of blue arrows finally stopped.
Neither of the swordsmen was hit by an arrow.
However, they had already lost.
Because layers of blue ice had completely covered their bodies, the two were frozen solid by the cold air from the Ice Arrow, becoming ice men, their entire bodies covered by ice blocks at least fifty centimeters thick, and they had long since stopped breathing.
Slap! Slap!
Elena fired her final two arrows.
It's not Ice Arrow.
They were ordinary arrows.
The two blocks of ice encasing the swordsmen shattered into a pile of ice shards, along with the swordsmen's bodies. Their bodies had been completely invaded by the cold air and had long since become extremely fragile; a light tap was enough to turn them into a pile of fragments.
Only then did the surrounding crowd realize with horror that throughout the entire process, this stunningly beautiful female archer hadn't moved an inch, standing perfectly still and completely defeating the two Four-Star Class Initial Stage swordsmen.
Terrifying control of rhythm and combat talent.
Even experts like Arshavin, the [ Zenit God of War ], and the purple-clad girl Ziyan, who were fully focused on healing Dou Qi, were taken aback. The two experts remained silent, thinking that even they wouldn't have been able to control the rhythm of the battle so well.
When Elena sheathed her longbow and gently stood behind Sun Fei, everyone came to their senses.
Another expert!
There's actually such a master in Chambord City?
Where did it come from?
Even some of the people from Chambord City who had never seen Elena before were now scrutinizing this stunningly beautiful magical archer with astonishment. Only the warden Oleg knew a little bit of the inside story. The fat man's mouth was agape, thinking to himself that he was lucky he had always been very respectful to this lady. She was a ruthless killer; two living Four-Star Class experts had been turned into ice shards in the blink of an eye.
With the deaths of the two most skilled swordsmen, the remaining members of Paris's group were utterly dejected, like stray dogs.
Some people were already kneeling on the ground, begging for their lives.
"Only the brave will descend from the summit of East Mountain alive. Hmph, you dare to disrupt my coronation ceremony? You've got quite the nerve, haven't you? Today I'll give you a chance. Now, unleash the courage you had an hour ago! Whoever it is, whoever wins one match can leave here alive!"
As Sun Fei finished speaking, the newly promoted Taurus Gold Saint Didier Drogba stood tall in the arena like Giant.
"I'll go first!"
Seeing that the opponent standing before them was neither Sun Fei, who could instantly kill Five-Star Class expert, nor the female demon archer with astonishing strength, a One-Star Warrior rushed out before his companions. Because anyone with a little strength could see that although the giant sent by Chambord City was muscular and had a fierce face, he had almost no Dou Qi fluctuations and did not seem to be an expert.
Many people saw a chance to survive, but unfortunately, this cleverer samurai got to be at the front.
Clang!
The samurai drew his longsword from his waist; even when facing a weak opponent, he dared not be careless in the slightest.
The others looked at the samurai with envy.
However, they soon stopped envying him.
It turned into deep fear.
When they saw the samurai grinning as he pierced the shoulder of the long-haired giant, but the giant, seemingly oblivious, smashed the samurai's head with a punch as if it were a watermelon, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. Clearly, this giant was displaying the fierce fighting style of his King, not even flinching at being pierced in the shoulder, and taking the life of One-Star Warrior with a single punch.
Is this even human?
Are all the people of Chambord City a bunch of outlaws?
Everyone could hear the rattling and chattering of their own teeth.
Bang bang bang bang!
Drogba pulled out his longsword and tossed it aside. He then smacked his lips, pounded his wound a few times with his fist, drawing blood, and his face contorted with a ferocious and excited expression. Seemingly oblivious to the pain, he roared, "Next! Who's next? Hahaha!"
The group of people opposite them felt their legs go weak.
"You, get out here!" Drogba pointed at a tall and burly Kingdom of Shenhua guard.
The guard emerged trembling, as if he had been driven mad with fear. Suddenly, he let out a frenzied howl, brandishing his broadsword like a windmill, his body wreathed in red Dou Qi aura, and charged forward like a wounded beast.
Bang!
It was still just one punch.
This time, the guard's longsword missed Drogba. The fool had been pretending to Avoid, but in a flash, he dodged and smashed the guard's head with a punch.
This guard originally had the strength of One-Star Class, but his mental fortitude was too poor, and he was scared half to death. In addition, Drogba had been enhanced by the [ Hulk Potion ], and his human strength far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people. This guy was also extremely cunning, and he actually killed the guard with a single punch.
Seeing the red and white brain matter dripping onto Drogba's fist, everyone felt an uncontrollable chill run down their spines.
That's too barbaric, too violent, too cruel!
Sun Fei couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. Why was Drogba so obsessed with smashing other people's heads? He was a real pervert! He needed to be taught a lesson; it was really damaging to Chambord City's healthy and friendly image!
"You... get out here!" Drogba pointed his finger at the other side again.
A nauseating stench wafted over, and the unfortunate man who was pointed at was so terrified that he soiled himself and collapsed to the ground.
Five or six minutes passed, and four or five warriors had their heads smashed by His King's Taurus Gold Saint. The four or five corpses lay scattered around Drogba, who also had three bloody holes in his body, gushing blood, but none of them were fatal. Drogba showed no sign of pain.
Sun Fei saw that he had already shown off enough, so he beckoned the idiot back.
The next person to replace Drogba was Paul Pierce, the Capricorn Gold Saint.
Everyone initially thought that the Chambord City warriors, who had returned after the departure of a psychopath who liked to smash other people's heads, would be more normal. However, ten minutes later, seeing the pile of mangled flesh surrounding Paul Pierce, the Prince, envoys, and warriors from Kingdom of Shenhua and other countries were filled with despair.
This white-haired kid is even more perverted.
No matter the opponent, he would simply shout "Long live King Alexander, Excalibur!" and charge forward, then inexplicably dismember them, turning them into a pile of minced meat. It was truly terrifying. This white-haired strongman seemed to be able to unleash an invisible sword aura, unstoppable. No armor, shield, Sharp Sword, or longsword could withstand it in the slightest. Looking at the broken pieces of swords and knives among the minced meat on the ground, everyone felt like crying.
One guy who liked smashing heads left, and another guy who likes dismembering bodies came along!
Are all the people in Chambord City this twisted?
The King huddled together, trembling and with tears streaming down their faces.
The third person standing on the court was Gordon Brook.
This guy's performance was finally a bit more normal, unlike his two colleagues who were abnormal. However, after being enhanced by the [ Hulk Potion ], Brook's strength increased wildly. With his Two-Star Class Peak Stage strength, he encountered almost no challenges and killed four or five opponents in a row, successfully completing the mission.
Sun Fei was deliberately creating opportunities for his men to engage in real combat, giving them experience in one-on-one battles in preparation for the upcoming Zenit Empire military exercises.
Of course, it was also a chance to demonstrate the strength of Chambord City to the Princess and [ Zenit God of War ] Arshavin, among others.
Clearly, Sun Fei achieved his goal.
As the remaining King, envoys, and guards from Paris's side were mercilessly hacked down like logs by the burly men and warriors of Chambord City, even the seriously injured warden Oleg forced himself to fight off one or two of the opposing guards, the expressions in the eyes of the princess and Arshavin and the others shifted from initial anger and displeasure to shock and solemnity. The strength of Chambord City far exceeded their expectations, and there were even some mysterious factors involved that they could not understand. At this point, even though Arshavin was very dissatisfied with Sun Fei's unauthorized release of the Cold-Blooded Witch Paris, he had to put aside his dissatisfaction and reconsider the future relationship with the King's Sword of this sixth-rank vassal state.
In the end, the only enemies left on the summit of East Mountain were a dozen or so Prince of the King.
Even if these Prince had some strength, they were so pampered and spoiled that they had never seen anything like this before. They were so frightened that they huddled together, closed their eyes, urinated and defecated, and cried for their mothers.
However, at this moment, Sun Fei did something unexpected again—he sent his father-in-law Best, who had no Dou Qi or magical strength whatsoever.
"Could this effeminate old man who can barely walk be a master?"
[ Zenit God of War ] Arshavin couldn't sense any power from the old white-faced Best, not even physical strength. He thought the old white-faced Best's strength was so high that even he, Six-Star Class expert, couldn't sense it, and his expression became even more solemn.
Who knows--
Cough cough cough cough!
The handsome old man cleared his throat, magically produced a ledger, and said unhurriedly, "Well, after this messenger has carefully tallied and calculated, your disturbance of the King's coronation hall, the damage to property, the trampling of flowers and plants, and the delay... well, in total, has caused a loss of 230,000 Imperial Gold Coins. If you are willing to compensate double the amount, my King, with his unparalleled benevolence and magnanimity, is willing to let you leave alive!"
Arshavin, who was healing, nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood and went into a qi deviation.
A master.
He is indeed a master.
He's just a master of haggling and a penny-pincher.
However, these words were like heavenly music to the Prince who were huddled together and trembling. The twenty-odd princes looked at the handsome old man Best as if he were a white-bearded divine Best who had descended from the sky. They were so kind and approachable that they wanted to crawl over and hug the old man's legs and burst into tears.
"We'll surrender! Alexander the King Alexander, wisdom, and magnanimity..."
For the Prince, Best's words were like a godsend, a timely help after a long drought. As long as they could live, what did a little money matter—even though the amount was a bit outrageous.
With virtually no Resist, the Prince vied to sign the reparations agreement with Best, signing it and pressing their engraved tokens and fingerprints on it. In the blink of an eye, Chambord City received nearly 800,000 Imperial gold coins in 'war reparations,' making an astonishing fortune.
Even Princess Tanasha, whose wisdom and strategies are as deep as the ocean, found this somewhat unbelievable.
So easily... a huge sum of money in hand?
Many people had previously speculated that, given the King's cruel and bloodthirsty nature, these Prince would inevitably meet their end. Who knew he would handle the final matter in such a way? Upon closer examination, even the [ Female Literary Sage ] Princess was impressed and had to applaud this brilliant method. Not only could it avoid creating irreconcilable enmity with these countries, but it also secured a huge sum of money to develop Chambord City —truly killing two birds with one stone!
She felt she understood this King named Alexander less and less.
Soon, guards, like herding beggars, led by the jailer Oleg, took the dozen or so Prince away and locked them in the city's " Little Black Room." These Prince would be held hostage until they received their respective King ' "war reparations," at which point they would be released from Chambord City " Little Black Room."
The Sun had risen high in the sky, and the temperature had warmed up slightly.
Only two groups remained atop East Mountain: the Chambord City and the forces of the Eldest Princess.
Of the more than two hundred elite cavalrymen, less than twenty remained. Grand Knight Roman Pavlyuchenko and the female swordsman Susan were both seriously injured. The incomparably beautiful purple-clad girl Ziyan and [ Zenit God of War ] Arshavin were even more severely injured and could only sit on the ground, using all their Dou Qi to heal their wounds.
This was supposed to be a moment of great victory, and some cavalrymen were already preparing to cheer...
but--
The atmosphere didn't seem as cheerful as they had imagined.
The eldest princess lowered her head and remained silent, her expression still.
Sun Fei stood still, quietly watching the Princess and Arshavin. The expression on his face was neither joy nor submission, nor respect nor flattery...
Instead, it was... indifference and disgust.
His gaze was even colder than when he looked at Paris and the others.
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