"Who is it?" Andrew was horrified, both shocked and furious.
The third [ Giant Hammer Battalion ] hammer wielder of the [ Gale Legion ] was now in a sorry state. Only two broken iron chains, each less than three or four meters long, remained on his arms. The rest, along with the giant iron hammer, had been broken into iron filings and scattered on the ground. Even more pitifully, blood was dripping from the tiger's mouth of his hands, the veins on his arms were bulging, and he was trembling uncontrollably, unable to even lift his arms. He had been crippled in half of his fighting ability by a single, seemingly harmless punch from the person who had suddenly appeared.
What amazing boxing skills!
What terrifying power!
Such a master was someone Andrew had never encountered in his Zongheng career at Hot Springs Pass, which terrified him.
What embarrassed Andrew even more was that, in response to his angry questioning, the person who suddenly appeared merely snorted coldly, not even glancing at him. He bent down and squatted on the ground, helping up the seriously injured boy who was wearing Torres ' dark red cloak and had fallen into a coma. A hint of anger flashed in the corner of his eyes, and then he made a clenching motion in the air, producing a bottle of strange, bright red potion, which he gently poured into the boy's mouth.
However, from the sight of the blond youth, whose archery skills were astonishing, immediately kneeling and addressing the newcomer as "Your Majesty," Andrew immediately understood. This person must be the " King of Chambord " the blond youth had mentioned earlier. Andrew knew a little about the sixth-rank vassal state of Chambord City, but his information was far behind that of the mercenaries. He was unaware of the Battle of Twin Tower Peaks, a major event that had already shaken the capital. At this moment, he was filled with fear and anger, wondering when such a master had appeared in a small sixth-rank vassal state.
Moreover, this hammer-wielding master did not notice that, ever since King of Chambord appeared, the young master Kulun, who had been covered in blood and lying on the ground shouting and yelling that he would have him kill everyone in the damn Chambord Army, suddenly let out a soft cry of horror, as if he had seen a ghost, his whole body trembled like a leaf, and his eyes rolled back as he fainted.
"This boy is a wanted criminal of my [ Gale Legion ], a villain personally ordered to be arrested by Commander Ptolemy. King of Chambord, you'd better hand him over to us!" Andrew took a step forward and shouted loudly.
Having figured out the identity of the expert before him, the Hammer Master was no longer so worried.
As the King of a vassal state under the Zenit Empire, no matter how strong he is, he must be bound by the empire. Naturally, he should understand the prominent position and weight of the [ Gale Legion ] in the empire. Any smart person would make a smart choice. To oppose the [ Gale Legion ], one of the empire's ten main combat legions, for the sake of a lowly commoner would be utterly foolish.
However, to his surprise, his words were as if they didn't hear him at all, and the other person didn't even glance at him.
In comparison, the 'criminal' lying on the ground was clearly a thousand times more important to King of Chambord than the so-called Third Hammer Master of the [ Gale Legion ]. This was because King of Chambord had been closely monitoring the black-haired boy's recovery.
Two or three minutes later, thanks to the [ Healing Potion ], most of the injuries on the severely injured boy on the ground had healed.
The bleeding from the wound on his back stopped, and his complexion returned to normal. In his dazed state, as if recalling something terrible and painful, a look of shock and anger appeared on his face. He slowly opened his eyes, and upon seeing the face before him, he paused for a moment, then suddenly struggled to his knees and burst into tears. "Master, it really is you, Master... Waaaaah, I've finally found you! Uncle York and Little Tina... they died so tragically! Master, please, you must avenge them..."
This young man was none other than Philip Inzaghi, Sun Fei's newly accepted apprentice.
"What? What did you say? York is dead?" Sun Fei's expression changed immediately upon hearing this. He had a good impression of the straightforward and tall man and was considering recruiting him into Chambord City.
"It was them! They're the ones who killed Uncle York..." Inzaghi turned and pointed at Andrew and the others, the hammer-wielding commander.
The handsome young man's starry eyes blazed with fury, his gaze burning like a bonfire in the dark night. Gone was the signature shy, reserved smile of a boy next door. The seeds of hatred had taken root in the heart of this innocent and kind-hearted boy. He licked his wounds like a wounded beast, eager to tear his enemy to shreds.
Sun Fei's eyes flashed like lightning as he swept them across the scene before looking into the distance.
Through the thick fog, four military horses could indeed be seen leading a dark red, rusty steel barbed prison wagon. Several blood-dripping heads were impaled on the steel spikes at the very front of the wagon. One of them, eyes wide open in fury, was none other than York, the tall, burly mercenary who, just a day before, had been scratching the back of his head and chuckling about his past as Sun Fei. The cold steel spikes pierced his neck and emerged from the top of his head, still warm blood flowing down the spikes. Several other severed heads were also impaled on the other spikes. What terrified Sun Fei was that Tina, the little girl who had timidly tugged at his sleeve yesterday, begging Sun Fei not to force York to repay the money, had also perished. Her doll-like face revealed confusion and terror, her large eyes still wide open...
These Butcher, they don't even spare children who can't even walk steadily!
"This... is simply unforgivable!"
A flame burned within Sun Fei's body. He felt he had never been so angry since arriving on the Azeroth Continent. He raised his hand and threw a punch, unleashing his full power. The enormous, transparent fist imprint was like a brilliant meteor descending from the sky to cleanse sins, emitting a sharp and piercing shriek that shattered the air and instantly suppressed the white fog within a thirty-meter radius.
Unrivaled in the world... Heavenly Frost Fist!!
Even before the transparent fist imprint reached him, the pressure was already there. The palm strike made Andrew feel an immense sense of oppression, as if a mountain was collapsing and pressing down on him. The terrifying pressure made him stagger backward, and the earth-yellow Dou Qi flames on his body desperately erupted, but they shattered under the fist wind. They couldn't withstand it at all, and even his Dou Qi channels felt blocked. His Earth-Element Dou Qi, which was almost at the Four-Star Class, was suppressed in his body by the fist wind and could not be circulated.
As for the weaker soldiers behind him, they were sent flying backward, coughing up blood, as helpless as rice husks in a hurricane.
"Aaaaaaahh...
Andrew screamed frantically, his internal organs were being compressed, his bones were deformed, and blood was already spilling from the corner of his mouth. His pupils began to dilate as he felt a death threat he had never experienced before. In that split second, he realized just how terrifying the strength of the King of Chambord was. Just a punch from ten meters away had made him, who had always considered himself a master, feel like a wild dog waiting to be slaughtered, with no room for struggle or hope of survival.
Just then, something unexpected happened.
Suddenly, a raging pillar of fire transformed into a roaring fire beast from afar, arriving in an instant with scorching heat. The fire beast raised its head and roared, clashing head-on with the transparent fist imprint of the Heavenly Frost Fist. The two terrifying forces collided, and time seemed to pause for a moment before a terrifying shockwave exploded out...
Immediately afterwards, the crimson fire beast's mournful cry faded away, its power and aura dissipating simultaneously.
The transparent fist imprint dimmed, but its power remained undiminished, still slamming forward and striking Andrew's massive body. In an instant, a fountain of blood shot through the air, and Andrew's enormous body flew backward like a tattered sack, his body emitting a series of cracking sounds as countless bones shattered in a flash...
At the same time, a figure suddenly appeared in the arena amidst the surging air currents.
This man wore the imperial standard silver general's armor, a faint magical power surging within it—it was actually a magically inscribed piece of equipment. His long, sky-blue hair danced wildly in the morning breeze like a raging sea. He had a square, resolute face, his eyebrows like upright knives, exuding a fierce aura. His eyes were large and piercing. His Dou Qi qi circulated, and a layer of crimson flames swirled around him, radiating an astonishing heat. His unparalleled aura evaporated the surrounding mist, making everything between heaven and earth clear. He stood proudly, like a god or demon.
However, the silver armor on his left arm and shoulder guard had become covered with fine, dense cracks. As he walked, they eventually crumbled and fell to the ground, turning into a pool of blackish-red molten iron...
"Good! Good! Good!! What a strange and pure power punch! It actually managed to shatter this Flame God Guardian Armor through my protective Fire-Element Dou Qi. King of Chambord Alexander, the man who defeated the Golden Knight Sutton, truly lives up to his reputation. You can be proud of this punch!"
The blue-haired man with a square face walked over step by step, chin held high, exuding undisguised dominance and arrogance.
"Ridiculous! You think you're something to be proud of if you shatter your armor with one punch? If I killed you, wouldn't I be able to immediately proclaim myself a Martial Saint?" Sun Fei sneered. " Diles, the number one young expert of Hot Springs Pass, is nothing but a frog in a well, arrogant and ignorant. He's not as good as he sounds!"
Oh? You know me?
Sun Fei sneered and remained silent.
Old Zola and young Modrić have the potential to be James Bond. Over the past few days, the two of them have been conducting thorough investigations, getting to know all the big shots in Chambord City thoroughly, drawing up their profiles, and adding annotations on their strength and personality. Sun Fei has carefully studied this information, and Diles, the top young expert in Hot Springs Pass, is the focus of the information, so Sun Fei naturally has a deep impression of him.
"Hmph, sharp tongue, pointless. I never engage in pointless verbal sparring." Blue-haired Diles remained unperturbed by Sun Fei's sharp taunts, maintaining his haughty demeanor and tone. He glanced at the badly injured soldiers and the hammer-wielding Andrew beside him, frowned, and asked, "How dare you injure someone from the [ Gale Legion ], King of Chambord! I demand an explanation!"
Sun Fei laughed loudly, "Injure them? You're wrong again. I'm not just going to attack them, I'm going to kill them!"
" King of Chambord, you've gone too far. Watch your words. The wrath of the [ Gale Legion ] is not something a mere King of a sixth-rank vassal state like yourself can withstand," Blue-haired Diles frowned slightly, quite impatient. He pointed at Andrew, the heavily injured hammer-wielding wielder who was struggling to his feet, and said, "Tell me, what exactly happened?"
"Yes, Lord Diles."
The sequence of events is very simple--
Yesterday, the young man in fine clothes Kulun, was beaten half to death by Sun Fei while drunk. After being carried back and treated by a magician and a priest from the church, Kuren, a spoiled second-generation official who was Hot Springs Pass, had never suffered such a loss before. Of course, he was unwilling to swallow this insult and was determined to get revenge. However, considering that Sun Fei's strength was truly terrifying and that he had no capable opponents, the somewhat shrewd Kuren did not dare to seek revenge again. Nevertheless, he still needed to vent his anger, so he shifted his target to the two mercenaries who sat at the same table as Sun Fei and dared to contradict him in front of so many people.
Kulun dared not approach his older brother, Diles, the top fighter at Hot Springs Pass but who disapproved of his decadent behavior. Instead, he sought out Andrew, the hammer bearer of the Third [ Giant Hammer Battalion ], who had always tried to curry favor with him. With the power of the [ Gale Legion ], Andrew quickly uncovered Inzaghi and York's background. A group of men stormed into the slums, giving them no chance to explain or beg for mercy. Inzaghi and York had no choice but to fight back to protect the children, but how could they be a match for a master like Andrew?
York desperately held off Andrew, the hammer-wielding man, for a few seconds, giving Inzaghi a chance to use his supernatural ability to conceal his presence. The black boy attempted to ambush and control the spoiled brat Kulun to save everyone, but the highly skilled Andrew sensed his presence the moment he made his move. Unable to withstand the attack, Inzaghi was severely injured. When he concealed himself again, he witnessed York being defeated and his head being chopped off alive. He completely went berserk. However, fortunately, at the critical moment, the last shred of calm in his heart prevented him from rushing out to fight to the death. Instead, he thought of someone—only this person could avenge York and rescue the captured orphans.
He escaped to find his master, King of Chambord Alexander.
He fled all the way, suffering serious injuries and bleeding profusely on the road. Andrew and his men discovered his whereabouts and pursued him relentlessly. Inzaghi's injuries continued to worsen, but before he was captured, he managed to escape to the front of the Chambord Expeditionary Army thanks to his amazing willpower and the hatred in his heart.
Andrew seemed extremely afraid of the top expert in Hot Springs Pass before him, and was also very familiar with Diles's style of doing things. He dared not conceal or show any favoritism, and carefully recounted the whole story word by word.
"Brother, you must reclaim the dignity of the Ptolemy Family! That damned King of Chambord injured me and your men, and he's about to trample the dignity of the Ptolemy Family underfoot..." The badly injured young master Kulun roared through gritted teeth, supported by his guards.
"Hmph, you worthless piece of trash! Dignity is earned with sword and blood, not with a woman's crotch and your honey-smeared mouth!" Diles had long been fed up with his brother who had tarnished the family's reputation, and he showed no mercy, immediately launching into a tirade. However, after finishing his tirade, he turned to look at Sun Fei and said arrogantly, "However, King of Chambord, since this lowly commoner has injured Kulun, the Ptolemy Family will absolutely not allow someone who has tarnished the family's dignity to continue living. You'd better hand him over!"
"Hahaha, what a joke! Inzaghi is my foremost disciple. Even if I killed your useless brother, so what? You demand the release of your brother, and I will demand the release of your brother in return. Hand over all the villains who injured my disciple, and I will show leniency, spare your Ptolemy Family, and cease hostilities with the [ Gale Legion ]!"
Sun Fei retorted sharply.
"Arrogant!" Blue-haired Diles roared in fury, crimson flames erupting from his body, his aura astonishing, almost godlike. He laughed loudly, "Let the Ptolemy Family go? To make an enemy of the [ Gale Legion ]? What an arrogant King of Chambord! Since you're so reckless, let me see what you're capable of, enough to defeat the Golden Knight Sutton!"
Updates will resume tomorrow.
I apologize again for the updates these past few days.