The spiral-shaped force generation and the technique of combining hidden force are more subtle than the simple power control method that Sun Fei practiced last night. It contains more profound mysteries and requires higher talent and strength from the practitioner. However, since he had previously studied another manual written by Emperor Yassin, and the martial arts systems discussed in these two manuals are of the same lineage, it was quite easy for Sun Fei to master.
Throughout the long night, Sun Fei was completely absorbed in studying the "[A Brief Discussion on the Spiral Release Techniques and Dark Force Stacking Techniques of Dou Qi ]" in the Giant Pit Battlefield. It was like a traveler in the Shamo finding a spring of clear water when he was about to die of thirst, and he benefited greatly from it.
Time flies.
It wasn't until the first light of dawn appeared in the east, before daybreak, that Sun Fei stopped resting and began to use the magic circle and Purple Skill Of to hone his Power of God.
As the first rays of golden light shone from the solitary easternmost peak, Sun Fei finally finished his cultivation for the night. This past night had been his longest cultivation session to date; usually, Sun Fei would return to the Chambord camp before dawn. This time, however, he had truly mastered the art and couldn't help himself.
After switching to [ Assassin Mode ], Sun Fei moved like lightning. Although it was already dawn, he still passed through the imperial soldiers' numerous checkpoints without any hindrance and arrived at the Chambord camp.
At this moment, all the Chambord Saint and Urban Management had polished their weapons, donned their armor, fed their warhorses, and were fully armed, awaiting the king's command to rush to the battlefield of the Martial Combat Competition and fight for a supreme future for Chambord City.
When Sun Fei changed into the sky-blue King robe that Angela had prepared for him, wore a pure gold crown inlaid with King, and walked out of the central King tent, the entire camp erupted in a cheer that stirred up a frenzy of excitement.
Every soldier's blood was boiling. Gazing at their invincible king under the rising sun, their eyes were filled with fervent worship. Looking at Sun Fei's confident and resolute smile, they felt their blood boil, as if watching a God of War slowly approaching, bathed in the glow of the red sun. Every soldier in Chambord swore an oath with their boiling blood and soul—
"I am willing to fight to the death for King Alexander!"
Long live the Emperor!
Long Live the King!
The gleaming blades and spears reflected the winter chill and the radiance of the red sun, their blood boiling with a chilling light and murderous intent. Standing before Sun Fei was an invincible army that was gradually taking shape. Their gazes were resolute, and they worshipped their young king with fervor, fearless!
Their swords and spears will be wielded for the King.
Their blood will be shed for the King!
At this moment, Sun Fei was also moved by the solemn yet passionate scene before him. He gently raised the King's scepter in his hand, and when all the soldiers fell silent, Sun Fei softly said, "Victory!"
"Victory!" All the soldiers responded to his words wildly, their voices like rolling thunder.
" Glory is my life!" Sun Fei flipped onto the 'dog' and straddled the back of his mount, the Big Black [ Black Whirlwind ].
" Glory is my life!" Every Urban Management and Saint mounted their horses, one hand gripping the reins, the other raising a weapon gleaming with cold light.
"Set off!"
Sun Fei shouted loudly, and at his command, [ Black Whirlwind ] raised his head and roared angrily, striding his strong limbs toward the gate of the camp.
[ Black Whirlwind ]'s peculiar roar, like the cry of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, resounded throughout the entire twenty-mile-long affiliated state-owned area. In recent days, [ Black Whirlwind ] had been continuously consuming small amounts of [ Hulk Potion ]. Perhaps under the influence of the potion, its body had begun to develop continuously. Now, the Big Black was nearly three meters tall on all fours, its appearance even more majestic and imposing. Its black fur even shimmered with an eerie blue light. When it ran, it was like a tiger leaping and a dragon swimming, its speed as fast as lightning. Few people could tell from its appearance that it had once been an ordinary mongrel dog. [ Black Whirlwind ] was showing a tendency to develop into a monster beast.
Behind Sun Fei stood Pierce and Drogba, the " Heng and Ha Generals," who held aloft the unique banner of the Chambord City's two-headed dog and blood-dripping axe sword.
These two burly men were both over two meters tall, with muscles Zongheng like they had been sculpted by a knife and axe, their bodies resembling heavy mountains. The level four magical Crimson Flame Beast, were incredibly powerful, with four faint red elemental flames flickering on their four hooves. Their eyes shone with a blood-red light, and they moved swiftly and lightly, their bodies surging with a faint magical pressure.
These naturally born cavalry mounts, which were seized from the Crimson Flame King as spoils of war, have finally regained their former glory as the most ferocious cavalry under Angela's care and training, and their inherent ferocity has been ignited.
When the level-four magical beast is paired with the giant man who looks like a magical beast, the [ Heng and Ha Generals ] exude a terrifying pressure when they are serious.
Behind the [ Heng and Ha Generals ] were Torres, Čech, Elena, and other experts from Chambord City. They too rode level four magical Crimson Flame Beast, Crimson Flame Beasts, clad in strange armor, exuding a murderous aura. They protected a magical carriage pulled by four fine horses in the middle. Inside the carriage sat the future princess Angela, Jima, and eight beautiful young girls—the eight homeless girls whom Sun Fei had decided to keep. These eight girls had gradually adapted to life in the Chambord City camp.
Behind them were fifty heavily armed and armored Saint from Chambord Archer.
They rode the Crimson Flame Beast, a level four magical beast from the city known as the "First City of Ferocious Beasts" for cavalry. The fifty riders marched silently and solemnly through the streets of the camp, like guardians of the gods on patrol. Their fierce aura made everyone subconsciously give way, not daring to obstruct them in the slightest. For what stood before them seemed to be fifty chilling, killing beasts, and both the riders and their mounts exuded a terrifying sense of oppression.
This is the complete lineup of the vassal state's military parade held before the start of the Martial Combat Competition in Chambord City.
Frank Lampard, once the top swordsman in Chambord, stood alone with his One Sword and more than fifty Urban Management, guarding the Chambord camp and awaiting the triumphant return of his men.
Under the awe-inspiring gazes of other nations, the group parted the crowd and headed towards the parade ground at the very center of the twenty-mile-long military camp.
"Gods above! Is this the lineup for the Chambord City competition? Powerful! Absolutely powerful!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, unbelievable! I never imagined the Chambord people not only had so many skilled warriors, but their individual equipment was also so exquisite. See those steeds they ride, their hooves wreathed in elemental flames? That's the legendary 'Number One Beast of Cavalry,' the Crimson Flame Beast, the absolute king among warhorses. It gallops like lightning, its load-bearing capacity and stamina are unparalleled, and its single-target attack power is formidable. It's the perfect mount that countless knights dream of, and even many noble knights of the empire don't possess such equipment..."
"Damn it! We thought that Chambord City was just a one-man show by King of Chambord Alexander, and that we still had a chance to get a share of the spoils in the tournament, but now it seems we were all wrong!"
"Hahaha, this is going to be really exciting! Hahaha, now the ten first-class Martial Combat Competition states have enemies! Chambord City will definitely be able to break the powerful monopoly of the ten first-class vassal states!"
"I wonder if Chambord City can pull off a miracle and snatch the Empire Ranking Competition Championship."
"Not necessarily. Perhaps King of Chambord has a chance to win first place individually, after all, he defeated the Grand Judgment Knight single-handedly, demonstrating astonishing strength. However, the team battle rankings are much harder to predict, given the profound foundations of the ten first-class vassal states, which are not easily contended by ordinary emerging powers..."
"Heh heh, just watch, things won't be that simple. The tallest tree in the forest catches the most wind. The Chambord people have been too high-profile lately, revealing their strength too early. That's their weakness. Heh heh, want to break the established order? Someone will make the proud Chambord people understand the terror of an established power!"
As the group of Chambord marched with unparalleled momentum toward the martial arts training ground in the center of the camp, various whispers and discussions quietly arose from the crowd.
The training ground at the center of the 20-mile camp.
Two hundred and forty-four vassal states, more than twenty-three thousand valiant warriors clad in armor, King and Prince from various countries, countless long banners fluttering in the cold wind under the red sun, warhorses exhaling white mist—all the elites from the vassal states under the Zenit Empire's rule have gathered...
More than 20,000 of the most elite soldiers, arranged in 244 armored formations of varying sizes, filled the entire central training ground, which covered a vast area.
Although Sun Fei has made a name for himself recently, in terms of national strength, Chambord City is still only a sixth-level vassal state. Therefore, the Chambord Expeditionary Army ranks low among all countries and can only look at the more than 20-meter-high training ground platform a thousand meters away.
The platform is constructed from century-old beech trees felled directly from the Moro Mountains, making it a magnificent and imposing structure.
The platform, a hundred meters square at its base, extends upwards in nine tiers, with winding wooden staircases on either side leading to the highest point. Following the tradition of previous Martial Combat Competition, Emperor Yassin of the Empire will appear at the top of the platform, surveying the mighty armies of the Empire's vassal states. With the assistance of a priest from the Holy Church, he will conduct a ritual to worship the gods, and then, using a unique method with a short sword, slaughter a pure white bull that has been carefully raised for three years. He will then dissect the bull's heart to observe its texture, and invite the priest to divine the Empire's fortunes for the next three years...
This ritual to worship the gods is the most indispensable part of the entire Martial Combat Competition and is of great significance.
But this year's situation seems to be a little different.
Second update.
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