At the summit of Sword Peak, beneath the bright moon.
That slightly thin figure was none other than the mysterious expert who had been carefully instructing Sun Fei in the [ Giant Pit Battlefield ] deep in the Moro Mountains some time ago.
Zenit's Martial Saint Krasic!!
A name of unparalleled brilliance Glory; these four characters represent a legend and an honor.
Sun Fei had speculated many times about the identity of this mysterious expert who could easily retrieve Emperor Yashin's cultivation manual and numerous advanced secret manuals from the Imperial Armory. Was it Emperor Yashin? A reclusive master? Or the elusive Grand Knight Commander Akinfeev of the Knights' Hall? He never expected that this mysterious expert would actually be the Empire's Supreme Martial Saint, Krasich!
Sun Fei couldn't help but stand up immediately and shouted, "Senior!"
"Hmm." Martial Saint Krasich stood tall atop the mountain, turned his head to glance at Sun Fei, and nodded slightly. His figure was as majestic as a mountain, and the howling mountain wind tousled his long hair, which danced wildly, exuding a kind of demonic aura. Invisible gusts of wind spread into the dim sky, making everyone feel a terrifying pressure, as if a demon god had descended to earth.
Upon receiving a response from the Martial Saint Krasic, Sun Fei's mood instantly improved.
What Sun Fei cared about was not Krasic's identity Martial Saint, but rather the care and love this silent, thin elder had shown him all along.
Back when Sun Fei was being hunted by that mysterious and powerful assassin in the Twenty Mile Subordinate State-Owned Area, it was Martial Saint Krasic who personally came to the rescue. Although he couldn't save Sun Fei in person, he relentlessly pursued the assassin. Their fierce battle in the Moro Mountains created a massive crater battlefield spanning a thousand meters and a chaotic flow of fist intent imprinted in the void, severely injuring the powerful assassin. Later, despite his own limitations, Krasic, as the Martial Saint of the nation, personally instructed Sun Fei every night, fulfilling any requests Sun Fei had regarding martial arts. He even provided Sun Fei with the martial arts cultivation insights of Emperor Yashin of the Empire for him to study and learn from...
Although the contact lasted only a little over twenty days, Sun Fei's martial arts foundation in the real world was formed during this period. Sun Fei's ability to condense and reintegrate the lethality of various characters in the Diablo World also took shape in this short time.
For Sun Fei, Krasic was not a lofty Imperial Martial Saint, but a family member who was like a teacher, a father, and a friend.
Sun Fei felt more respect and gratitude towards this Imperial Martial Saint.
They thought they wouldn't encounter the mysterious expert again for who knows how long, but fate is so strange. Who knew that the two would meet again so soon, and in such a situation no less.
"Be careful, senior!" At this moment, Sun Fei was so concerned that he lost his composure and couldn't help but shout again.
"Hmm." Krasic remained indifferent and nodded slightly.
But those two 'Hmm's' were enough to astound countless people around, especially the Zenit nobles. Although they rarely saw this reclusive Imperial Martial Saint living in seclusion on Martial Saint Mountain, they were already thoroughly familiar with the various legends surrounding him. It was said that this Imperial Martial Saint was extremely aloof and indifferent. The once-renowned Pope Sergieri of the Zenit Diocese had questioned the Martial Saint Krasich three times, but had not received a single 'Hmm' from him. In comparison, although the King of Chambord had also risen to fame, he was still far inferior to the Pope. How could he possibly gain the favor of the Imperial Martial Saint?
For a moment, even the eldest princess and Paris looked at Sun Fei with undisguised surprise.
The shock felt by the fourth prince Christo, and other nobles was indescribable. Christo's lips twitched; he realized he might have truly done something wrong, and wondered if it was too late to make amends.
The second prince Dominguez, remained completely unsurprised, as if he hadn't seen or heard anything. He happily played with the disabled puppy, Oka, in his arms. The puppy's pink tongue licked the Prince's cheek, and its big, dark eyes were filled with affection for its master.
"Is this young man your disciple?" At the summit of Sword Peak, the Spartacus Martial Saint Iaquinta, who had been silent all along, raised his eyebrows, and the color of his pupils, which had inexplicably turned blood red, radiated a dazzling light. He suddenly asked.
"No." Krasic shook his head slightly, completely unconcerned about the unusual appearance of Iaquinta's eyes.
"Master, he's the Zenit who injured Senior Brother Barton," one of the Spartak warriors answered loudly.
"Oh?" Iaquinta's eyes shone down like two magic lamps.
The gloomy sky made Sword Peak appear somewhat dark at dusk. Spartak 'Martial Saint eyes gave off an eerie aura, like two fiery lightning bolts tearing through the sky and striking down. With just a glance, he brought immense pressure. The people around the open grassland changed color, and those with the lowest strength had already knelt on the ground, roaring and struggling to get up.
Sun Fei was enveloped by these two lightning-fast gazes.
"Hahaha, old man, do you think you're some kind of navigation tower or lighthouse? What are you looking at?" Sun Fei suddenly launched into a tirade, completely lacking any decorum. His tall and imposing figure stood straight, and layers of invisible energy rippled outwards. Even the fine dust and grass clippings could be seen floating up as if they had lost their weight.
"Hmm?" Seeing that this Zenit dared to resist his conscious pressure, Spartacus Aquinta's expression changed slightly. He stretched out a finger and lightly drew a line in the air, saying, "Foolish and pathetic Zenit, since you dared to break one of my disciple Barton's arms, I will spare your life today, leaving only your arm."
As Iaquinta drew a finger, the Storm Riders changed dramatically, the air currents surged wildly, and an irresistible crimson line silently appeared in the void, slicing towards Sun Fei's right arm at a speed beyond the limits of the naked eye.
Spartak, the Martial Saint, actually attacked King of Chambord first?
Could this King of Chambord be a fool who doesn't know his own mortality, actually daring to provoke a Martial Saint? How is that any different from courting death?
Even the weakest among them felt the terrifying power of the Spartak Empire's Martial Saint. Although they couldn't track the trajectory of that finger strike, they instantly sensed the aura of death. Some experts who had a favorable impression of King of Chambord paled in shock, but it was too late to warn him.
This scene was clearly within the expectations of the Spartak Empire warrior who had just loudly corrected Sun Fei. The group of Spartak warriors couldn't help but burst into laughter when they saw their legendary master actually get angry and take action.
but--
boom!!!!!!!!!
Sun Fei's movements were so fast that they were impossible to catch. His arms left realistic afterimages in the air. When everyone reacted, they saw that King of Chambord's right fist was covered with a thin layer of azure-colored flames, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch, but it firmly resisted the crimson light containing a terrifying aura.
"Pah! You think you can show off with just a few strokes and a live wire?" Sun Fei sneered repeatedly.
He stood firmly in place, looking up disdainfully at the Spartak Martial Saint on the mountaintop. Without making any move, the power of his level 84 Barbarian right fist suddenly erupted, along with the [ Gravity Strike ] skill. In the deafening roar, the finger-killing flame power that Iaquinta had unleashed was instantly shattered and annihilated in the void.
A profound silence fell over the world.
Countless incredulous gazes were cast upon Sun Fei.
The second prince Dominguez, who had stood up, slowly sat back down, a strange look flashing across his brow. The thick, old book that the eldest princess had been holding fell to the ground without her noticing. Paris subconsciously brushed her hair back, while the dozen or so Spartak warriors' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, their mouths agape as if their cheeks were about to tear apart!
"Huh? Damn it! You foolish Zenit, you're asking for death!!!"
Spartacus's Martial Saint, Iaquinta, was clearly taken aback by the Zenit's overwhelming strength. He was stunned, then flew into a rage. His dignity as a Martial Saint had been challenged, like a dragon being humiliated by a mongrel. His entire body blazed with fiery energy, transforming him into something akin to crimson jade, faintly radiating flames.
In his rage, the heavens and earth changed color.
Spartacus warrior Iaquinta recognized the Zenit's formidable strength and was about to unleash a powerful attack to kill him when—
"Your opponent is me."
Krasic, who had been silent all along, suddenly stretched out his hand from behind his back, as if brushing away dust from his body, and pressed down without any trace of fire. In the next instant, a blue flame flashed, and a huge blue hand, more than twenty meters long, seemed to emerge from the void and ruthlessly pressed down on Iaquinta.
"Hahaha, good! Well done!! Krasic, wait till I beat you to death in front of these Zenit. I'll show them all that you, this so-called Martial Saint, are nothing but a pathetic wretch who can't even protect his own life, and then I'll go and blast that little brat to pieces!"
Iaquinta laughed heartily and slightly raised his palm.
Similarly, a Big Hand, about twenty meters long, appeared out of thin air and suddenly flashed, meeting the cyan hand. In an instant, the heavens and earth roared and the mountains shook, and cyan and crimson flames scattered across the sky like shooting stars.
The two Martial Saint Class powerhouses finally clashed at this moment!
At this moment, in the imperial capital St. Petersburg, in the annexed state-run area twenty miles outside the capital, and even throughout the entire Zenit Empire, all the people were gazing at the towering sword peak that reached into the clouds, watching the bursts of blue and red light in the sky, and were all praying devoutly that the Imperial Martial Saint Krasich could achieve final victory!
Sun Fei, on the other hand, let out a soft breath.
His Majesty the King watched intently as the earth-shattering battle raged atop the mountain, hoping that everything he had just done would help Zenit's Martial Saint, Krasich.
First update.