The battle in the sky was raging fiercely, attracting the attention of countless people and captivating their hearts.
"That's strange, Didier Drogba? According to intelligence records, he was just a minor figure in the Zenit Empire's Martial Combat Competition more than half a year ago, but now he's become Moon Class expert? King of Chambord... how did he do that?"
"Besides Frank Lampard, Chambord City has produced another Moon Class expert? This is truly astonishing!"
"A tiny Chambord City gave me such a big surprise, hehe..."
"If we can figure out why Moon Class expert appeared in Chambord City in such a short time... hmm, it's worth a gamble!"
"This Moon Class expert from Chambord City seems to have just successfully advanced; I've never heard of such Number One before... It's a pity, his experience is still far inferior to that of [ Bitter-Faced Killing God ]. A warrior who cultivates earth -Earth-Element Dou Qi actually chose to fight a thousand meters above the ground; from the very beginning, this match was destined to be a loss for Chambord City!"
In the seating area on all three sides, the crowd was filled with various expressions of surprise, shock, confusion, sneer, indifference, and even composure. Among them were also some exceptionally strong individuals with sharp eyes, observing the battle while whispering amongst themselves and assessing its progress.
And in the seating area on the south side.
The second prince of the empire Dominguez, still sat lazily on the stone chair, holding the disabled dog Oka, his eyes slightly narrowed, seemingly indifferent to everything. However, if one looked closely, a glint of shrewdness could be seen deep within his eyes.
Beside him, [ The Alluring Witch ] Paris and [ Red Beard ] Granero exchanged a glance, speechless with shock. They were intimately familiar with this newly ascended Moon Class powerhouse named Drogba. Recounting the black-haired giant's meteoric rise to power was nothing short of an unbelievable myth. In just one year, a brute who knew nothing of Dou Qi qi had become a Moon Class powerhouse, surpassing countless martial artists. Were Moon Class powerhouses just like cabbages growing on the roadside?
King of Chambord, this incredible guy, how did he do it?
In the square.
Filled with hatred, the [ War Pirate ] Meierbeili could no longer wait for the battle in the sky to end.
Because in the distance, King of Chambord had already ascended to the first floor of the upper level.
Watching King of Chambord and his two queens slowly and steadily ascend to the second level of the nine-story, thirty-six-step platform, Meierbeili's eyes flashed with intolerance. He turned and signaled to another expert beside him to make a move.
This was a middle-aged man in a mage's robe, of medium build, with long, gray hair flowing in the wind. He wore a half-black mask on his face, his eyes were cold and clear, and he held an enormous magic staff that was nearly two meters long. He walked out step by step, his magic robe billowing without wind, making him appear to swell up and become instantly imposing. He didn't chant any spells; his feet slowly lifted off the ground and he floated up. Wisps of cold air emanated from his body, and above his forehead, a pale blue crescent moon totem slowly appeared.
This is a Moon Class Ice Mage.
Another powerful expert at the Moon Class.
The [ Wind-Racing Horse ] mercenary group's foundation is indeed not to be underestimated. No wonder it can become the number one mercenary group within a million miles, and one of the transcendent forces that can stand on equal footing with the major empires. Any one of its members is a powerful figure.
"Who can fight me?" The masked mage looked down at the seating area of Chambord City with an arrogant gaze, without making a move.
His voice was extremely hoarse and lifeless, like a rusty saw cutting wood—dull and awkward, yet filled with a suppressed murderous intent that sent chills down one's spine.
Inside and outside the square, everyone's eyes were drawn to the Chambord seating area.
And that gaze quickly shifted from anticipation to surprise, and then from surprise to shock.
Sure enough, there were still Moon Class experts among the Chambord camp.
Moreover, this Moon Class expert looks incredibly young, probably not even twenty years old?
With flowing, elegant golden hair, a handsome and spirited face, a slender figure, and wearing white, tight-fitting leather armor, wisps of azure wind elements swirled intimately around him, making this young man appear as beautiful as a moon spirit under the bright moonlight.
Fernando Torres, the Son of the Wind!
Under the moonlight, [ Son of the Wind ] also hovered in the void, ethereal and otherworldly. He glanced at the black-faced mage opposite him, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. Without saying a word, his figure flickered, transforming into a streak of azure light with a trailing tail, and flew towards the sky.
The black-masked mage followed closely behind, tearing through the sky.
A casual strike from Moon Class expert can be earth-shattering and extremely destructive. Among those present in the plaza today are important figures from various empires. If the battle were to take place directly on the ground, it would inevitably affect these people and cause unnecessary trouble. Therefore, the sky is the best battleground for Moon Class experts.
Furthermore, every true Moon Class expert possesses their own pride and will never back down in the face of challenges.
Sensing the boiling fighting spirit in Torres' eyes, the Moon Class mage with the black half-mask naturally could not back down and followed closely behind.
"It's Lord Torres!"
"Haha, Lord Torres has also advanced to the ranks of Moon Class powerhouses? When did this happen?"
"Long live Chambord! Long live Chambord City! Long live King Alexander!"
"How dare these arrogant and foolish mercenaries disrupt my king's wedding celebrations! Let them pay a bloody price, and then we'll see who dares to provoke King Alexander again!"
The people of Chambord outside the square made no attempt to hide their excitement, laughing heartily and unrestrainedly.
Regardless of age or gender, no one had ever felt so triumphant. Everyone pressed their right fist tightly against their heart, feeling their heart pounding heavily in their chest. Each beat was so powerful, feeling the blood rushing and burning in their veins. Every pulse was like volcanic lava erupting!
Just then, someone sang a line, though it's unclear who it was.
All the people of Chambord joined in singing this song, which His Majesty the King often hummed, and which was deeply loved by countless Chambord residents: [ The Song of Chambord City ].
"A great river flows wide, the wind carries the fragrance of fragrant trees to both banks. The people of Chambord live on the north bank, accustomed to the roaring waves of the Zuli River and the pastures of the south bank... This is our beautiful Chambord City, the place where we were born and raised. On this beautiful land, hardworking people of Chambord are everywhere... This is the hometown of heroes, the place where I was born and raised. On this ancient land, a thunderous power is brewing... Beautiful mountains, beautiful waters, beautiful place, every road is wide and spacious. When friends come, we have good wine; if jackals come, we will greet them with bows and Long Spear!"
When they sang the last line, almost all the people of Chambord sang it in a roaring tone.
The power of thousands of souls surged, and the lyrics, filled with indomitable courage, gave everyone an indescribable shock. Those with ill intentions instantly changed color and even felt a trace of fear.
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