Long Live the King
Chapter 703

A Fist

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"How dare you hurt me? You lowly Zenit, all of you, die!" The careless and injured Moon Class expert Lyon, instantly flew into a rage.

Enraged, he unleashed a palm strike from mid-air, instantly unleashing a terrifying force as immense as an ancient mountain. A wave of fire-based energy surged forth, blasting away all the golden light in front of him. He easily shattered the Sun Golden Knight's fighting technique, and those terrifying strands of sharp metal-based Dou Qi quickly dissipated like mist under the Scorching Sun.

The sixteen elite Zenit soldiers who charged forward instantly felt as if they had crashed into an invisible iron wall, each spitting blood as they flew back.

Is the gap really that big?

This scene brought a bitter smile to Chris Sutton's face, but he didn't hesitate for a moment and rushed forward like the seventeenth moth drawn to a flame.

Even if it means death, we must delay the advance of this terrifying enemy before us.

As for the two Moon Class powerhouses from the Lyon Empire who charged towards the city walls, he no longer had the power to stop them. May the gods of heaven bless the Zenit Empire and help it overcome this disaster!

The oncoming wave of fiery Dou Qi aura whipped up the handsome knight's long hair.

On the city wall.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!!!

One after another, massive magical crossbows, imbued with terrifying power, rained down like a storm.

The flickering magical flames reflected on the resolute and furious faces of the Zenit soldiers. Every soldier wished he could tear the two devilish figures in the void to shreds. Unfortunately, the speed of the two Lyon Moon Class experts opposite them was simply too fast. They flashed like two ghosts, constantly changing positions. Even the eyes of the several Five-Star Class experts controlling the giant crossbows could hardly catch their figures.

This is Zenit's current tragedy.

Without the restraint of a Moon Class expert on their own side, the powerful magic crossbows, though capable of wounding opponents, were struggling to hit their targets despite firing arrow after arrow. Each magic crossbow was extremely expensive to manufacture and had limited storage. However, they could not stop at this moment and could only grit their teeth and endure the drain, using the magic crossbows to force the Moon Class experts of Lyon to stay away from the city walls.

Arshavin, the God of War, suddenly stood up, forcibly suppressing his anxiety, though he was actually extremely anxious inside.

If things continue like this, it's only a matter of time before the main gate is breached.

The city will fall once the magic crossbow runs out of bolts.

He glanced back at the majestic imperial palace atop the central mountain peak of the capital, a sliver of expectation mixed with a sense of humiliation.

The empire has been driven to the brink of collapse. If the ailing Emperor Yassin were to intervene at this critical moment, he could certainly resolve the immediate crisis. However, there are also true masters within the enemy ranks who have yet to reveal themselves, waiting for Emperor Yassin to make his move in order to gauge the condition of this former martial arts prodigy. Once the enemy has figured out Emperor Yassin's condition, that will be the time for their most terrifying attack to arrive.

At that moment, almost as if by some strange twist of fate, Arshavin suddenly remembered King of Chambord. A fleeting sense of regret crossed his mind. If their relationship hadn't deteriorated so badly back then, Zenit would have had an extra layer of protection with such a domineering, arrogant, yet incredibly powerful individual present.

It only happened in an instant.

He quickly shook his head and gave a self-deprecating laugh, "Why would I even think of that despicable traitor, that shameful fellow? At a time like this, that lawless yet short-sighted country bumpkin would probably be too busy laughing at me to even be in such a dangerous place! Humph!"

Above the capital city, in the void.

"Alright, you can make your move now. First, take care of that Moon Class expert from the Lyon Empire below the main gate, then kill the two above." The Alluring Witch Paris, who had been observing all along, finally spoke at this moment.

"Good."

"Hehe, little man, remember this: don't unleash your full power right from the start. Suppress your strength to just be one or two levels stronger than your opponent. Otherwise, the more arrogant you are, the better!"

Sun Fei glanced at the Alluring Witch and immediately understood her intentions.

She really is a cunning and terrifying woman.

Chris Sutton coughed up blood and staggered backward like a kite with a broken string.

With just one move, the Moon Class expert Lyon completely defeated him.

The overwhelming power of the flames instantly invaded his entire body. Every channel of Dou Qi and internal organ within his body was scorched by this burning aura. Never before had pain spread throughout his body in an instant, causing him to be drenched in sweat and his body to be covered in bloody gashes.

He knew that his opponent harbored a cruel and cruel intention to kill him, intending to burn him alive from the inside out using fire-based power.

"Has this day finally come? To die for one's country! Lady Paris, can you see it? Chris Sutton has become a true man, shouldering the Glory of the empire. I have not disgraced the Knights' Hall, nor the warriors of Zenit. But... dear Paris, if only I could see you one last time before I die, even just one more glance!"

On his deathbed, Sutton felt neither fear nor anger, only a trace of regret.

From the very first day he saw the Alluring Witch, for some reason, he, known as the Star of Martial Arts of the Empire, instantly fell madly in love with this woman who was several years older than him. At first, he thought that with his status and reputation within the Empire, as well as his handsomeness and strength, pursuing any woman would be a piece of cake. Unfortunately, he was rebuffed by the Witch Paris.

The Alluring Witch always treated this young suitor like a little brother, showering him with love and affection, but her stunningly beautiful eyes never showed the slightest hint of romantic love.

"Hehe, little guy, you're still a child, too young and impetuous, you don't understand anything." That's what the Witch always said to Sutton whenever he confessed his feelings.

Sutton never understood this before.

However, more than half a year ago, after hearing that the Witch Paris had suffered a setback in Chambord City, and that he had been manipulated by Alpha with the goatee to intercept the King of Chambord at Twin Tower Peaks, only to suffer a crushing defeat, he gradually came to understand some of the meaning behind Paris's words after more than half a year of ups and downs.

"Hahaha, you tiny ant, you wretched Zenit, dare to hurt me? I'll torture you in the most painful way, burning you to ashes until only a skin remains, hahaha!"

opposite.

With a sinister grin, the Moon Class expert Lyon's merciless hand, wreathed in crimson flames, reached out with irresistible force.

Sutton showed no fear; a smile played on his lips.

He has done his best; he has fought to the death.

There is nothing more to owe the empire, or to oneself.

Therefore, I have no regrets even in death.

Just as he closed his eyes and awaited death, an unexpected change suddenly occurred.

A warm hand suddenly appeared out of thin air and pressed against his back. A powerful, unprecedented warm current surged into his body like a flood, instantly expelling all the scorching Fire-Element Dou Qi. In the blink of an eye, it completely healed his internal injuries.

He opened his eyes.

Incredibly, he saw a fist, glowing with a faint golden light, strike out from behind him.

Without the slightest hint of smoke or fire, it lightly landed on the outstretched palm of the Moon Class expert Lyon opposite him.

Then, Sutton clearly saw the ferocious smile of the powerful and irresistible Moon Class expert from the Lyon Empire freeze on his face, quickly turning into horror and disbelief. He was sent flying backward, spitting blood, like a bird struck by a giant hammer.

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