The battlefield was already rather quiet due to the howling wind, so when the soldier on the city wall shouted angrily, his voice quickly reached the ears of most people.
Battles between experts in the chaos of imperial warfare are usually one-on-one duels between the strongest.
Sometimes it will be a small team battle with three to five people.
It's extremely rare to see five people simultaneously attacking one person, as is the case here. In the eyes of true warriors of the Azeroth Continent, such Glory of the weak by numbers is a disgrace to the strong and is despised by everyone.
Immediately, a chorus of curses erupted from the walls of Saint Petersburg.
In the sky, five Moon Class powerhouses from the Lyon Empire were of similar age, four men and one woman. The leader was a burly man with a brown beard. Beside him were two thin men with strikingly similar appearances, one with long hair and the other with short hair, both dressed in black. The other was a short, fat man with fair skin, who smiled without a trace of murderous intent, resembling a wealthy young nobleman. The last woman was quite beautiful, appearing to be only about twenty years old, with a cold expression, like an iceberg that made people hesitant to approach.
Despite hearing the shouts of curses, the five men showed no joy, sorrow, or embarrassment.
Just then, from afar, a clear and resonant voice, carrying an arrogant air of looking down upon the mortal world, rang out from the distance of Lyon's army—
"Hahaha, ridiculous! Does the traditional battles between top experts on the mainland not allow team battles? I'll give you ten breaths. You Zenit, send out four more Moon Class experts. What follows is... Hahaha, five against five, a team battle!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Zenit curses immediately subsided.
Meanwhile, the soldiers of the Lyon Empire, who had initially seemed somewhat embarrassed and lacking in confidence amidst the Zenit insults, burst into laughter and clamor.
That was a ruthless move.
It's obvious they're bullying the Zenit camp because, apart from King of Chambord, there are no other Moon Class experts available to fight. They're taking advantage of the Zenit's small numbers and trying to intimidate them with their power, yet they're making it sound so high-sounding. It's utterly shameless, but it somehow fits the continent's traditions, leaving others to say whatever they want.
"That's right. The five of us will fight together, no matter the situation, even against a Great Sun-Rank Venerable. The leader of the five Moon Class experts from the Lyon Empire, a burly man with a thick beard, looked at Sun Fei and said with a mocking smile, 'Boy from a lowly empire, if you're scared, just admit defeat and cripple your hands. I'll spare your life today!'"
"Hehehehe, if you don't want to lose your hands, then take off your pants and call me grandpa, that'll do!" The thin man in black tight-fitting clothes next to the bearded man said with a strange laugh.
"Six out of ten breaths have passed. The Zenit cannot send reinforcements, so you are doomed." The beautiful woman in her early twenties licked her lips, revealing a cruel smile. She looked at Sun Fei as if he were prey waiting to be slaughtered, and then made a throat-slitting gesture.
opposite.
Sun Fei's face showed a thoughtful expression, his demeanor extremely serious.
He seemed genuinely considering his opponent's advice, whether to surrender or simply strip down and walk through a crowd of millions to save his life.
"The strongmen of the higher empires are nothing but a bunch of cowardly cowards who fear death and believe that numbers are everything. When have I, Zenit warrior, ever been afraid of death? Team battles? Although I, Chris Sutton, am not strong, my blood is hot. What am I afraid of? Death is just a possibility. If you want to fight, count me in!"
On the ground, the Sun Golden Knight finally couldn't help but shout out loud.
His words ignited the fighting spirit of the Zenit soldiers.
Even before the First Commander on the city wall God of War Arshavin, had spoken, the soldiers, large and small, had already roared in anger. The Sun Golden Knight was right; even if they weren't strong enough, what was there to fear? They would only die!
"That's right, count me in!"
"What's so great about Moon Class expert? It's just death, right? Count me in!"
Zenit has always had only fallen soldiers, never generals with portraits.
"Hahahaha!" The Moon Class experts from the Lyon Empire burst into disdainful laughter upon hearing this. The bearded man glanced at Chris Sutton, then looked at the Zenit people on the city wall, who were filled with fervor, as if he had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world. He looked down at them and laughed mockingly, "You, you lot, what are you? Anyone qualified to appear in the battle of the strong in the chaotic battlefield of the Empire is at least Moon Class expert. You are all as lowly as ants in strength and status, yet you dare to presume to intervene in the battle of the strong. It's laughable! A low-level Empire is a low-level Empire, a bunch of ignorant fools. What do you have left besides being fearless of death?"
"You..." The Sun Golden Knight felt his blood boil, but he also knew that the Battle of the Strong was not a battle that ordinary people were qualified to participate in; it was an extremely sacred battle.
Just then, Sun Fei, who had been deep in thought, suddenly relaxed his furrowed brows, laughed loudly, and said, "At least Moon Class expert? Heh..." As he said this, he suddenly swung his palm, and a golden flame flashed out, surging into the body of the furious Sun Golden Knight Chris Sutton on the ground.
"This is..." Sutton exclaimed in surprise.
Suddenly, he felt a scorching heat wave surging through his limbs and bones, and intense pain emanated from his bones and marrow, as if countless ants were gnawing at him. In particular, the feeling of expansion in his internal Dou Qi channels was so intense that even as Judgment Knight, he almost cried out in pain.
The pain was incredibly intense, yet it passed in a flash.
In the next instant, Sutton suddenly felt a giant door that had been troubling him for so long slowly open, finally revealing the endless mysteries behind it, and a brand new world unfolded before him.
A completely new and unfamiliar yet powerful force slowly emanated from Sutton.
Then, the young, handsome knight slowly levitated, his feet hovering in the air.
Moon Class expert!
At this very moment, the Sun Golden Knight has advanced to the Moon Class powerhouse!
The expressions on the faces of the five Moon Class powerhouses of the Lyon Empire were as if they had seen a ghost. With their discerning eyes, how could they not see that the reason why this Zenit little martial artist was able to leap over the dragon gate and suddenly advance to the Moon Class powerhouse at this moment must be related to the golden light that the Zenit powerhouse had just unleashed.
Creating Moon Class expert with bare hands?
Such methods are simply too shocking and unconventional; they're almost divine.
After a long pause, the ten-breath time limit had already expired.
The bearded man finally snapped out of his shock, his face regaining its mocking expression. He said, "So what if there's another little brat? A pathetic creature who just advanced to the Moon Class Realm, hasn't even undergone the certification of the elements. In our eyes, he's like a child, no different from being sent to his death. Hahaha, ten breaths have passed. Since your Chambord City can't send any more experts, then die!"
Having said that, he moved like lightning, suddenly launching a sneak attack.
At this moment, the Sun Golden Knight realized that it was King of Chambord who had intervened, using godlike methods to forcibly elevate him from the Nine-Star Class to the coveted Moon Class realm. In that instant, all the resentment he harbored towards Sun Fei vanished, and he finally became a complete admirer of Sun Fei.
Sutton was shocked to see the bearded man suddenly attack, and was about to make a move...
Suddenly, a tremendous force surged forth, shoving Sutton aside. Sun Fei laughed loudly, " Chris, concentrate! Circulate your Dou Qi qi and prepare for the Heavenly Certification! You cover me! These cowards who rely on numbers aren't worthy of our combined attack..."
As they spoke, figures flashed by.
Sun Fei moved with his will, Blink teleporting to the side of the bearded man.
This speed was unbelievable. All the spectators saw was a series of afterimages. Before Sun Fei's laughter had even faded, he had already thrown a punch. The bearded man couldn't react at all. Golden flames flashed in the sky, and a scream of pain rang out. The bearded man's sneak attack failed, and he was hit in the chest by Sun Fei's punch, turning into bloody fragments!
One-hit kill!
The world was instantly terrified!
Before the other four Moon Class experts from the Lyon Empire could react, they suddenly felt as if they were sinking into a swamp. The air was thick and viscous, enveloping their bodies, making it difficult for them to move.
In an instant, orange-yellow flames filled the heavens and the earth.
Suddenly, a hundred-meter-long, handleless, orange-yellow earth elemental sword appeared before Sun Fei.
"Hahaha, an eye for an eye! [ Sword of the Earth ], slash—!!!"
Sun Fei's voice shattered everyone's souls.
It's the Sword of the Earth!
It's the Sword of the Earth!!!
Fourth update.
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