"Flash-Lightning-Speed-Fist!"
The mysterious newcomer to the battle possessed unparalleled power. His long, fiery red hair danced like flames, and with a sharp shout, he roared like a majestic Golden Lion, his Teeth gleaming coldly.
With a single punch, countless bolts of lightning erupted from his fist, instantly transforming into a dense mass of plasma serpents that engulfed the distant battle. The speed of his punch was comparable to the speed of light, far exceeding the reaction speed of ordinary martial artists. A chorus of screams erupted as six Moon Class experts who had followed D'Alessandro were struck by the lightning-fast, dense punches, instantly blasted apart, turning into puffs of blood mist that exploded in the air, blood flying everywhere, bones falling...
On the walls of Saint Petersburg, cheers and jubilation erupted.
Everyone could see that this seemingly invincible Golden Lion had taken their side. The golden armor he wore was identical to that of the four Gold Saint from Chambord City, including [ Black-Haired Berserk Fist ], all exuding an aura of antiquity, mystery, and vastness, clearly indicating that he was also a powerful figure from Chambord City.
"It's Frank Lampard, the former top fighter in Chambord City."
Beneath the watchtower atop the city wall, the purple-clad girl Ziyan, standing beside the eldest princess, spoke softly.
Her strength had grown to the Seven-Star Class Pinnacle, and she could vaguely detect the lightning-fast traces of the battles within the group, recognizing the identity of the burly, red-haired man who had recently joined the group.
The eldest princess frowned slightly.
The eldest prince Arshavin, whose armored body remained completely composed even when facing a formidable enemy like D'Alessandro, trembled slightly upon hearing this.
The two of them were among the first among the upper-class nobles of the entire empire to see the original Chambord City. At that time Frank Lampard, the number one expert in Chambord City, was only a Three-Star Class warrior. In their eyes, he was as insignificant as a maggot in a gutter. The so-called title of number one expert was more like a weak person's self-amusement. They were simply people living in two different worlds.
Now, even ordinary soldiers who don't use martial arts can see that Frank Lampard's strength has reached an unfathomable level. Even in this earth-shattering battle of Moon Class powerhouses, he stands out from the crowd. The Golden Lion's Teeth gleam with cold light, and under his Lightning Lightspeed Fist, there are almost no enemies who can withstand a single blow.
"His strength is probably already on the verge of reaching the Great Sun-Rank Venerable, and he only needs one more step to advance... It's truly terrifying. Such a rate of strength growth is probably no less than that of King of Chambord himself!" The purple-clad girl, Ziyan, couldn't help but exclaim, this was a martial artist's instinct.
She knew that all of this must be related to King of Chambord.
Any warrior who follows King of Chambord will experience a monstrous increase in strength. Lampard, Drogba, and others are not isolated cases. Chris Sutton and that kid named Luffy also illustrate this point.
Long live Zenit!
Long live the Empire! Long live the Empire! Long live the Empire!
"Invincible! Invincible! Invincible! Invincible! Invincible!"
A breathtaking scene, a battle that seems mythical to ordinary people: the invincible figure of the Chambord warrior clad in golden armor, the thrilling spectacle of blood and bone splattering, the screams of the enemy and the triumphant laughter of their own warriors...
These dramatic scenes unfolding on the morning of despair drove the Zenit people on the city walls into a frenzy. Even the nobles, who were usually high and mighty, suddenly embraced and laughed with the ordinary soldiers around them, regardless of rank, standing shoulder to shoulder and hand in hand, shouting and cheering hysterically for the Golden Warriors!
Amidst the cheers, something even more outrageous happened.
But before they knew it, several more figures appeared in the sky, standing in the void.
Some people recognized them, including powerful figures who had appeared in the Imperial Martial Combat Competition in the past, such as [ Son of the Wind ] Torres, [ Heaven-Splitting Finger ] Čech, [ Whirlwind Swift Blade ] Robben, and [ Giant ] Oleg, as well as unfamiliar powerful figures such as the young divine master Garcia and several elderly Moon Class powerhouses with white hair.
These people did not participate in the battle, but they watched intently.
They exuded a powerful aura, which seemed to solidify in the void, demonstrating their formidable strength and their stance.
These are powerful figures belonging to the Zenit Empire.
The situation is gradually developing in a way that no one had anticipated.
At least in terms of the number of strong individuals, the Zenit Empire is no longer at a disadvantage.
Moreover, even ordinary soldiers who were not skilled in martial arts could see that in the earth-shattering battle that was taking place, although they were outnumbered, the Saint of Chambord City, clad in golden armor, were displaying overwhelming strength. In particular, the red-haired man who appeared later, resembling Golden Lion, was invincible. With his fists, no opponent could withstand a single round before being reduced to a bloody mist!
"How so?"
In the midst of the battle, in the blink of an eye, only seven or eight Moon Class experts who had followed D'Alessandro remained. Each one of them was terrified and had lost all will to fight.
This is absolutely outrageous! Didn't the newspapers say that the Zenit people didn't have any Moon Class experts? Why are there so many now, and each one of them is so ferocious... If they had known this would happen, even with a god like D'Alessandro in charge, they would never have come to kick someone when they're down!
"Help!"
Moon Class expert let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
He exerted all his strength to escape the battle and flew towards D'Alessandro, only to be instantly overtaken by a bolt of lightning from behind. Lampard's Lightning Lightspeed Fist instantly killed the demoralized opponent.
A streak of light flashed across the sky as the remaining five Moon Class experts fled like stray dogs, their bodies covered in blood. They were as if they had just experienced a nightmare, utterly terrified and pale-faced. They were completely terrified; one of them even lost his bearings and plunged headlong into the city of Saint Petersburg...
On the city walls, cheers and laughter mingled together, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
In the distance, in the sky.
D'Alessandro's face was ashen. He couldn't understand why a small first-level empire could suddenly display such power. This was illogical. Putting aside other factors such as its foundation, Zenit's current strength alone was enough to make it a fifth or sixth-level empire.
Especially those Moon Class powerhouses clad in golden armor, who possessed some lost martial arts techniques from the ancient era of gods and demons, and whose strange illusions appeared when Summon their armor, shocked D'Alessandro even more. This was beyond the scope of ordinary Moon Class powerhouses. A trace of divinity was faintly revealed in these powerhouses, which was the most terrifying thing.
"These people shouldn't be from the Zenit Empire, but what force could possibly possess such powerful and terrifying warriors? They've actually interfered in my conflict with the Zenit Empire —are they trying to make an enemy of the Continent Martial Saint Mountain?"
D'Alessandro grew increasingly wary, slowly increasing his strength as he approached, and loudly demanded, "Who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of my Continent Martial Saint Mountain? Do you intend to become enemies with my master, Maradona?"
Fourth update.