Sun Fei had a vague intuition—
The arrangements for today's event began very early.
Moreover, the person who orchestrated this scheme was not one of the five people in front of us, but rather a mastermind hidden behind the scenes.
It could even be just a small part of a larger situation.
This is one of the reasons why Sun Fei has always been unwilling to get involved.
In this chaotic world, the world is the chessboard, and the supreme ruler is the piece. Exceptional sages are ruthless and cunning in their tactics. Sun Fei knew he did not yet possess the strength to defy the heavens. If he rashly entered into this situation, he might only become a pawn, cannon fodder, unable to control his own destiny, and might even drag Chambord City into an unpredictable vortex.
Boom boom boom boom--!!!!!
Amidst the two major battle groups, the deafening sounds of intense, explosive combat echoed.
On the lakeside, the remaining three Young Supremes from the Central Region, including Pato, clearly believed that their companion could win the Holy Power. Therefore, they paid no attention to this battle, which was a foregone conclusion, and their attention was focused on Sun Fei.
For them, Alexander, the [ Human Emperor of the Northern Region ], who was renowned in the Northern Region, was also one of the famous Young Supremes. He was a peer worthy of their attention, someone who could enter their field of vision, and someone qualified to stand on equal footing with them. Observing Sun Fei was far more important than the two battles next to him, whose outcome was not in doubt.
Now that I have the opportunity to see it today, I naturally want to observe it more closely.
"You are the [ Human Emperor of the Northern Region ]?"
Suddenly, Cassano, with a grin on his face, was the first of the three to ask a question.
This Young Supremes from the Central Region, known for his eccentric temper and unpredictable mood swings, indeed acted strangely, making no attempt to hide his curious gaze as he looked Sun Fei up and down, displaying a provocative yet intensely interested expression without any intention of concealing it.
"Not bad." Sun Fei nodded, his expression unchanged.
"I heard your name when I was in the Central Region," Cassano said with a grin as he approached. "I heard you were a formidable fighter, known as the Invincible Iron Fist, possessing superhuman strength capable of leveling mountains and uprooting ancient peaks. I imagined you to be a Zongheng muscular giant, but I never expected you to be so fair-skinned and handsome, second only to me, who is known as the [Most Handsome Man of Our Time]. Tsk tsk, that's quite a surprise."
"Pfft--!" Sun Fei almost spat it out.
The most handsome man in the world?
Cassano?
To be honest, Sun Fei really found it difficult to equate the meanings of these two words.
It seems this eccentric Young Supremes is quite narcissistic; after all, his appearance... well, one could only say he's not ugly.
Behind Sun Fei, several palace maids couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh.
On the other side, seeing Cassano's 'performance,' Milito's usually utterly silent face twitched unnaturally at the corner of his mouth, and he lowered his head slightly. Pato, with his noble demeanor, suppressed the urge to slap his forehead and turned his head to the other side—it seemed his companions were also having a hard time tolerating this guy.
"Ha, every time I hear that, they always express their envy and jealousy in this way. But there's nothing I can do; my good looks are natural, so jealousy is useless, hehe."
Cassano stroked his mustache, watching Sun Fei with great interest.
Under Sun Fei's murderous glare, she finally gave up her plan to touch Sun Fei's chest muscles to verify that the fair-skinned King was not actually a woman disguised as a man.
After a pause, the scoundrel, still harboring ulterior motives, suggested, "I only found out today that you're also from the Holy Church. Since you're so good at fighting, how about we have a match?"
Sun Fei: "..."
"Hehe, although you're also from the Holy Church, I find you quite to my liking. You're not a bad person, so don't worry, I'll go easy on you and won't slap your handsome little face."
Sun Fei: "..."
"Hey, what's with that look? Take your drooling gaze away. Let me make this clear: I have absolutely no interest in men—not even a little bit—even though you're a handsome man who looks like a woman!"
Sun Fei: "@&*￥##※..."
"Make your move, haha, make your move, let's have a good, satisfying fight, haha, hit me now, hit me now!"
Sun Fei finally lost his temper and threw a punch.
"Haha, only one last move left!"
The Judgment Divine Envoy Hening stood in the void, his body shrouded in at least twenty layers of various magical shields, protecting himself like a tortoise. His confidence soared, and a smug and irritating smile appeared on his fat, greasy face.
They've already exchanged two blows.
Shaarawy was completely overwhelmed by his own powerful offensive magic, leaving him utterly defenseless.
It seems my earlier worries were completely unnecessary.
The wounded " Little Pharaoh " was all bark and no bite; he was just putting on an act.
"Hahaha, let this final move witness your defeat! As long as I leave alive today, it won't be long before all of you pay a bloody price for what happened today!"
Hening laughed maniacally and unleashed his final move.
Amidst a roaring chant, six [ Sword of Judgment ] slowly emerged in the sky.
Collina had used this move before; it was called [ Sword of the Gods ], and it was incredibly powerful, capable of killing opponents of higher ranks.
Hening's strength was slightly lower than Collina's, so he naturally couldn't condense and fuse ten [ Sword of Judgment ] at the same time. Six was already his limit. Although this move couldn't completely kill Shaarawy, in the fat pig's opinion, it was more than enough to support his escape.
but--
"Idiot, I'm not playing with you anymore." The smile that had been on Shaarawy's face suddenly vanished at this moment.
In the next instant, a circle of purple flames suddenly spread from his body, enveloping Hening and the sky and earth within a hundred meters around him.
"This is..." Hening's smile froze on his face.
He suddenly discovered that he could no longer control the six [ Sword of Judgment ]. The connection between his Spiritual Power and magic was severed, and the [ Sword of Judgment ], which were powerful enough to level mountains, melted away little by little like popsicles exposed to the Scorching Sun, and soon disappeared into the air.
field!
This is the domain power of a Demigod- level expert.
"No..." Hening cried out in despair, "No, have pity on me..."
His strength was at the peak of the Scorching Sun and Great Perfection realms, just one step away from becoming Demigod. However, he had not yet mastered the power of the domain, so he was naturally unable to resist. Enveloped by this purple flame power, he was like Pig-Headed Shark out of water. No matter how great his abilities were, he could no longer jump around. His life and death were in Shaarawy's hands.
"Pitiful?" Shaarawy sneered. "Not at all."
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