The Dispute Spirals Out of Control

Whether it's worthwhile to use your trump card against Montesbottom is a decision that doesn't require much deliberation.

Having confirmed that Zhou Xin had not come, Nagos' only remaining target became Montesbatton.

This prompted him to resort to any means necessary.

He tilted his head, and Montesbatton's silver staff fell to the side of him.

His backhanded heavy sword had already struck Montes Steelhorn's body squarely.

"Go!"

As the countdown began in his mind, the explosion Nagus anticipated rang out, and fierce flames swept out wildly.

In just a short moment, the spot where Montesbatton stood was transformed into a giant fireball.

The strike was successful, but Nagos had no idea that the situation was already settled.

His explosive art was incredibly effective at killing Sixth Sequence cultivators, but killing Seventh Sequence cultivators was much more difficult. At least Nagos couldn't use explosives to kill Zhou Xin, who was skilled in body tempering.

He also lacked sufficient confidence when the bomb was aimed at Montesbatton.

However, the fact that Naggs could not kill Zhou Xin with an explosion does not mean that his explosion could not harm Zhou Xin. Zhou Xin was equally wary of his explosion.

If Montesbatton were Seventh Sequence, Naggus would be certain that the other party would be seriously injured at this moment, and would have to be carried into a temporary shelter for emergency treatment, just like Changkong Luo and the others.

However, Montespatton is at the Eighth Sequence, and even if the opponent is not good at body tempering, this sequence stage still has mysteries beyond the Seventh Sequence.

"You old bastard, even if I don't kill you this time, you'll be in for a world of hurt!"

Nagos thought to himself, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist, followed by a dizzying blackout before his eyes, and his strength vanished in an instant.

When he glared angrily at Montessler, he saw that Montessler was being forced to retreat repeatedly by Pasteur, not because Montessler had struck him.

He removed the heavy sword from his right hand, and when he reached for his waist, he felt a slippery, difficult-to-grip sensation, followed by a sharp pain as something pierced his waist.

"Damn it, it was that stick! Montespatton sharpened the stick and stabbed me in the back!"

The long stick was aimed at his head, but Naggs dodged it.

But Naggs didn't expect that the long stick he dodged could turn into a sharp spear that could break through his body's resistance layer and pierce his kidneys.

Controlling small objects to throw or shoot is normal, and it's perfectly normal for small objects to curve and spin to strike, but controlling such a heavy stick is undoubtedly terrifyingly difficult.

Naggs had never even considered turning a heavy club into a sharp object that could break through the resistance layer.

"Besides controlling the attraction and repulsion of metals, Patton can also control their deformation!"

Naggs had witnessed the struggle between Zhou Xin and Montesbottom, but he had never seen Montesbottom resort to such tactics.

Naggs had in-depth conversations with Chimon Haig, but Chimon Haig, Montesbatton's longtime rival, had never mentioned such a thing.

Only then did Naggs play Montesbatton's other trump card.

Damn it!

Naggs cried out inwardly as the slippery, difficult-to-grip staff struggled in his right hand, repeatedly breaking through the resistance and penetrating deeper into his waist. A sense of death gripped Naggs's heart.

I surrender!

Before Montesbatton's figure could even emerge from the flames, Naggs had already shouted out his defeat.

He felt the silver staff that had been piercing his waist loosen, and then fall from his hand like a dead snake.

Thirty meters away, amidst the flames of the explosion, the fire quickly contracted after bursting forth, revealing Montespatton's pangolin-like curled-up body, with charred scales emerging and bursts of blue light intertwining and flashing back and forth.

His moves and exchanges with Montespatton were incredibly fast, and victory or defeat could be decided in an instant.

In just a few seconds, everything was settled.

Only then did the spectators in their seats belatedly realize what was happening.

Montes Clark moved like the wind, lifting a bucket of prepared ice water and pouring it down. Countless white steam rose rapidly, and Omega and others leaped from their seats to catch the swaying Nagos.

"Pooh!"

Montes spat out a mouthful of blood, glanced at Nagos with extreme apprehension, and his eyes flickered with a shifting light.

Only when Pasteur, holding a heavy shield, blocked his view did he suppress his restless thoughts.

"If this is a fight to the death, you will surely be killed by us!"

Montess snorted coldly, then gripped the throbbing, bloody muscles on his back tightly.

"Killing Patton might not be enough in a life-or-death struggle, but killing you is no problem!"

Pasteur retorted defiantly, and then, together with Omega and the others, quickly escorted Nagos as they retreated step by step.

"Go try your luck in Qinmeng!"

Montessler roared angrily.

What was supposed to be an international dispute exchange aimed at mutual benefit and competition never expected to escalate to this extent. Not only were the Scarlet Alliance State driven mad, but the British Alliance State were also going crazy.

What started as a brief exchange escalated into a full-blown battle, and the intensity of this international dispute exceeded many people's expectations.

What was supposed to be a four-way battle in the third round had already become an open contest in the first round.

The expressions on the faces of the many national representatives varied, while some showed a growing sense of eagerness.

The second Zhou Xin did not arrive, Qimeng Haige was not qualified to participate in the international dispute conference, Montesbatton, Nagos, Changkong Luo, Changkong, Changkong, and Changkongyinglian were severely injured, and Gongyi Xingguangyu and Gangzeduotia of the Thousand Islands Alliance were dead.

Pasteur was slightly wounded and lacked strength, leaving only Montes Clark of the Aomeijia Alliance with full combat power.

The international dispute resolution conference consists of three major battles, with the third battle involving contracts that are undoubtedly the most significant.

If a few more stubborn players engage in head-on confrontations, the high-level players will be eliminated.

There is now a lack of sufficiently influential controllers, and the situation is no longer one of being controlled as before.

"Jiang Ying of the Scarlet Alliance State challenges Montes Clark, the Seventh Sequence individual of the Aomeijia Alliance!"

After Montesbarton and the others left the stage, a brief silence ensued, and Jiang Ying, who was sitting in the Scarlet Alliance State seat, stood up.

"Come on, let me see just how strong your resistance layer really is!"

Jiang Ying's eyes flashed with a fierce light as she grabbed a piercing awl into her hand.

The armor-piercing cone is a penetrating weapon. It can be fitted with a shaft to become an armor-piercing spear, or with a handle to become an armor-piercing sword, or its size can be reduced to become an armor-piercing arrow.

This was an important weapon from the Luofu era, specifically designed to counter cavalry.

As a military general from a bygone era, Jiang Ying was extremely skilled at armor-piercing; his armor-piercing spikes could penetrate the iron armor of cavalry.

The armor-piercing spike he held in his hand wasn't very long, only about thirty centimeters, and the only way to use this weapon was to stab.

A single function makes it easy to be targeted, but as long as you are determined to fight to the death, it can also be a powerful tool for overcoming obstacles, especially when targeting the Seventh Sequence.

"This is insane!"

Montes Clark watched as Jiang Ying emerged, carrying an armor-piercing spike.

In terms of generational differences, there is not much difference in age groups across countries, with older generations exhibiting a stronger mentality than the younger generation.

Although Jiang Ying was clearly a step weaker and a lower rank than her, Montes Clark, who was known for his sharp tongue, didn't dare to step up in the match because of the six fierce battles they had fought in the past.