The Best Support

The sparring session with Xuan Nu ultimately proved effective.

Zhang Xuezhou's close-combat skills are poor; he is not good at close combat.

He couldn't fight against speed-type Sequence Holder like Montes Clark, who excelled at movement and positioning; he would become a sitting duck. But Zhang Xuezhou could actually put up a fight with Montes Clark.

Of course, he couldn't beat Montessler.

But Zhang Xuezhou's ability to take a beating wasn't for nothing. No matter how he was hit, he could hold on. He could even retreat to the side of other Sequence Holder from time to time, forcing them to fight Montes Steel head-on.

Montes Steel is most proud of his ability to withstand attacks, but he also hates this type of opponent the most, especially one who repeatedly dodges and uses his strength against him.

He continued to beat her, and his temper flared as he pounded his fists wildly.

It wasn't until his punch ripped off Zhang Xuezhou's torn breathing mask that Montes's heart leaped, turning a fierce battle into a war of words.

While Montes Clark's familiarity with Zhang Xuezhou was limited, Montes Steel was far too familiar with Zhang Xuezhou. After all, Zhang Xuezhou had won the belt that facilitated the absorption of the blood serum, and Montes Steel had to thank Zhang Xuezhou for that.

The frustration of being captured by Zhou Xin had been weighing heavily on Montes's mind, and he never expected that something even more frustrating would happen.

The young man who could have been killed with a single slap back then is now fighting him.

He had to accept that he couldn't beat Zhou Xin. Montessler felt that he could only wait for Zhou Xin to die of old age, but before he could reach the top of the body refinement world, the younger generation had already caught up.

"Impossible!"

After a heated argument, Montessler also began to question the meaning of life.

He felt that Zhang Xuezhou shouldn't have entered the Seventh Sequence so early, but the real combat experience forced him to admit the truth.

The opponent was incredibly resilient. Despite being repeatedly and wildly attacked, Zhang Xuezhou only suffered bleeding from the corner of his eye and nose. His body was not seriously injured, unlike those Sixth Sequence individuals who would be rolling on the ground after taking ten or eight punches.

"We are reinforcements invited by Grean. You'd better help us quickly! We reinforcements are only responsible for parrying, not for killing people!"

Zhang Xuezhou was forced to retreat repeatedly, flying more than ten meters backward. He looked at Montessler, who was chasing him at close range, and quickly turned his body. A three-section staff behind him was already smashing down with a combination of chopping and striking.

High-temperature flames erupted from one end of the three-section staff, and the rapid and sudden impact caused Montessler to experience excruciating pain.

Even the best martial arts skills cannot withstand all blows, and will inevitably cause pain.

His body was clearly burned by the high-temperature flames, but his opponent was a little greedy when he was spitting fire. He grabbed the end of the three-section staff with his tiger claws and then pulled it back.

A muffled groan and the sound of the staff being sheathed came from behind. Montes Steel Blade charged forward, his fists pounding out like dragons.

"You bastard surnamed Zhang, go to hell!"

As expected, a pair of iron palms emerged from the smoke to parry and deflect Montes's series of deadly attacks.

This wasn't the first time Zhang Xuezhou had parried like this. His opponent was physically resilient, retreating quickly after being hit, but also incredibly fast at receiving blows, his body seemingly moving in an irregular manner.

Montes only regretted that the heavy smoke on the field allowed Zhang Xuezhou to appear and disappear so unpredictably.

This was originally his and Clark's home turf, but unexpectedly, Zhang Xuezhou made things even more complicated.

What's more troublesome is that Zhang Xuezhou and the Sequence Holder have gradually developed a better understanding of each other. The attackers have begun to realize that Zhang Xuezhou will definitely come to the rescue and they will not suffer continuous attacks and deaths, so they have become bolder in their attacks.

"Bakhtom, get your men to help me! There are too many people surrounding me!"

"Damn it, that bastard Naggs is always out there, bringing over useless people!"

After cursing Zhang Xuezhou, Montessler called out to Bakhtom, the Speaker of the Thousand Islands Alliance, and then began to berate Nagos. He even suspected that Nagos's constant sending of people to Brampeda had led to the leakage of their location.

Not all of them lived underground permanently. The intense bombardment did hit them, but only a small number were able to evade the rocket attacks, while others were lucky enough to escape unscathed.

The melee also occurred at such times.

Montessler felt that the Alliance Island Conference gave these Sixth Sequence members the courage to fight, but these people had never fully grasped the cruelty of such a struggle.

The Alliance Island Conference was a meeting to resolve disputes and to exchange ideas, not to fight to the death. The people of the Scarlet Alliance State went crazy, but Omega didn't go crazy with them, which is why they had to back down.

But in acts of subverting government, it's a life-or-death struggle.

Even at a great cost, Montessler would kill these people in this underground building.

The battle was not going smoothly, but they gained a preliminary advantage by releasing poison gas and smoke through combustion.

As long as they don't mind physical injuries, this battle could save many lives.

But an accident happened.

An unwanted person has entered this conflict.

The young Zhang Xuezhou caused Montessler immense pain, and he dared not even imagine whether Ren Yisheng and others had also come to Brampeda.

"Town!"

As soon as a soft shout reached his ears, Montes Steel felt a blur before his eyes, and Montes Badun emerged from the smoke, holding a long staff.

When the heavy club struck his head, Montes Steel felt an endless pain flood his mind.

He roared and howled, then saw the three-section staff again.

Before Montes could even grab the nunchuck, a sense of disorientation washed over him again. This time, he saw his elderly mother clinging to his legs, pleading desperately.

"I... I... you... you all..."

Another sharp pain jolted Montes awake. He staggered a few steps, his ankle twisted, and his body became somewhat unsteady.

"You... you will regret this!"

A large sword slashed towards his chest shortly afterward, followed by a curved blade grazing his neck. The three-section staff then began to wrap around his legs, making it difficult for him to maintain his balance.

Blood oozed from his chest and neck. Montessler raised his face, which was covered in countless bumps, and staggered before pointing at the crowd.

"Give it your all and knock down Steel Hammer!"

Zhang Xuezhou's urging voice came through, and Montessler's face was filled with despair.

The mental combatant was the best support, and each attack caught Montess completely off guard, leaving him only able to rely on his body to withstand the various blows.

Not to mention Montessler couldn't withstand it, even Zhou Xin couldn't withstand this targeted fighting style that alternates between clarity and confusion.

"Ren Yisheng... even if a deal falls through, there's no need for courtesy... it's up to... you... you all..."

Montess was neither able to defeat them nor escape them.

Looking around, Montessler felt he had encountered one of the Eighth Sequence Ren Yisheng, hidden somewhere in the smoke.

He gripped his neck tightly, wary that his head might be severed in a moment of distraction.

But this approach was merely a temporary reprieve in the face of such a combined attack. After being repeatedly assaulted and falling into a state of hallucination, the light in his eyes eventually dimmed.