Translator: CinderTL
"Is this all you've got?"
The disdainful tone and voice were instantly translated into the simplest Suro language by the interpreter.
Walong, wearing a headset, had a grim expression, his eyes flickering as if a vulture was gathering above his convoy, ready to strike with thunderous force.
In the corners on both sides of the road, shadowy figures seed to flicker. Han Chao and the others frowned slightly, sensing sothing unusual about the situation.
"Captain Han?" soone asked, though they knew the Dowa Faction wouldn't dare go too far. But if they were to act here, "Trust Grandmaster Chen."
Han Chao shook his head but quickly regained his composure.
He believed Grandmaster Chen could handle any situation and was confident that the martial arts of the Red Nation were no weaker than those of the rest of the world.
In an instant, the atmosphere shifted. Amid the coldness, footsteps began to echo around them.
"You dare injure my, Tiger's disciple?!"
"Today, I'll teach you a lesson!!"
The cold, scolding voice rapidly approached. From the concrete square erged a middle-aged Suro man dressed in brown fur, his wrists wrapped in white bandages.
His hanging hands had unusually large knuckles, his cold face with a protruding forehead, and his eyes were fierce—clearly not soone to be trifled with.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.
His footsteps were continuous and heavy. He glanced at the convoy and quickly strode toward the young man at the entrance of the Martial Hall.
Darkness enveloped the area, much of the light obscured.
Ignoring the young man's wide-eyed anger, the newcor clenched his fist, gathered his strength, and lunged forward with a step.
A roaring sound erupted as he aid to severely injure the young man right then and there.
"Senior Brother!"
Xu Tingxiao's restrained voice of anger ca through the communicator. He hadn't expected these Suro people to be so unreasonable.
Ganging up was one thing, but bullying the weak? "Hmm."
Chen Feng responded calmly, his gaze sharp as a blade, still sitting steadily in the back seat.
Xu Tingxiao instantly understood. He leaped out of the rolled-down car window like a hungry tiger leaping across a ravine, leaving behind a blur as he charged toward the concrete square.
Boom!!! A muffled explosion rang out. The young man, clenching his fists with his eyes shut and teeth gritted, was surprised to find no pain.
Opening his eyes, he saw a young man with tousled long hair standing in front of him, wearing a blue windbreaker, with deep red energy swirling around him, as if it could transform into a Fla Tiger at any mont.
"Is this the extent of your Suro's dignity?"
Xu Tingxiao asked coldly, restraining his anger.
Following his gaze, he transford one arm into a palm, steadily blocking the strike from the man nad Tiger.
"Hah!!!"
However, the other party paid no heed.
With a cold shout, black patterns began to spread across his body, instantly forming a strange pattern on his face.
His aura surged, and with a shake of his fist, he forcefully broke free from Xu Tingxiao's restraint.
Then, gathering Force in his left fist at his waist, he launched it forward like a cannonball, emitting a piercing screech.
Boom!!!
A muffled explosion rang out, and a fierce wind swept through.
The next second.
Roar!!! Tiger Roar Style, Fla Blast Style! The deep red Force condensed and exploded. The man nad Tiger was struck in the chest and abdon, his body bending like a shrimp as he was sent flying.
Streaks of blood scattered in mid-air, and Lin Hao and the others relaxed slightly.
But then.
"Impressive, the martial arts of the Red Nation indeed have so tricks."
"Let test you!"
Amid the cold shouts, another figure rushed out from the corner of the concrete square.
Whoosh!!!
A sharp screech erupted as dark light condensed, forming a True Intent Black Eagle, four to five ters in size, charging straight toward Xu Tingxiao.
The air tore apart, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
The young man at the entrance of the Eagle-Tiger Dojo widened his eyes, completely unprepared for the appearance of a True Intent level expert.
"Don't be afraid."
Yet, there was not a trace of fear.
The young man with disheveled long hair and a blue windbreaker turned back and smiled at him.
Wide-eyed, the boy saw the Black Eagle True Intent rapidly approaching, almost upon them. He quickly opened his mouth to warn the other to dodge.
But in the next instant.
Whoosh!!! A whistling sound like an arrow being shot echoed as a figure from the convoy arrived in the blink of an eye, moving with the speed of a shadow.
Boom!!! The Black Eagle True Intent was shattered with a single palm strike, scattering fragnts of Force in all directions.
With a cold expression, Zhou Wuren's personal disciple stood beside Xu Tingxiao, his tone displeased.
"Is this all you've got? You dare challenge the martial arts of the Red Nation?"
He asked coldly, his voice laced with restrained anger, knowing full well that this situation was deliberately targeted.
The newcor wasted no words, imdiately unleashing his Force. Black patterns spread across his body, revealing him to be a peak True Intent level expert.
The two instantly clashed, causing the ground to shake and the concrete to crack.
Seeing this, Zhou Wuren frowned slightly, then quickly shifted his gaze to another figure that had appeared outside the square.
An old man, wrapped in a thin gray linen robe.
He looked like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any mont, but as he walked forward, the surrounding light seed to darken.
"This..."
"A Grandmaster?"
Lin Hao was astonished, while Chen Feng narrowed his eyes.
"I heard that a Grandmaster from the Red Nation has co to Suro. This old man, though foolish, would like to learn from your skills."
The newcor spoke in a calm tone, standing in front of the convoy, unyielding.
Behind him, Zhou Wuren's expression turned serious. Finally, he opened the car door and stepped out.
"Must we fight before it even begins?"
His tone was slightly cold, but the sa dark Force began to emanate from his body.
The old man quickened his pace, and Zhou Wuren also stepped forward slowly.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... until finally, their steps grew faster and faster, and they collided in an instant.
Boom!!
The sound of fists and palms clashing erupted, and the dark Force shone brilliantly.
The concrete beneath their feet exploded, cracks spreading like a spider's web in all directions.
The battle of Grandmasters had begun once more, and many Suro citizens on the distant streets looked on from afar.
Boom! Another palm strike collided, and Zhou Wuren frowned slightly, sensing sothing strange about this Suro Grandmaster.
An invisible Force seed to invade his palm, as if carrying so kind of poison.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Without giving him ti to react, the old man unleashed a series of palm strikes, creating a flurry of explosive sounds and chaotic afterimages.
The two fought while retreating, the concrete ground continuously shattering, leaving behind a trail of potholes.
A basketball hoop was grazed by a kick, instantly breaking and flying into the air.
Zhou Wuren's expression grew darker, his anger rising. He suddenly charged forward with a punch.
The Suro old man sidestepped, and the graffiti-covered wall was blasted apart, scattering bricks everywhere.
The continuous sounds of their battle erupted, their arms and legs turning into the most ferocious weapons, creating a flurry of afterimages as they shattered everything around them.
Seeing this, Zhou Cheng in the convoy clicked his tongue, thinking to himself that if it were him, he would have been beaten to a pulp long ago.
He quickly turned to Uncle Yuan, as if knowing he would ask, and the other man shook his head lightly.
"They're both incredibly strong, standing at the peak of the fourth tier. It won't be easy to determine a winner."
"This martial arts exchange in Suro is full of sches. This is likely a targeted test, and they won't back down easily."
As he spoke, he glanced towards the convoy ahead.
As expected, Walong opened the car door, preparing to step out.
His shadowy gaze was fixed on Chen Feng the entire ti, and the massive black vulture True Intent condensed above the car roof was also ready to strike, as if it could unleash a devastating blow at any mont.
"Is there no one else?"
Suddenly, a calm voice echoed in everyone's ears.
The crowd was stunned, and they looked towards the lowered car window. A young man in a black down jacket sat in his seat, leaning back, his gaze indifferent as he spoke again.
"Call for reinforcents. I'll wait."
"Summon all the Grandmasters of Suro. Let see how many moves they can withstand."
As his words fell, the crowd fell silent.
"Arrogant!"
The high-ranking officers of Suro frowned in unison, and Walong, who was stepping out of the car, had an icy look in his eyes.
A two-Gate Grandmaster, even if you've sohow managed to open the Gate of Spirit, you're not worthy of such insolence! Tap! Walong took a step forward, his expression sinister, his Force gathering, ready to unleash a devastating strike.
Behind him, the vulture spread its wings, ready to rge with him and utterly tear apart the enemy before him.
But then.
Buzz!!! An invisible pressure suddenly appeared, and the vulture True Intent abruptly froze.
Walong's eyes widened, as if a massive mountain had descended from the sky, pressing down on him, trapping him in place.
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!
His bones and tendons trembled, emitting unpleasant noises.
His thoughts froze, and his eyes filled with blood vessels.
Visibly, his face turned red, and he stood in place, his body bending continuously, as if he were about to kneel.
The vulture True Intent let out a mournful cry, on the verge of exploding.
This scene was too bizarre, causing even Zhou Wuren and the old Suro Grandmaster to instinctively halt their battle and glance over.
"This…"
The old Suro Grandmaster's face was filled with suspicion, as if he had sensed sothing.
Just as he was about to speak, the young man in the car also turned his head to look.
Without hesitation, the old Grandmaster's heart skipped a beat, and he imdiately turned and fled, his figure flickering as he quickly retreated.
The high-ranking officers of Suro looked grim, also puzzled by what thod Chen Feng had used.
The atmosphere beca tense, and Zhou Cheng suddenly noticed that his Uncle Yuan had already sat up straight at so point, his face filled with the expression of soone facing a formidable enemy.
"Level 5 Force Field…"
He only vaguely heard this phrase.
Just as he was about to ask, the young man suddenly spoke.
"The state of my Red Nation's martial arts is not for you weaklings to judge."
"Tomorrow, I'll give you a chance. Bring as many people as you want. I'll take them all."
As his words fell, Walong on the opposite side could no longer hold on, and he knelt before Chen Feng.
The Suro martial artists hidden around them all turned pale, both angry and fearful.
But strangely, not a single one dared to speak up or intervene.
Indifferently sensing everything, Chen Feng raised the car window beside him, cutting off all outside interference.
The Wrath of the Storm instantly vanished, and Walong, his face filled with shock, anger, and humiliation, trembled, so overwheld with rage that he spat out a mouthful of blood, nearly passing out.
Several Suro attendants nearby turned pale and hurried forward to support him.
The high-ranking officer was furious, continuously ordering his subordinates to investigate where the Level 5 Force Field had co from and whether there was a Fifth-Tier Cyborg hidden nearby.
"Tsk, tsk."
Lin Hao watched in amazent, withdrawing his gaze from the window and looking Chen Feng up and down, his eyes filled with intense curiosity.
"Is the White Giant nearby?"
He doubted, also speculating whether it was a hidden fifth-tier cyborg from the military who had intervened. Chen Feng shook his head without offering an explanation.
Instead, he focused on sensing his innate ability, the Wrath of the Storm, and gradually understood its effects.
Although it was an area-of-effect attack, prone to accidentally harming allies.
But if the range was narrowed, it could be deliberately targeted at a single individual.
No one knew his thoughts. On the other side of the convoy, Han Chao and others had already turned serious, communicating through their devices to inquire if there was an unknown Red General accompanying them or if soone had acted on their own.
Chaos and suspicion filled the air.
Various discussions and speculations flashed through the convoy, but only Zhou Wuren looked toward the black car where Chen Feng was, his eyes filled with doubt, as if he had guessed sothing.
"The Essence of the Pinnacle Realm?"
He wasn't sure, as this was a technique only those in the Pinnacle Realm could master, and he had only heard rumors about it, never witnessed it firsthand.
Yet, the more he thought about it, the more plausible it seed, especially since the other party had already touched the threshold of the Pinnacle Realm.
He was lost in thought until his disciple ca over to remind him.
"Master, your hand..."
"Oh?"
Zhou Wuren looked down and saw a faint purple hue spreading across his palm, clearly a remnant of the poison left earlier.
That old Grandmaster from Suro had so tricks up his sleeve, and he had also worn a specially crafted glove weapon coated with a potent toxin.
"It's not a big issue."
He shook his head and quickly used his Force to control it.
At this level, ordinary toxins could hardly kill them, as they could slowly neutralize it with their Force.
"By the way, that young lad isn't bad. Ask him if he's willing to join our Shadowless Sect."
Zhou Wuren instructed, showing so appreciation for the young man from earlier.
His stubborn eyes, staying in this foreign land, would surely make him a target.
But unfortunately, his disciple shook his head helplessly.
Focusing his gaze, he saw the young man from the Fla Tiger Sect, wearing a blue jacket, already leading the boy toward the convoy, heading straight for Chen Feng.
At the sa ti.
In the underground base of Utopia.
A virtual screen floated in the air, as people with circular emblem pins on their chests moved about, transporting various artillery and weapons, or operating precision instrunts, constantly adjusting data.
Seeing this, a man sitting in an empty spot, resembling a dormant bear, grew impatient.
"Hong Ling, any news?"
"Yes."
Contrary to his expectations, the tall woman in black combat gear nodded.
The virtual screen flickered, revealing footage of a convoy departing from the embassy in Pula City.
"He's finally here."
The tall woman nad Hong Ling's gaze turned cold, as she knew full well that Jin Wei would never appear again.
"When do we act?"
Onit asked, having grown tired of staying in the underground base.
"Wait a bit longer."
"I suspect the Red Nation's military might have sent a fifth-tier cyborg to accompany them, and that Flying General has also arrived in Suro."
Hong Ling spoke rationally, and Onit frowned.
"Which Flying General?"
"Wang Cheng."
As the words fell, Onit's frown deepened.
This was a notorious killer. With him present, how could they act? "Don't worry, we're not the only ones making a move this ti."
Hong Ling shook her head, hinting, "There seems to be so new developnt at the Ancient Civilization Ruins, and the Platinum Federation has also sent so strong individuals to compete again."
"They'll draw away that Flying General, and then it'll be our chance."
Analyzing the situation with reason and thod.
Onit's furrowed brows relaxed, and he eventually nodded, sitting back down in the empty seat.
As long as the Flying General wasn't present.
With the current modules at his disposal, he was confident he could crush most of the enemies here, including the so-called Martial Arts Grandmaster.
Similarly, Hong Ling harbored similar thoughts.
Continuing to monitor the reports from her subordinates, the cold glint in her eyes grew increasingly intense.
Shatter the bones, banish to the abyss.
I will make you taste the bitterness of hatred.
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