Lin Fu was taking her revenge.
She didn’t use the Purple Moon in her hand at all, she didn’t give Venus a chance to admit defeat, nor did she let Venus die as swiftly as Dude had before.
Venus was like a stepping stone, constantly being kicked into the air by Lin Fu with her unique movent technique. Like fallen leaves beneath her feet, Venus was sent soaring high only to slam down again and again. With each step Lin Fu took on her, a clear sound of breaking bones could be heard.
The sound was so distinct that all the spectators could hear it clearly.
The audience fell silent, not a single person spoke, not because they were shocked by Lin Fu’s thod of revenge. After all, in the interstellar era, humans are far from being white lotus figures who readily sympathize with others.
The one who provokes is at fault!
From the mont Venus humiliated Lin Fu, she deserved what was coming to her.
Such behavior of deliberate humiliation in simulated matches is not uncommon, and many people despise it. So if you dare to do it, don’t bla others for retaliating.
It was only right that Lin Fu took her revenge. If she really had been lenient and allowed Venus to admit defeat, everyone would look down on her.
The audience’s silence was rely a result of being stunned by Lin Fu’s performance, unsure of what reaction was appropriate.
Surprised? Admiring? Astonished? All of the above!
In the arena, the weapon expert who had been laughing maniacally was now surrounded by a crowd that included students, dia reporters, and fellow experts. In fact, what they were more curious about was Major General Fu Xing.
Everyone was curious about whether the Fu Family always knew the true capabilities of Purple Moon, which had been passed down through their lineage.
And what about other Divine-level Weapons from the sa era?
Like the missing Imperial Blade?
Everyone was so curious.
Watching this scene were not only netizens and the people within the arena but also the military and the Royal Family.
Artificial Sea, Danfeng Bailu Palace—
The Foreign Minister helplessly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were devoid of any warmth. He watched expressionlessly as Theresa’s face contorted with emotion, disappointedly shaking his head.
"It’s impossible, absolutely impossible." Theresa clenched her fists tightly, her expression twisted, no longer bothering to maintain her facade, she cried out hysterically, "Why her? This all must be fake, it has to be."
"You..."
Murphy was stunned by Theresa’s deanor; he had never expected the princess he had ticulously cultivated from a young age to be kind and gentle, could internally be so crazed and twisted.
No, he should have known earlier.
When Theresa’s previous Chief Lady publicly humiliated Lin Fu at the Eighth Star Port, he should have realized it.
A lady-in-waiting wouldn’t dare to act so boldly.
At the ti, he had suspicions, but because he was at the border, it wasn’t convenient to investigate, and upon returning, various affairs had distracted him, preventing him from pursuing an investigation.
Now it seed needless.
"Your acting is very good."
Murphy watched Theresa with scorn, yet in his mind, the image of Emperor Joseph V began to erge, gradually rging with hers.
So that was it.
They were all being played by His Majesty.
And although Prince Hughes’ status made him the most suitable to inherit the Imperial Throne, and he was also the first in line among the current princes and princesses, His Majesty’s attitude had always been ambiguous, unclear. He had never publicly supported him, even causing endless internal strife between the military and political spheres.
They were all pawns.
The Cabinet Ministers, tired of the struggle, unanimously requested to halt the expansion, as the Galaxy Empire was vast enough. However, the military disagreed. After ascending to power, the Emperor could only solidify his authority through external expansion.
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