I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 619 People always need to be pushed a little.
Just as Feng Xue was leisurely making her way to the outskirts of Troy, Chen Xuan was experiencing the craziest thing in his life.

Rewind a few minutes, just as Feng Xue and Hercules were battling to the edge of the divine realm, Hermes issued an order to his chosen one—

Attack Chen Xuan.

Yes, after all, the Arena of Glory has been destroyed, but there are still quite a few "minor" heroes left in the place, plus those who have connections with the other faction in Troy City, which is quite a force.

Although Feng Xue saw them as mere extras, Chen Xuan clearly saw them differently.

Moreover, for Hermes, the person he had the greatest enmity with was not Feng Xue, but Chen Xuan.

Thus, under the orders of this divine messenger, while Feng Xue focused on fighting against the gods, Chen Xuan also faced an unprecedented siege.

Faced with this group of heroes riding warhorses and driving chariots, who occasionally had speed buffs, Chen Xuan's proud escape ability became useless. At this moment, his complex lightness skill was reduced to just a little room for maneuvering.

Under such high pressure, what choice will Chen Xuan make?

①: To surrender.

②: Just wait to die.

③: Delaying time.

……

As Feng Xue carried Delis and staggered out of the coastline that had been completely redrawn by the aftershocks of the battle, he raised an eyebrow. At this moment, he did not sense the slightest trace of the battle.

An eerie silence filled the air, along with... the lingering stench of blood.

"Oh ho~ that kid can't be that bad, can he? He's finished in such a short time?"

Feng Xue's expression was subtle, but when he sensed it slightly, he could feel that Chen Xuan's faint aura was still flickering like a candle flame.

Although faint, it still burned persistently.

"Looks pretty good. Did they hide? Or were they captured alive?"

With that thought in mind, Feng Xue stopped worrying and continued forward with an air of indifference.

Then, his expression turned strange.

Where the Glory Arena once stood, now lay a haphazard mass of "corpses," and one could vaguely make out the shadows of a few of the smaller foes they had seen before.

However, these guys looked much more disheveled than before. Their armor was torn, their weapons were broken, and they lay sprawled on the ground in all sorts of bizarre positions. Although they no longer had the strength to groan, they were at least still breathing.

"That kid did it?" Feng Xue was somewhat surprised by the sight of the defeated soldiers. Although Chen Xuan's fighting ability was quite good under her tutelage, it was still a bit unexpected that he could defeat so many in a siege.

"Looks like this kid has good potential!" Feng Xue walked along the road made up of "corpses" in a cheerful mood. Since Chen Xuan didn't kill him, he was too lazy to finish him off.

However, as he progressed, his opinion of Chen Xuan grew increasingly higher. As they moved further away from the Radiant Arena, the number of "corpses" on the road decreased, but their injuries noticeably worsened.

This wasn't because Chen Xuan had started to learn to be ruthless, but because...

"By this point, this kid doesn't have much room to hold back anymore... However, the injuries on these people are more concentrated, which means that Chen Xuan has begun to find a way to fight. He can take down a person in just a few moves, instead of having to use a bunch of wild punches to shatter their armor and break their weapons before he can beat them down."

Impressed by Chen Xuan's rapid progress, Feng Xue walked a little further, but at this time, the number of "heroes" on the road increased again, and they were all unfamiliar faces.

Feng Xue's mental abilities are now vastly different from before. Even if someone is just a passerby, once they enter his field of vision, they cannot be forgotten. The presence of strangers here can only mean that they did not enter the previous arena.

"Reserve forces? Or, Troy?" Feng Xue looked at the city and had a general idea in his mind, but soon he stopped guessing because he saw a "mountain of corpses"!
The bodies of numerous heroes, half-dead, were scattered about. Perhaps because this was originally a small hill, the piles of fallen "corpses" vaguely resembled a small mountain.

Meanwhile, Chen Xuan, whom Feng Xue was looking for, was sitting atop the mountain of corpses, leaning on a spear he had somehow managed to snatch from some unlucky fellow, and supporting himself on the ground with the other, panting heavily.

Despite his somewhat disheveled appearance, the scenery combined with his rugged and imposing aura was palpable to anyone who saw him. And what truly set this breathtaking view apart was Chen Xuan's expression—

There was no relief at surviving a calamity, nor exhaustion from fighting a powerful enemy; instead, there was a strange expression... a mixture of many emotions, ultimately manifesting as an incomprehensible sense of bewilderment. To use the closest word Feng Xue could find to describe it, it could probably be explained as—

"That's it?"

"Clap clap clap!"

The crisp applause snapped Chen Xuan out of his daze after the intense exercise. When he saw Feng Xue appear unharmed in his sight, tears welled up in his eyes!
Good heavens, God knows how desperate he must have felt when he was surrounded by that group of heroes!
but……

"Brother! Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine even if something happens to you!" Feng Xue rolled her eyes, then glanced at the mess on the floor and said with a smile:
"You've improved a lot compared to me!"

Looking at Chen Xuan's destiny, which had completely transformed him from a hapless ghost into a "pilgrim," Feng Xue nodded in satisfaction. It was only because these miscellaneous heroes were of poor quality that Tang Sanzang would probably have succeeded by now!
Hmm, maybe it's because they didn't kill him? Doesn't fit the definition of "burial"?
But Tang Sanzang brought back quite a few relics when he returned from his journey to the West!
After all, in those days in India, the loser in a debate on Buddhist scriptures had to atone with death!

"Big brother, don't make fun of me. You must have left this newbie behind to hone my skills, right?" Chen Xuan was completely unaware of his current fighting strength. He stood up from the hillside. Although his muscles were still trembling slightly, Feng Xue thought it was probably about the same intensity as when he just came out of the gym.

Feng Xue didn't dare deny Chen Xuan's imagination, but she secretly gave the kid a thumbs up and decided to give him more benefits in the future.

But now...

"Let's go back to the city, take a shower, change our clothes, and rest. We'll cross the Tongtian River tomorrow!"

Feng Xue reached out and cast a spell on Chen Xuan to accelerate his recovery. It wasn't that it couldn't heal him directly, but it would be more effective for him to let the fatigue from the battle wear off on his own.

Upon hearing Feng Xue's words, Chen Xuan's face darkened, and he shook his head, saying:

"No, brother, we just defeated all the top fighters inside and outside the city. Is this appropriate?"

"What's inappropriate about it?" Feng Xue glanced at Chen Xuan speechlessly and sighed.
"Remember this: this small kingdom in the Western Regions fears power but doesn't appreciate virtue. We've already wiped out all the capable fighters in its city. If you want, this city is ours. Who dares to object?"

(End of this chapter)