Are you laughing at me for not having a mecha? But I am the king of mechas!

Chapter 121 Miss Linglong'er, do you want our two races to fight to the death?
The campsite in the Urs Mountains, within the Zhang family's camp in Shanghai.

"More than two months have passed, but the young master has still not succeeded. Now Zhou Luo has led his men into the Fourth Hell Road, which is connected to the Third Hell Road. Things may change!"

A mysterious eighth-tier expert looked up and stared at the entrance to Hell Road, speaking with a somewhat composed expression.

"Don't worry, sir. Our people are inside too. Zhou Luo's attention is all on Yue Lingling. He can't take care of Liu Qingxue alone."

"By the time he reaches the Third Hell Road, I estimate that the young master will have already succeeded."

"No! I'm still worried. Send all the remaining sixth-tier experts into Hell Road No. 4 to reach the end of the checkpoint ahead of time and guard it. Under no circumstances should Zhou Luo be allowed to enter Hell Road No. 3."

The eighth-tier expert gave the order in a low voice.

"Yes!"

With the order given, the remaining Tier 6 mech pilots all flew towards the entrance to Hell Road, and the dozen or so Tier 6 mechs attracted everyone's attention.

However, the people from other factions only glanced at it before looking away.

They couldn't care what the other forces were up to, as long as they didn't interfere with them.

Inside the War God Academy camp.

The arrival of the three directors and several teachers put everyone at ease, and the atmosphere was no longer as cold as before.

"Teacher, are the junior students okay going in?" Mu Wanyun walked slowly to Meng Li's side, her long legs carrying a hint of worry in her heart.

Before Zhou Luo and his group entered the Hell Road, the other major forces had already dispatched all their sixth-tier experts inside.

These people are all at the peak of the sixth rank, and some forces have even specially invited some special external aids.

These foreign aids are all outstanding individuals at the peak of the sixth rank, and are almost unmatched among their peers.

No matter how extraordinary Zhou Luo is, he could not possibly be a match for these veteran powerhouses. Moreover, there were only about twenty of them who went in, which seemed to be at a disadvantage compared to other forces that often had hundreds of people.

This is Mu Wanyun's perception of Zhou Luo.

"Your understanding of your junior seems to be stuck a few months ago. As long as a seventh-level expert doesn't make a move, Zhou Luo is invincible."

"This is the source of our War God Academy's confidence!"

Upon hearing Meng Li's words, Mu Wanyun turned her head slightly to look at the three calm directors. She did not see a trace of anxiety on their faces; instead, they appeared completely unperturbed.

"Your junior brother's current strength is such that even the second-level teachers in the academy are no match for him, and even the third-level teachers at the early stage of the seventh rank cannot do anything to him in a short period of time."

Mu Wanyun's beautiful eyes widened, revealing a deep shock.

How long has it been? Zhou Luo has already left her far behind.

Inside the Fourth Hell Road.

The ninety-ninth level is the Lost City. The people who control this city are the Spirit Race, and the city lord is a mid-stage eighth-tier powerhouse.

Meanwhile, a group of people had gathered in the main hall of the city lord's mansion.

The hall was very spacious, but there were also quite a few people inside. The person sitting in the main seat was naturally the City Lord of Lingxiu, a genuine eighth-level expert.

On the left were the elders of the Spirit Race, whose strength ranged from the sixth to the seventh rank. Their faces were filled with anger, dissatisfaction, and complex emotions.

In the corner sat two stunningly beautiful women, one of whom was Yue Lingling.

To the right were two peak seventh-tier experts from the Asura clan, and eight sixth-tier experts; these were the "distinguished guests" of the Spirit Human clan. They were all dressed in armor of different colors, and the atmosphere in the hall was solemn.

Yue Lingling glared angrily at the Asura clan members, her fists clenched tightly as she suppressed her rage.

"Clan Chief Lingxiu, half a month has passed, haven't you made up your mind yet? Do you know that our city lord's patience is limited?"

The seventh-tier powerhouse of the Asura clan stared intently at the Lord of Lingxiu City, his eyes showing not a trace of fear.

There are almost no instances in the world where a seventh-tier armor master dares to confront an eighth-tier armor master head-on!
Ling Xiu was also suppressing his anger, his furious eyes fixed on the Asura clansman, wishing he could strangle him to death!
A mere seventh-order ant dares to be so arrogant; they're treating him like a pushover.

"Dad, we absolutely cannot hand over Lingling! If Lingling falls into their hands, she'll have no chance of survival!" Linglong'er hurriedly stood up, her fair face showing anxiety.

She was afraid that her father wouldn't understand why he would hand Yue Lingling over.

Linglong'er didn't want to lose her new friend, and she had promised Yue Lingling that she would protect her.

Ling Xiu didn't speak, but the Asura clan members who heard this jumped out.

"Miss Linglong'er, do you intend to provoke a life-or-death war between the Spirit Race and the Asura Race? Can you afford the consequences?!"

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Faced with the pressure from a seventh-tier expert, Ling Long'er's face turned pale and powerless in an instant.

"Outrageous!!" The seventh-tier peak Elder of the Spirit Race slammed his hand on his chair and stood up abruptly: "The Asura Clan actually wants to wage a life-or-death war against our Spirit Race for a woman from the outside world? What kind of person are you to dare to speak up for the Asura Clan?"

Elder Ling Hong's outburst startled the members of the Asura clan.

This is the territory of the Elven race. If the Elven race attacks them, they won't be able to escape.

As a result, their attitude softened considerably.

"This woman is very important to us. We must get her no matter what, or you can expect the arrival of a powerful member of our Asura clan."

In fact, the overall strength of the Asura Clan and the Spirit Clan is about the same, but the problem is that the Asura Clan has a deputy city lord, who is also an eighth-level expert.

The Asura Clan has two eighth-tier experts, while the Spirit Human Clan only has one eighth-tier expert, the city lord.

Faced with two eighth-tier powerhouses, the Spirit Clan could only swallow their anger; otherwise, the Spirit Cultivator wouldn't have been so emboldened by a seventh-tier peak Asura.

"Sigh," Ling Xiu sighed heavily, as if he had already made up his mind.

Even though this outsider girl is his daughter's best friend and has exceptional talent, he cannot bring himself to wage a life-or-death battle against the Asura clan for the sake of an outsider girl.

As the lord of a city, he could not afford to pay this price; he had to consider the well-being of his people.

He had already done more than enough by sheltering Yue Lingling for half a month. He held off the Asura clan for half a month until the Hell Road passage opened, but the Asura clan actually stayed outside the city.

If he dares to let Yue Lingling go, the Asura Clan will definitely launch a life-or-death battle.

"Father!" Linglong'er's voice trembled. Suddenly, she drew her black sword and pressed it against her snow-white neck, leaving a thin line of blood. "If you insist on handing Lingling over to them..."

"That daughter will die before your eyes today."

Tears dripped onto the black iron sword, hissing and burning. She looked up at her father, her eyes burning with a resolute determination: "For the past eighteen years, I have never asked you for anything. Now that I've finally found someone who understands me, are you going to crush even this small wish of yours?"

(End of this chapter)