Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 928 Direct War (3K votes needed for monthly tickets~)

Matthew almost suffocated as soon as he finished speaking.

He stared in horror at House and the other mercenary leaders, who were unleashing their auras with abandon.

This level of stench of blood is probably only something that has crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood could possess.

Matthew had no idea that these legendary figures, chatting and laughing with him, were veterans of countless bloody battles.

Compared to other legends, House and his companions, who returned from the bloody battle, are best at fighting and surviving.

"Although our strength is somewhat inferior to that of Deputy Regiment Commander Gao, Deputy Regiment Commander Gao's affairs are our affairs."

The fiery red greatsword emitted a crisp "clang," and a sharp sword light burst forth from its tip. After House finished speaking, the others nodded in unison.

The scholar You Yan glanced at the floating city, his eyes revealing no emotion, before turning his gaze away and continuing his announcement:

"Internal meetings are related to the number of places available for the Supreme Meeting, so all forces that aspire to participate in the Supreme Meeting need to make every effort."

Therefore, this meeting will continue with the previous rules, namely, one-on-one battles between the two forces until one side has no one left to fight or concedes defeat.

As You Yan finished speaking, the various forces within the Starry Sky Library nodded in agreement, clearly indicating their approval of the rule.

"So, which faction wants to be the first to initiate the challenge?"

You Yan's gaze swept across the entire area before settling on the direction of the Immortal Wasteland.

At this internal meeting, apart from Shanin and the Great Trade Federation which was crippled by Gao Yang, all the other forces in the top ten seats have reached a consensus: they must strangle the Immortal Wasteland, this unruly emerging force.

Only in this way can their authority be demonstrated, and only then can these beings standing atop the continent of Kovale display their majesty.

Anjie Bailey walked to Gao Yang's side and asked, "Commander Gao Yang, what is the objective of the Immortal Wasteland?"

“Naturally, we want to get a spot in the conference, and the more spots the better,” Gao Yang said bluntly.

"Does Commander Gao Yang mind if we stretch our muscles a bit? This break has made us a little stiff," Angie Bailey said with a smile.

Gao Yang understood what they meant; they simply wanted to help him but were worried about offending him.

However, it is clear that Ange Bailey's worries were unnecessary.

Gao Yang smiled and looked at Anjie Bailey, saying, "Commander Bailey, given our friendship, there's no need to be so subtle. With your help, it will naturally save me a lot of trouble."

If Ange Bailey and the others hadn't come, Gao Yang's original plan was to fight one faction at a time, and then fight one faction after another.

With his abilities, he is fully capable of doing this.

However, since Anja Bailey had already brought it up, and Gao Yang wasn't some pedantic person, he naturally wouldn't think of torturing himself if he could relax a bit.

Gao Yang looked up and met You Yan's gaze. After sensing the suppressed dissatisfaction in the other's eyes, he suddenly smiled.

The next instant, the floating city trembled slightly, and a surge of azure, violent magical energy rose into the sky, attracting the attention of everyone present.

Amidst the shocked gazes of many, a cold and resolute voice rang out from the floating city: "Since you are all so modest, let the Immortal Wasteland go first."

You Yan nodded slightly. The legendary Feather King was indeed such a brilliant and ambitious genius. He wondered if his personality could withstand the pressure.

With thoughts churning in his mind, You Yan said, "King Yu, the Immortal Wasteland is an emerging force and does not have the qualifications to directly challenge the previous seat."

If you wish to challenge for a seat, you can only start from the last of the five available seats. Would you like to challenge 'Crimson Fire Land,' the fifth available seat?

Upon seeing this, Gao Yang nodded slightly and said in a calm yet undeniable voice, "Challenge."

You Yan turned his head to look in another direction, which was the location of the Crimson Fire Land.

"Lord of Crimson Fire, do you accept the challenge from the Immortal Wasteland? If you refuse, you will be automatically deemed to have lost, and the Immortal Wasteland will win."

The Lord of Crimson Fire was a tall, middle-aged human with long, fiery red hair. His dark red eyes blazed with a burning light upon hearing You Yan's question.

Without hesitation, he stood up, looked at the floating city where the Immortal Wasteland was located, a greedy glint in his eyes, and shouted: "The Crimson Fire Land accepts the challenge from the Immortal Wasteland."

"Listen, Feather King of the Immortal Wasteland! This battle is a fight to the death. The Crimson Fire Land will show no mercy. If you're worried about dying here, you'd better get back now, hahaha!"

As soon as the Lord of Crimson Fire finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted behind him.

The forces on the continent of Kovale have naturally heard of the Immortal Wasteland, which has risen in recent decades. This emerging force has only produced two legends in recent years: the Feather King and the Temple Bishop.

However, the Temple Bishop has never made a move, and he follows the path of a divine professional, so his combat power is basically negligible.

In terms of combat power, only the Feather King in the entire Immortal Wasteland possesses legendary-level combat strength. Although the Feather King is very strong, and is even the founder of the first Extraordinary Deathmatch Tournament in Eberron and the ultimate winner of two Deathmatch Tournaments, in the eyes of the Crimson Flame Lord, even if the opponent is strong, there are still limits.

There are seven legendary powerhouses in the Crimson Fire Land, all of whom have been famous for a long time. In a battle of attrition, even if the first few are defeated, the Feather King, who has no chance to catch his breath, will definitely reach his limit before them.

When that time comes, defeating a nearly exhausted Feather King will be a piece of cake.

Once the Feather King dies, that floating city will be his!

As the Lord of Crimson Fire thought this, a legendary figure walked past him and rushed into the Starry Sky Dao Discussion Arena.

In an instant, the figure of this legendary powerhouse from the land of crimson fire was projected onto the surface of the sphere that is the Starry Sky Dojo.

In the scene, the man has his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his lips, and looks towards the Immortal Wasteland, saying, "Feather King of the Immortal Wasteland, come and fight me."

On the floating city, everyone laughed at the man's confident expression.

House slung his greatsword over his shoulder, stepped forward, and said, "This guy doesn't look that strong at all, so how can he be so confident?"

"Fine, whatever the situation, I'm going in."

Gao Yang and Angie Bailey did not stop him, but let House rush out of the floating city.

With a flash of fire, House had already entered the Starry Sky Arena, standing opposite the legendary powerhouse of the Crimson Fire Land.

"You are the Feather King of the Immortal Wasteland. Remember my name, Molten Fist - Bakuk, the beginning of your nightmare."

As Bakuk spoke, he clenched his fists, and a violent, blazing aura of fire surged from them, making him appear like a god of fire, a truly awe-inspiring sight.

House laughed loudly, and the fiery red greatsword behind him was drawn with a clang, the sound like thunder piercing into Bakuk's ears: "You don't even know what the Feather King of the Immortal Wasteland looks like, yet you dare to spout nonsense here, it's hilarious."

Bakuk glared at House, his voice low but filled with anger: "Male, swordsman, and physically imposing—is Your Majesty the Feather King perhaps afraid of defeat, and therefore deliberately denying your identity?"

"My name is House. As for you, you are not qualified to see the Feather King!"

House casually swung his greatsword, and the fierce sword pressure created a gust of wind that made Bakuk's clothes flutter loudly.

Bakuk was taken aback upon hearing this, his first thought being, "When did another legend appear in the Immortal Wasteland?"

But upon feeling the pressure of the sword coming at him, his mind was instantly cleared, and he looked at House opposite him with a solemn expression.

He felt immense pressure emanating from the other man's imposing physique.

The violent sword pressure materialized into a tangible force, weighing heavily on Bakuk's heart and causing the flames on his body to rage even more fiercely. He roared and charged towards House: "Enough talk, let's fight!"

Upon hearing this, House fell silent, and his blood-red battle aura erupted from his body.

Under the watchful eyes of many spectators, House and Buck collided with the center of the battlefield in a flash.

Boom~~
The crimson sword struck the metal gauntlets, and a surge of violent power erupted from Hauer's body without reservation, making his strike even more terrifying.

The moment Bakuk made contact, his expression turned extremely ugly.

Feeling the destructive power surging through the sword, his heart sank rapidly.

The person in front of him was definitely stronger than him, but that wasn't the point. The point was the bloody aura emanating from the other person's body. It was so strong that even just being close to him gave him a bad feeling.

House looked down at Bakuk through his sword, his arm muscles bulging, and pressed the sword down again.

As Bakuk's body continued to descend, he suddenly roared, and flames erupted from his fists.

The crimson sword was slightly raised, and just when Bakuk thought he had gained a brief respite, the sword slashed down at him with even greater ferocity.

Bakuk reacted extremely quickly, but at such close range, he only had time to cross his arms in front of him to block the flames, which clung to his arms in an attempt to enhance his defense.

Keng!
After a metallic crack, Bakuk's arms fell limply to his sides, white bone fragments protruding from his elbows, and terror streamed from his eyes.

House seemed oblivious, and simply swung his sword down again.

"Wait, I admit it."

Sensing the approach of death, Bakuk let out a terrified scream.

But the only response he received was the crimson sword that slashed down.

snort~
The sword slashed down smoothly from head to toe, and House pouted in dissatisfaction; he hadn't even warmed up yet.

(End of this chapter)