People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Roy knew that was where the "guests" were seated.

"I was invited to come and see the show my friend prepared for me."

Sami said casually, a slight smile appearing on his face as he uttered the unfamiliar word "friend":

"Yes, an unexpected development, I'm very satisfied."

Roy nodded, seemingly understanding, assuming Sami was referring to the matches in the arena.

Jeston, who had made a stunning entrance, was now at a disadvantage. For some reason, [Time Sequence] suddenly withdrew its power and simply hid. Without the blessing of [Time Sequence], Jeston was once again caught in Chongyue's smooth combo.

Even if you have a thick shield, even if you have a frost buff, even if you are prepared to trade damage for damage, so what?

Chongyue's attacks gave no room to breathe, and Jeston, after forcibly using the power of [Time Sequence], was already feeling tired from the burden.

He was not recognized by the [Timeline], and his ability to use that power was a gift from Jeragand. No matter how strong Jeragand was, it couldn't directly possess him to fight. Its power wasn't exhausted, but Jesston was already starting to feel the strain.

This was indeed somewhat unexpected for the audience. Yan Kingdom martial arts had long been found in a limited number of Yan Kingdom martial arts novels, but in Kazimir, how many people were willing to read them?

At least until today, the Kasimir people's knowledge of that ancient country and their ancient "kung fu" was limited to a few movies filmed by Lungmen.

And after today, martial arts will probably become a trend in Kazimierz for some time to come, right?

Roy thought this through and made his own judgment:

"Jesston is going to lose."

"Do not."

Sami gently shook his head.

"He won't lose."

Roy turned his head and looked at Sammy's weathered old man profile, asking curiously:

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

Sami said softly:

"Because I haven't made a move yet."

Age, or rather, a portion of age.

Sami had long been filled with curiosity about that being who also stood at the pinnacle of behemoths. Unfortunately, in the ancient times, they did not belong to the same war zone in that ancient war. In the long period after the ancient war ended, Sami was licking his wounds, while Sui lingered in the east of the land. Until the rise of the Terra civilization, the two behemoths never had a direct encounter.

After that, Sami, wounded for a long time, shouldered the heavy responsibility of guarding the north and resisting evil spirits, and never left that icy plain again. Then, at the age of 11, He betrayed, drove out, and even killed His own kind, and was thus cursed. Finally, He was killed by the civilization He carried, and blasted into its present form.

The question of who is stronger and who is weaker has become an eternal mystery.

Now, the opportunity has arrived.

Standing on the field is a part of "Sui". Although its form seems somewhat special and it is not using the original body, its aura is undoubtedly that of "Sui".

Sami, too, came in an incarnation.

Sami wouldn't personally take to the field; after all, the "Year" on the other side was only fighting in a mortal body. But Sami wouldn't let this opportunity slip by—an opportunity created for Him by this good child of Jeragand, an opportunity that even He found exhilarating.

You use a human body, so I will also give you the power of a mortal with a human body. You are part of the top behemoth "Sui", and I am also an incarnation that carries part of the power of "Sami".

Fair, just, reasonable and just.

Jeragand, Ernst, this is a good job, I, Sami, will take it.

Come on then! Let me see the power of "age".

A cold glint flashed in Sami's silver-gray eyes. The next second, Roy, who was standing next to him, subconsciously shivered, covered his clothes, and exhaled a breath of cold air, his voice filled with confusion.

"What happened? Why did it suddenly get colder?"

I woke up this morning with a fever and vomiting. The hospital diagnosed me with a severe cold, but I've never had such a bad cold before...

I'm going to bed early tonight after taking my medicine. I need to take the day off, sorry.

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Chapter 409 In this battle, Jeston's might shook Terra!

Kazimir, Great Knight Commander Kavaleriagi, Pegasus Arena.

The winter of 1094 was exceptionally cold, a fact most acutely felt by the Kazimierz sitting in the arena.

Although they were already dressed in warm clothes, the sudden drop in temperature still caught the Kazimierz people off guard. Many of them started rubbing their hands together and breathing on them to warm them, the cold air condensing into white mist, which truly shocked many of the Kazimierz people.

Isn't this temperature drop a bit too sudden?

If the only anomaly the audience noticed was the sudden drop in temperature, then what Chongyue felt on the field was the sudden increase in the pressure emanating from Jeston.

Something was wrong. Even though Chongyue was slow to react, he noticed the abnormality in Jeston.

He looked at Jeston with surprise. Jeston, who was already nearly exhausted, was now surrounded by a power that made countless people feel cold, made Chongyue feel wary, and even made him shudder. This power made the Liberi warrior, who was panting just now, straighten his back once again.

"This power..."

Both Jeston and Chongyue simultaneously uttered sounds of surprise and uncertainty.

Jeston was surprised because he didn't know where this power came from. The divine power that had given him the ability to manipulate time had abruptly dissipated; the immense cost and brief effect left Jeston with only a less-than-ideal first impression: "Limited uses and significant side effects." While the power bestowed by the great god Yeragand was equally formidable, however…

Jeston certainly didn't mean to disparage the great god Yeragand, but to be honest, Yeragand's power was much milder compared to what it is now.

It's not just about the strength of the power, but also about the properties of that power.

If Jeragund is a gentle, warm breeze caressing your cheek, then this unknown force is a raging storm that sweeps everything away.

Although both possess obvious frost attributes, Jeragand's ice merely coated Jeston's ironclad armor with a layer of ice armor, adding a Frostheart attack speed reduction effect to this layer of armor. But this unknown power, in Jeston's words, is:

Powerful! Vigorous! Mighty and strong!

It makes you want to exclaim, "Holy crap, it's ice cold!"

Jeston couldn't figure out the source of this power for a moment, but since the other party had helped him, they shouldn't have any ill intentions towards him.

Could it be that he is also a friend of the great god Jeragund?

This was completely unexpected for Jeston. Indeed, worthy of being the god worshipped by Lord Ernst, even in the area of ​​"connections," he was on par with Lord Ernst!

The great God manages His circle of friends; the great God's representatives on earth manage the order of this land!

How magnificent, how beautiful, how awe-inspiring! Just the thought that this scene, surpassing even legends, was happening right beside him, and that he was fortunate enough to be a part of it, made Jeston's body tremble involuntarily!

Praise be to Jeragand, praise be to Lord Ernst! If it weren't for Lord Ernst's patronage, how could Jesston have had the opportunity to enter such a sacred place and become an insignificant pawn in Lord Ernst's grand scheme of ruling the land?

I was full of praise and completely convinced!

Jeston turned around and gave Ernst in the audience a perfect, impeccable bow.

Unfortunately, Ernst did not notice Jeston's little trick.

He was trying to persuade Hinterlea to lend her his coat if she felt cold.

Unfortunately, Hinterlea was very modest and said she would just use her tail.

Ernst was very touched by this humility, but the problem is you're using my tail!

I'm panicking! I haven't even wrapped myself up yet!

This little incident certainly didn't affect Jeston's mood.

Lord Ernst has already secured the power of his connections; what more could he ask for?

We are determined to bring this victory back for the adults!

Jeston turned around, his fighting spirit fixed on Chongyue once more!

Three times, three times!

Chongyue never imagined that he would one day face a situation where he was physically exhausted!

It's not entirely his fault. When he relinquished the power of [Shuo] and created this human body for himself, he did have a little scheme in mind, using a cheat code to boost his basic stats like stamina, endurance, lifespan, and resistance to 999. But thankfully, he only used it once. All the martial arts he learned later, his combat experience, his honors, and his status were all earned through sweat and hard work!

Moreover, although the value of 999 is high, it is relative, and there is always an upper limit; it will be consumed.

For example, now, after two rounds of high-intensity combat, both against Jeston's turtle shell, constantly attacking, constantly concentrating, and constantly making some near-limit reactions and operations, his physical strength has really reached a critical point.

And what about Jeston?

He turned it on and off repeatedly, but Jesston, he turned it on and off repeatedly, and forgot to turn it off. What's wrong with turning it on for a little while because his older brother was tired of playing?

Every time he seemed about to be driven into a corner, the next second, with a "ding," his health would be full again.

What, you think this is a video game? You think you can just switch phases and your health is fully restored?

So far, Chongyue has fought against Jeston in three phases.

In the first stage, the ordinary Jeston is covered in iron and has sharp attacks, but he is still not strong enough and lacks moves, so he can easily see through his moves and is not much of a threat to him.

In the second phase, the intensity increased dramatically. Frostblade Jeston's shell and attacks all had a frost effect, posing a risk of freezing and frostbite if one wasn't careful. His stamina, speed, and strength also increased significantly. Although his technique was still terrible, brute force could overcome any skill, and with the increased stats, he was finding it quite difficult to fight. If it weren't for a couple of targeted moves that allowed him to deflect attacks with minimal effort, this phase would have been a long and arduous one for him.

In the third stage, Jeston began to manipulate "time". His "insight" was almost useless at this stage, and he could only rely on the most basic intuition and reaction to fight. If Jeston hadn't seemed to be greatly exhausted at this stage and couldn't maintain it for long, Chongyue would have suspected that he was about to be defeated.

Even though Jeston had finally managed to reach the third stage and was exhausted again, he didn't grieve for a moment about losing his power to manipulate time. Instead, he rushed to the battlefield in the fourth stage!

Okay, okay, this is how you play, right?

Wait here, I'm going back to Yumen to get some things!

At that moment, Chongyue almost had the urge to "get serious".

Unfortunately, Yumen is too far away, while Jeston is too close. Even if Chongyue really wanted to do that, by the time he made that trip back and forth again, it would be too late.

Not to mention, this was just a joke. He couldn't possibly take the sword sealing [Shuo] out of the Jade Gate, and even if he could, he couldn't take it out of the Great Yan. That would be like playing a zither with the Great Yan's fragile nerves.

With a slight sigh, Chongyue looked at the battle-ready Jeston, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke:

"Brother Jeston, could you tell me just how much of this power you're still hiding?"

Upon hearing this, Jeston hesitated for a moment before slowly replying, "Um...actually, I don't know either."

"This is the foundation of our Shelag."

"Sherragh's heritage...no wonder."

Chongyue sighed and suddenly understood why the Grand Tutor had mentioned Shelag repeatedly in his letter and paid attention to her.

Chongyue dared to say that with such a foundation, if he did not use the power of [Shuo], he would surely lose this battle.

Even if he did use the power of [Shuo], facing Jeston in his current state, facing that icy chill that seemed to freeze every cell in his body, he dared not say that he would be 100% certain of victory.

Chongyue has only changed his body, but his knowledge remains. The power in Jeston's body clearly comes from a giant beast that is no less powerful than [Year].

In other words, he was fighting against himself as an agent.

This explains why Jeston suddenly became stronger twice before. Besides the current behemoth, two other behemoths had given Jeston their blessings. However, compared to the last behemoth, which was no less powerful than [age] and was so undisguised and openly looking for a fight, the first two behemoths were more restrained.

Did they see through his identity? Did they want to challenge [Sui] by challenging him? Were they some enemy [Sui] had offended in the past? Or were they simply protecting Jeston? Or did they hope that Sherag would win? None of that matters anymore.

Importantly, these three behemoths, each with varying strengths, were clearly on Sherag's side.

It's no wonder that the Grand Tutor would attach such importance to a small country that possesses the protection of three giant beasts, and even use this to his advantage to secure a plan for himself and his brothers and sisters to leave the land of Yan.

If the destination is Shelag, then Da Yan need not worry about its brothers and sisters causing trouble again.

Let alone the fact that most of them are easygoing, even the most troublesome second brother, what kind of trouble could he possibly cause under the discipline of these three giant beasts who can be called the "Three Friends of Winter"?

Since that's the case, Chongyue simply waved to Jeston.

Come on, one last move. Let me see just how strong this third giant beast of Sherag really is. It will make my journey worthwhile!

Jeston raised his hand, and a cold wind howled between his hands. With every move he made, it seemed as if he could stir up an extreme cold storm!

He couldn't fully control this power; it was far too strong, far beyond what an ordinary Liberi could wield with ease. Jeston could guess that the friend of the great god Yeragand who granted him this power, like the previous one, had probably only promised him one move.

One move decides the outcome!

Jeston took a deep breath. Since things had come to this, this move would be very cool!

Several meters away, Jeston unleashed a punch he had been holding back for a long time.

With the force of that punch, a giant ice-iron bird spread its wings and charged toward Chongyue in front of him.

Chongyue also adopted the most classic horse stance, with his hands clasped in a circle, his breath sinking to his dantian, drawing the Tai Chi symbol.

With insufficient strength, the only option now is to borrow strength and use softness to overcome hardness.