Chapter 29: This is a True Expert

The white-haired strongman Pierce pushed through the crowd, strode over, glared at Oleg, and shouted angrily, “You gutless coward, spouting nonsense to shake people’s morale… I think you’re clearly afraid of death… Yes, Prison Warden, you yourself won’t be enslaved, but what about the other commoners? Who doesn’t know the miserable fate of slaves? It would be better to die fighting than that…”

At this point, Pierce turned his head to look at Sun Fei, his eyes burning with passion: “Your Majesty, please give the order. My brothers and I would rather die fighting on the walls of Shampoo City than let our parents, wives, and children become slaves to be trampled and bullied!”

Pierce spoke with great fervor. At this moment, the honest man Brook also stepped forward, knelt on one knee with a clatter, and said seriously, “Your Majesty Alexander, Godde Brook, like Pierce, is willing to die fighting for you, and will never be a slave!”

Clatter! Clatter!

Before Brook finished speaking, the surrounding soldiers and some commoners all knelt on the ground.

On the Azeroth Continent, the fate of slaves was worse than death—not only could they be killed and traded at their master’s whim, but they would also be conscripted into the army as cannon fodder or laborers, living a hopeless life in darkness until they died of illness or exhaustion. Even their descendants would be considered slaves, with almost no chance of ever escaping.

“Your Majesty, respected King, we would rather die fighting!”

The soldiers looked at the young king of Shampoo City, their blood boiling with passion.

Sun Fei was also moved by the scene before him. The worries in his heart vanished instantly, replaced by a surge of heroism. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly had an idea and turned to look at the silent herald Bazel, asking, “Bazel, you tell me, what should I choose?”

“Defend the stronghold and fight. We are not without a chance. I believe Your Majesty should rise and fight, and absolutely must not surrender!” Bazel said calmly.

This answer surprised Sun Fei greatly.

He had thought this gloomy-looking old man in red robes would also be a coward, inclined to surrender—weren’t all the power-hungry sycophants in history like that? Who would have thought Bazel would unexpectedly stand with the war faction, and with such firm conviction.

But Sun Fei had no time to dwell on it now.

He knew it was time for him to make the final decision and declare his choice; he could not let these loyal soldiers following him feel disheartened.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Sun Fei walked to the edge of the bridge, laughed loudly, and shouted down, “Did you hear my soldiers’ answer? Go back and tell your hiding, worthless master that if he wants my Shampoo City, he should come and take it like a true warrior, with swords and spears! Don’t play these despicable schemes to divide our people. In Shampoo City, we only have warriors who bleed and die in battle, not cowards who kneel and surrender!”

Only warriors who bleed and die in battle, not cowards who kneel and surrender!

These words made the atmosphere on the city walls burn like fire.

That final line, “Shampoo City only has warriors who bleed and die in battle, not cowards who kneel and surrender,” made the kneeling soldiers tremble with excitement. They felt an unprecedented emotion surging in their chests, an urge to roar at the sky.

Below the city walls.

The faces of the four Black Knights changed.

The Silver Masked Man’s unnecessary attempt at persuasion was actually meant to sow discord in Shampoo City’s morale and unity, to prevent the royal family, soldiers, and commoners from staying united as before. This way, the army could capture Shampoo City more quickly. After all, they were deep in the Zenit Empire’s territory for plunder; if they delayed too long and were discovered by the empire, all their efforts would be wasted.

But who would have thought that the legendary idiot king of Shampoo City would turn the tables, using the persuasion to boost his own morale… The Silver Masked Man’s plan had now completely failed.

Black Knight Number One laughed in extreme anger.

He shook the knight’s lance in his hand violently, and the helmet hanging on the tip flew off, crashing against the city wall with a loud clatter, shattering into pieces.

Pointing his lance tip at Sun Fei on the city wall, Black Knight Number One arrogantly shouted, “You ungrateful country bumpkin! My master pitied you and gave you a chance to live, but you refused it, choosing death like pigs to prove your pathetic courage… You pitiful fools, tremble! You will pay for the choice you made today. When the city falls, all the women will be torn apart before your eyes, the heads of the old and children will be piled into mountains, and you…” He pointed his lance at Sun Fei and sneered, “Idiot king, you will be chopped into mincemeat, boiled into soup, and fed to our warhorses. I swear it!”

After saying this, the Black Knight turned his horse around, preparing to leave.

But on the city wall, the fiery-tempered white-haired Pierce was enraged by the speech. The white-haired strongman stood up, snatched a bow and arrow from a soldier nearby, and shouted loudly, “You bastard! Insult our king and think you can leave? Take this arrow!”

Whoosh—!

The arrow flew like a shooting star, whistling toward the Black Knight’s back.

Clang—!

Number One shook his knight’s lance and easily deflected the arrow.

He looked back at Pierce and sneered, “White-haired boy, you’re still far too weak… I’ll remember you. Wait until the city falls—I will personally cut off your head and hang it on this lance!”

Pierce only had innate Divine Power and had not mastered Battle Qi; he was not a Star-Rank Warrior. Number One had long been a One-Star Warrior, and the gap in strength between them was obvious. Pierce couldn’t harm the latter at all, so Number One paid no attention to such an attack.

Number One held his head high, swept his sharp gaze across the city wall, and laughed as he turned to leave.

But at that moment, a sudden change occurred—

“Leave your head here instead!”

A furious roar came from the city wall. A flash of sky-blue light appeared, and a figure leaped down from the high wall, arriving in an instant. While still in the air, the sword in his hand burst forth with scattered starlike gleams, a cold light descending upon Number One’s head with unstoppable force.

“This is…”

In that instant, the shadow of death approached. Number One’s pupils contracted sharply. He hurriedly raised his knight’s lance to block the sword gleams, trying to escape…

But—

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A series of crisp, light sounds followed, and the sturdy knight’s lance instantly broke into several pieces. Blue Combat Energy Flames blazed brightly. The figure flashed several times, and the fight was over.

Then, the figure leaped up again, reached out to grab the stone wall mid-air, used the momentum to pull himself up, and leaped back onto the city wall as swiftly as a falcon.

The entire process was clean and efficient, without any delay.

Everyone was stunned by this series of lightning-fast exchanges.

When they regained their senses, they saw the figure standing on the city wall like a god, holding a wide-eyed head in his hand.

It was the head of Number One.

The one holding the head was Shampoo City’s top expert, the Three-Star Warrior Frank Lampard.

His formidable strength shocked the entire battlefield.

The battlefield fell into complete silence.

Suddenly—

Thud!

Below the city wall, Number One’s headless body, still on horseback, fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

Then, blood gushed like a fountain from the neck, quickly dyeing the soil red… This arrogant Black Knight, who had been boastfully shouting just a second ago, couldn’t even last one round against the Three-Star Warrior Lampard and was beheaded.

No one had expected the ever-silent Frank Lampard to suddenly strike.

The overwhelming power of a Three-Star Warrior was displayed to its fullest at this moment.

Drip! Drip!

On the city wall, Lampard stood like a Demon God, the head in his hand dripping blood, the eyes wide with terror—dead but unclosed.

“Insult my king, shatter the negotiation helmet… Kill!”

Lampard channeled his Battle Qi, projecting his voice far and wide so that everyone on the battlefield could hear him clearly. Especially the last word, “Kill!” It roared across the sky like a thunderbolt on a hot day, shaking the opposing formation of Black-Armored Soldiers into disarray.

According to the battlefield traditions of the Azeroth Continent, even if negotiations break down during battle, one must not throw away the helmet on the lance tip. Otherwise, it would be a grave disrespect, a defilement of the Lord God of War’s honor. Number One had not only thrown the helmet but also insulted the enemy king. Such behavior meant that even if Lampard killed him, it was only what he deserved.

Sun Fei looked at Lampard, his heart filled with awe.

This is a true expert!

In yesterday’s battle, Frank Lampard had been tied up by the enemy Three-Star Swordsman Lund and hadn’t played a significant role. But just now, in that swift moment, he beheaded a One-Star Warrior, much like the legendary red-faced Lord Guan capturing an enemy general’s head from among ten thousand troops—as easy as taking something from a bag. His imposing aura was unparalleled, like a thunderous roar scattering the enemy… Such presence is that of a true master.

Sun Fei reflected that with his current strength, he couldn’t achieve any of this.

However, as a habitual show-off, Sun Fei certainly wouldn’t let such a golden opportunity slip. Seeing the chance was rare, he had an idea, jumped onto the city wall, raised his Two-Handed Greataxe, and roared at the three other Black Knights below, who were still stunned—

“Get out—!!”

Sun Fei used the Barbarian shout skill Howl in that angry roar.

The distance was a bit far, beyond the skill range of Howl, so the Black Knights below were only startled and didn’t experience the instant fear. But Sun Fei’s target wasn’t these three One-Star Warrior Black Knights, but…

The horses they rode.

Those horses certainly didn’t have the strength of a One-Star Warrior.