Chapter 115: Hopeless Situation

The middle-aged guard officer’s finger twitched slightly. Rapid, obscure incantations burst from his mouth as dazzling red light erupted from his body. The entire Royal Altar suddenly became unbearably hot and blinding to the eyes. Then, a fiercely burning hot flame sword suddenly appeared in the hands of this middle-aged attendant, thrusting towards Sun Fei with lightning speed…

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

The crowd below the stands hadn’t even registered what was happening, not even having time to scream.

This middle-aged attendant stood behind Sun Fei. The sneak attack with the sword was so sudden that Sun Fei couldn’t possibly notice it in time. The flame sword, carrying a scorching heat, traced a strange arc through the air. Its tip was like a kiss of death, seemingly about to pierce Sun Fei’s back and run through his heart…

But—

Just then, a sudden anomaly occurred.

Sun Fei’s body made an incredible, almost unconscious, sudden shift to the right, narrowly evading the fatal strike from the middle-aged attendant. The flame sword stabbed into empty air.

It was only at this moment that the envoys from various countries below the Royal Altar realized what had transpired. Astonishment appeared on their faces, and uncontrollable gasps of shock finally erupted from their mouths.

The guards standing around the Royal Altar, like Drogba, reacted a bit faster. They had already drawn their swords, shouting ‘Protect the King,’ and were about to charge forward… But after taking five or six steps, the guards stopped in slight confusion because they saw their King wave his hand, signaling them not to approach.

Sun Fei’s right hand had already lightly grasped the flame sword.

“A Four-Star Fire Mage? Who are you? Why are you trying to kill me?”

Sun Fei had summoned the gloves from his Barbarian Character. These were a pair of bright silver magical gloves with a defense of 21, offering 25% immunity to both fire and lightning magic. Thus, they barely managed to block the flame sword, which was purely composed of fire elements. Feeling the intense heat waves emanating from the flame sword, Sun Fei could confirm that this man possessed the power level of a Four-Star Low-Tier Mage… However, the problem was that he didn’t seem to recognize this guy. Why was he trying to assassinate him? Was it… under someone’s orders?

Failing in his first strike, the middle-aged attendant abandoned the flame sword and explosively retreated backward.

“How did you discover it?” After reaching a relatively safe distance for a mage, the middle-aged attendant asked with a shocked expression on his face.

He truly couldn’t understand how Sun Fei had detected and evaded his god-forsaken ambush. In order to prepare for this attack, he had not only practiced it countless times beforehand and meditated for ten days and nights to accumulate mana, but he had also spared no expense in consuming precious Magical Artifacts to shorten the chanting time and increase the suddenness of the assault… Yet, despite all his meticulous planning, he had failed. There was only one possible explanation – Sun Fei must have known he was going to strike beforehand.

A trace of disbelief lingered on the middle-aged attendant’s face, but he wasn’t in a hurry to flee.

He didn’t seem to mind being surrounded by so many people. It appeared he had prepared a backup plan and was still calculating in his mind whether there was a possibility to strike again.

Of course, he was also waiting for Sun Fei’s answer.

However, just at that moment, an unexpected change occurred once again, one that no one had anticipated.

Suddenly, the bloodied tip of a sword emerged from the middle-aged attendant’s left shoulder.

Drip, drip, drops of blood fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man looked down in disbelief, then seemed to understand something. A low, hoarse roar of anger escaped his throat. With a backhanded wave, several fiery whips materialized out of thin air. Carrying scorching heat, they lashed out abruptly toward his rear, striking the person who was tightly gripping the sword hilt behind him. A dull grunt sounded, blood splattered, and Prison Warden Oleg, vomiting blood profusely, was flung backward.

The one who had just launched the sneak attack against the middle-aged man was none other than this seemingly terrified fat man.

“You?”

The middle-aged man questioned in disbelief. This time, he didn’t need Sun Fei to answer; he finally understood in an instant why Sun Fei had managed to evade his silent, sudden flame sword ambush earlier. Clearly, it was this fat man, who appeared cowardly and fearful of death, who had deceived him. Somehow, he had secretly warned Sun Fei in advance.

“Of course it’s me! Who do you think you are, making me work for you!”

Oleg lay on his back on the altar, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood, yet his face was filled with a triumphant expression. He laughed heartily as he looked at the middle-aged man, not concealing his mockery in the slightest: “Heh heh… Didn’t expect that, did you? I… cough… I haven’t been the cowardly, death-fearing Oleg for a long time… cough… Lord Bazel… cough… You used the old methods on me, you were wrong from the very start… cough cough… For His Majesty Alexander, I would rather die myself. How could I ever betray him!”

Oleg was already severely injured; every word he spoke made him cough up blood. Fortunately, his body had been tempered and altered by the Hulk Potion, making his physical strength far exceed that of an ordinary One-Star Warrior. Thus, he managed to survive the full-force, hatred-filled strike from the middle-aged Four-Star Mage. However, the content of his words shocked many present.

This middle-aged Four-Star Mage was actually Bazel.

That former herald of Shampoo City, Bazel, the heavily wanted criminal traitor.

Sun Fei slightly frowned.

He had only noticed Prison Warden Oleg’s meaningful glance earlier, realizing that this middle-aged attendant was not one of his own and was problematic. But he absolutely never expected this person to be Bazel, who had been missing for a long time. This former herald had clearly used some minor tricks to temporarily change his appearance. However, upon closer observation, one could notice his build and temperament hadn’t changed much. No one had thought that this scoundrel had actually become a Fire Mage with Four-Star Power Level.

This series of unexpected changes caused an uproar across the entire platform.

At this moment, the first rays of the morning sun had already broken through the sea of clouds, shining upon the Eastern Peak Summit. The best timing for Sun Fei’s coronation and official ascension as King of Shampoo City had already passed. The envoys and princes from various countries below the Royal Altar stared in shock at the altar. On the altar, the Princess Royal of the Zenit Empire, Tanasha, placed the pure gold King’s Crown back onto the silver plate held by the attendant behind her. She retreated slightly with keen interest, observing the unfolding events as if watching a play.

Sun Fei coldly stared at Herald Bazel, his aura continuously releasing and rising.

Since this guy had shown up on his own, he must seize this opportunity to kill him. Otherwise, if a Four-Star Mage was determined to oppose you, it would be an unpredictable disaster for Shampoo City.

At the same time, clutching his shoulder wound, Bazel’s mind raced.

Feeling the increasingly powerful aura emanating from Sun Fei, he knew he absolutely couldn’t kill this damned King today. Waves of unwillingness washed over him. He never expected that even after a temporary breakthrough to the Four-Star Level and such painstaking preparation, he still failed to achieve his goal. It seemed the next steps of his plan would have to be postponed a little further…

“I never thought you’d become so good at being a dog.” Bazel glared viciously at the severely injured Prison Warden Oleg lying on the ground. He finally made up his mind. A rapid string of grey incantations burst from his mouth. The scorching aura around his body grew stronger and stronger; the whole man seemed to be bathed in a massive ball of flame. Suddenly, he shouted at Sun Fei: “I’ll fight you to the death…”

Then, enveloped in flames, his mana burning wildly, he charged forward.

It was as if a small sun had risen on the Royal Altar, scorching and dazzling.

Everyone thought Bazel, like a cornered dog, was burning his own mana to perish together with Sun Fei. Even Sun Fei himself thought so. Thus, he focused his mind and prepared to meet the charge head-on… But, after charging a few steps, three or four roaring Fire Element beasts suddenly roared out from Bazel’s body. However, the direction these fire element beasts surged toward was not Sun Fei…

It was… the Princess Royal of the Zenit Empire, Tanasha!

“Hahaha, Alexander, I’ll kill this woman! Let’s see how you explain it to the Zenit Empire… Let all of Shampoo City be buried with you, hahaha!”

Bazel laughed like a madman.

He dared to attack the Imperial Princess?

Everyone was stunned.

This was the full-force strike of a Four-Star Mage burning his own mana. It was absolutely not something Susan, the Three-Star Low-Tier female Warrior in front of the Princess Royal, could withstand. Four or five fire beasts formed from Fire Elements, carrying annihilating flames, surged toward the Princess Royal. They effortlessly swallowed the blue Combat Energy Flames that the female Warrior Susan desperately unleashed.

Sun Fei’s heart jolted in alarm.

He almost subconsciously immediately used the Barbarian Skill Leap. Pulling an afterimage through the air, he rushed toward the Princess Royal’s direction… Sun Fei had to save her. Otherwise, if Her Highness were truly to die tragically atop the Eastern Peak Summit of Shampoo City, the Zenit Empire’s wrath would rain down, and Shampoo City would be finished.

At the exact same time, Bazel chanted incantations once more.

Two flaming wings appeared behind his back, and his entire person shot like a meteor toward the edge of the altar, swiftly flying away. In an instant, he flew over the heads of the envoys from various countries, heading toward the cliff where the Sky-Dangling Chains were fixed. Although he was already seriously injured from Oleg’s sneak attack and his mana was almost completely depleted after using two major skills consecutively, with the help of the Sky-Dangling Chains on the cliff, with his current power level, he could still take advantage of the chaos to escape the Eastern Peak Summit, lie low, and wait for another opportunity to cause trouble for Sun Fei.

Seeing the cliff right before his eyes, a victorious smile appeared on Bazel’s face.

“Alexander, just you wait! I will be back! I will make you restless and unable to eat or sleep! Ahahahaha!”

He leaped, jumping down the cliff.

But—

“Insignificant wretch, how dare you attack Her Highness the Princess!”

At the critical moment, accompanied by a clear, melodious cry, a ball of purple flame suddenly appeared in front of the Princess Royal. A graceful, slender, and exquisitely beautiful young woman’s figure appeared within this bewitching purple flame. Her peerlessly beautiful, fair face was calm and unruffled. She merely lightly raised her delicate hand and casually pointed into the air, as if in playful banter between lovers. However, the several fire beasts surging toward her vanished into thin air without even a struggle.

Unbelievable!

The full-force strike of a Four-Star Mage was so effortlessly negated.

The next second.

The purple figure flashed. In the next instant, the purple-clad young woman appeared a hundred meters away, right above Baze’s head as he was jumping off the cliff…

“Attack the Princess, and don’t think about leaving alive!”

The purple-clad young woman casually swung the uniquely shaped short sword she always carried without a sheath downward through the air. An intangible sword energy crossed the sky. Baze screamed miserably as a gush of blood spurted from his back, leaving a horrifying wound…

And that wasn’t the end.

Just then, an arrow shimmering with blue light shot from behind, accurately hitting Bazel in the back. Instantly, a chilling cold enveloped Bazel’s body. Amidst his screams, his body stiffened and plummeted vertically down the cliff, quickly disappearing into the vast sea of clouds.

This arrow was the Ice Magic Arrow shot by Sun Fei, who had already switched to Amazon Warrior Mode in the distance. Its killing power was extremely formidable.

With such a high cliff and such severe wounds, Bazel absolutely had no chance of survival.

Sun Fei let out a soft sigh of relief.

It seemed all the events had passed.

But in the next instant, his heart suddenly raced with a warning sense. Then, the most, most, most, most unbelievable scene appeared—

A dazzling, sharp sword light descended from the sky, piercing down from above toward the top of Princess Royal Tanasha’s head.

Two unstoppable blade rays of cold light appeared out of thin air, one from the left and one from the right, carrying an aura of death as they targeted both sides of Princess Royal Tanasha’s waist.

Three soul-devouring, sharp, metallic White-Feathered Great Arrows suddenly shot out from the crowd below the Royal Altar. Silent and soundless, they flew in a triangular formation toward Princess Royal Tanasha’s forehead, throat, and heart.

A pair of white steel claws tore through the air with a piercing shriek, impossibly appearing behind Princess Royal Tanasha. The claw tips gleamed with a blue, highly toxic light, thrusting toward the vital point at the back of Her Highness the Princess’s heart.

A flash of orange Combat Energy Flames flickered. Suddenly, the upper body of a mighty and imposing figure emerged from the rock of the Royal Altar beneath the Princess Royal’s feet. Both palms tightly gripped an exceptionally sharp Horse-Cutting Blade. Stirring up a whirlwind along the ground, it mercilessly slashed toward the Princess Royal’s legs.

Multiple attacks appeared simultaneously, all targeting the Princess Royal’s delicate body.

Any one of these attacks was enough to turn this Princess, who possessed no martial skills whatsoever, into a wisp of a wronged ghost.

Clearly, this was a meticulously planned assassination.

A Hopeless Situation