Chapter 129: All Abnormal
Chapter 129: All Abnormal
Sun Fei’s statement nearly made the princes of Shenhua Kingdom and other small countries fall to their knees.
Fortunately, the Purple and Green Twin Swords did not transform into a Blade Storm and sweep over them. Sun Fei pointed at the two yellow scimitar warriors. “As before, use your blades to save your lives. Win, you live. Lose, you die!” After speaking, his figure shifted, and he appeared among the Shampoo City group. He pointed at the Mercenary Beauty, Ileena, and added, “Your opponent is her!”
Sun Fei was creating an opportunity for Ileena.
The Mercenary Beauty was gradually stepping out from the shadows into the open and would hold some real authority. Therefore, Sun Fei wanted Ileena to display her strength in front of senior leaders like Best and Brook, earning battle merits to better integrate into Shampoo City’s leadership circle and gain everyone’s acceptance.
When Ileena stepped forward with her longbow, the two yellow scimitar warriors breathed a sigh of relief. They knew they were no match for the Little King, but this woman, who appeared as delicate as a vase, did not seem particularly powerful. Working together, they believed they could defeat her.
The battle began quickly.
With a light shout, the warriors attacked.
One held his scimitar in his left hand, the other in his right. Their attire, build, and appearance were strikingly similar, and they seemed to have practiced a well-coordinated dual-attack technique. From left and right, they turned into two fierce arcs of blade light, flying through the air. Their chilling blade aura pressed toward Ileena.
Twang, twang, twang, twang!
Just as everyone was worrying for this tall, exceptionally valiant female archer, a series of rapid bowstring sounds rang out. Four brilliant blue ice blossoms streaked across the sky. No one saw when Ileena had drawn her arrows—her movements were so fast they left only afterimages. It seemed as soon as her slender fingers touched the bowstring, the arrows were already in flight.
The icy chill of the Ice Arrows seemed capable of freezing the very air, whistling sharply.
No one could describe the speed of those four arrows. The scimitar warriors, mid-air, could only counter the arrow tips with their blade aura.
Crack, crack!
The sound of shattering ice echoed as the two warriors stumbled backward.
Their bodies were now covered in layers of faint blue frost, and their movements instantly slowed.
This was the power of the Ice Arrows.
No one had expected this delicate-looking beauty to shoot arrows so swiftly, accurately, and ruthlessly. With a single strike, she had gained the absolute upper hand.
The warriors’ wood-element Battle Qi surged violently, shattering and melting the layers of ice.
But only they knew that stiffness and icy cold still plagued their bodies.
Both were Four-Star Level early-stage experts, and individually, their strength was no lower than Ileena’s. However, they had already sustained significant injuries earlier, especially from Sun Fei’s twin swords that shook their internal organs. Their arms were also badly injured from blocking Sun Fei’s kick, reducing their strength considerably. Sun Fei had precisely noted this before confidently assigning Ileena, whose true strength was around Three-Star peak, to face them.
After that first exchange, the two warriors found themselves in an extremely passive position.
Ileena gave them no chance to engage in close combat. The bowstring twanged like popping beans, testing everyone’s visual nerves. In the air, swish, swish, swish—Ice Arrows poured down on the warriors like a torrential rain. Having long battled demons and monsters in the World of Diablo, Ileena’s experience with life-and-death situations gave her far superior control over battle rhythm and exploiting openings than the two warriors.
For a while, the entire Eastern Peak Summit was filled with a bone-chilling cold. The blood on the ground froze, and a thin layer of blue ice covered the corpses. Those with slightly lower strength found the cold unbearable. Sun Fei stood in front of Angela, Gemma, and Best, switching to Mage Mode and using his mana to maintain a normal space around them.
Those watching the fight had forgotten to breathe.
Three minutes later, the sky-full of blue arrow rain finally ceased.
The two warriors had not been struck by a single arrow.
Yet, they had already lost.
Layer upon layer of blue ice had completely encased their bodies. They were frozen stiff by the chill of the Ice Arrows, trapped inside huge blocks of ice. Covered in ice at least fifty centimeters thick, they had long stopped breathing.
Thwack, thwack!
Ileena shot two final arrows.
They were not Ice Arrows.
They were ordinary arrows.
The ice encapsulating the warriors shattered into piles of ice fragments, and with them, the warriors’ bodies broke apart. Their bodies, thoroughly invaded by the cold, had become extremely brittle. A light tap turned them into debris.
Only then did the surrounding crowd realize in shock that throughout the entire process, this extraordinarily beautiful Sorceress Archer had not moved an inch from her spot, completely defeating the two Four-Star Level early-stage warriors.
Terrifying control over battle rhythm and innate combat talent.
Even experts like Arshavin, the Zenit War God, who was busy healing with his Battle Qi, and the purple-clad girl Purple Flame, were impressed. The two masters fell silent, reflecting that even they might not have managed the battle rhythm so excellently.
When Ileena retracted her longbow and stood quietly behind Sun Fei, everyone finally snapped out of their daze.
Another expert!
How could Shampoo City have such an expert?
Where did she come from?
Even some of Shampoo City’s own people had never seen Ileena before and now regarded this stunning Magic Archer with astonishment. Only Prison Warden Oleg knew a little of the inside story. This fat man’s mouth hung open in an ‘O’ shape, thinking how fortunate he had always treated this lady with respect. She was truly a formidable expert who killed without blinking—two living Four-Star Level experts turned into piles of ice shards in an instant.
With the death of the two strongest warriors, the remaining members on Paris’s side lost their spirit, like stray dogs.
Some fell to their knees, begging for mercy.
“Only the brave may leave the Eastern Peak Summit alive. Hmph, weren’t you bold enough to disrupt this king’s coronation ceremony? Today, I give you a chance. Show the courage you had an hour ago. Whoever wins a match may leave here alive!”
As Sun Fei’s words fell, the newly promoted Taurus Golden Knight Didier Drogba stood in the arena like a giant.
“I’ll go, I’ll go first!”
Seeing that their opponent was neither Sun Fei, who could instantly kill a Five-Star Level expert, nor that terrifying female Sorceress Archer, a One-Star Warrior rushed out ahead of his companions. Those with a bit of insight could tell that although the brawny man sent by Shampoo City looked fierce and muscular, he emitted almost no Battle Qi fluctuations and did not seem like a true expert.
Many saw a chance to survive, but unfortunately, this quicker-witted warrior had seized the opportunity first.
Clang!
The warrior drew the sword at his waist. Even facing a seemingly weaker opponent, he dared not be careless.
Others watched him with envious eyes.
But soon, their envy vanished.
It turned into deep fear.
When they saw the warrior sneer and thrust his sword through the wild-haired giant’s shoulder, but the giant seemed completely unfazed and smashed the warrior’s head like a watermelon with one punch, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. Clearly, this giant had inherited his king’s fierce combat style—not even flinching when stabbed through the shoulder, then taking the One-Star Warrior’s life with a backhand punch.
Was this even human?
Were all the people of Shampoo City a bunch of desperadoes?
Everyone could hear their own teeth chattering uncontrollably.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Drogba pulled out the sword and tossed it aside. He licked his lips, then punched his own wound a few times, sending sprays of blood flying. A fierce and excited look appeared on his face, as if he felt no pain at all. He roared, “Next, who’s coming? Hahaha!”
The group opposite felt their legs go weak.
“You, get out here!” Drogba pointed at a tall, sturdy guard from Shenhua Kingdom.
The guard trembled as he stepped forward, as if driven mad by fear, and suddenly let out a crazy howl. Swinging his knight’s broadsword like a windmill, he activated his red Combat Energy Flames and charged like a wounded beast.
Bang!
Again, one punch.
This time, the guard’s sword did not strike Drogba. The cunning brute had pretended he wouldn’t dodge, but at the last moment, he sidestepped and shattered the guard’s head with a punch.
The guard originally had One-Star Level strength, but his mental fortitude was too weak—he was already half-scared to death. Combined with Drogba’s enhanced strength from the Hulk Potion, which far exceeded normal imagination, and his own cunning, he had killed the guard with a single punch.
Watching the red and white brain matter dripping from Drogba’s fist, everyone felt an uncontrollable chill rush to their heads.
Too savage, too violent, too cruel!
Sun Fei couldn’t help but feel a wave of exasperation. Why was Drogba so obsessed with smashing people’s heads? What a freak! He would have to make this guy change his ways—it really damaged Shampoo City’s healthy, friendly image!
“You… get out here!” Drogba’s finger pointed again at the opposite side.
A foul stench filled the air as the unlucky soul he pointed at lost control of his bowels, collapsing to the ground.
Five or six minutes passed, and four or five warriors had their heads smashed by Your Majesty the King’s Taurus Golden Knight. Four or five corpses lay scattered around Drogba. However, the brute now had three bloody holes in his body, oozing blood, though none were fatal. Drogba showed no sign of pain on his face.
Sun Fei decided it was enough—the guy had had his share of the spotlight and waved for the oaf to return.
The next person to take Drogba’s place was the Capricorn Golden Knight Paul Pierce.
Everyone had thought that after the departure of one lunatic who enjoyed crushing people’s heads, the next warrior from Shampoo City would be more normal. But ten minutes later, looking at the pile of minced flesh around Paul Pierce, the princes, envoys, and warriors from Shenhua Kingdom and other nations were filled with despair.
This white-haired young man was even more deranged.
No matter who his opponent was, he would just shout, “Long live King Alexander! Excalibur!” and charge forward. Then, his opponent would inexplicably be torn apart into a pile of minced meat. It was truly terrifying. This white-haired, muscular man seemed to be able to unleash an invisible sword energy that was unstoppable. Armor, shields, swords, or blades could not block it in the slightest. Looking at the broken blades and shattered swords mixed within the minced flesh on the ground, everyone felt like crying.
One who liked crushing heads had left, and now came one who dismembered bodies!
Were all the people of Shampoo City this insane?
The princes from various kingdoms huddled together, trembling and weeping.
The third person to stand in the arena was Gordon Brook.
His performance was finally somewhat normal, unlike his two previous comrades who were complete monsters. However, after being enhanced by the Hulk Potion, Brook’s strength had surged madly. With his peak Two-Star Level power, he faced almost no challenge. He successively defeated four or five opponents and successfully completed his mission.
Sun Fei was deliberately creating opportunities for his subordinates to gain real combat experience through one-on-one fights, preparing them for the upcoming Martial Arts Tournament of the Zenit Empire.
Of course, he also wanted to showcase Shampoo City’s strength to the Princess Royal and the Zenit War God Arshavin, among others.
Clearly, Sun Fei’s goal was achieved.
As the remaining princes, envoys, and guards from Paris’s side were mercilessly cut down like trees by the warriors of Shampoo City—even the heavily injured Prison Warden Oleg gritted his teeth and took down one or two opposing guards—the expressions of the Princess Royal and Arshavin shifted from initial anger and displeasure to shock and seriousness. Shampoo City’s strength had far exceeded their expectations, and there were even some mysterious elements they couldn’t quite grasp. By this point, even though Arshavin was deeply dissatisfied with Sun Fei for letting the Cold-Blooded Enchantress Paris escape earlier, he had to set aside his resentment and reconsider the future relationship with the king of this Sixth-Class Vassal State.
In the end, the only enemies left at the Eastern Peak Summit were a dozen or so princes from various kingdoms.
Even if these princes had some fighting ability, they had been pampered all their lives and had never encountered such a scene. They were so terrified that they huddled together, closed their eyes, soiled themselves, and cried out for their mothers.
But at this moment, Sun Fei did something unexpected once again—he sent out his father-in-law Best, who had no Battle Qi or Magic power at all.
“Could it be that this old, effeminate man who could barely walk steadily is also an expert?”
The Zenit War God Arshavin couldn’t sense even a trace of power from the pale-faced Best—not even physical strength. He thought that Best’s abilities were so advanced that even he, a Six-Star Expert, couldn’t detect them, and his expression grew even more serious.
But then—
“Ahem, ahem, ahem!”
The handsome old man cleared his throat and, like a magician, pulled out an account book. He spoke unhurriedly, “Well, after careful calculation by this Herald, your disruption of His Majesty’s coronation ceremony, destruction of property, trampling of flowers, and waste of time… Well, in total, you have caused a loss of 230,000 Empire Gold Coins. If you are willing to pay double the amount in compensation, our benevolent and magnanimous King is willing to let you leave alive!”
Arshavin, who was healing his injuries, nearly spat out blood in shock and risked qi deviation.
An expert.
Truly an expert.
But an expert at haggling and being money-obsessed.
However, for the huddled, trembling princes, these words were like music to their ears. More than twenty of them looked at the handsome Best as if he were a white-bearded divine messenger descending from the heavens, so kind and amiable that they wanted to crawl over, cling to his legs, and burst into tears.
“We’ll pay! We’ll pay! King Alexander is benevolent, wise, great, and magnanimous…”
For the princes, Best’s words were like receiving charcoal in snowy weather or rain after a long drought. As long as they could live, what did it matter to pay some money—even though the amount was ridiculously high.
There was almost no resistance. The princes scrambled to sign compensation agreements with Best, putting their names, seals, and fingerprints on the documents. In an instant, Shampoo City obtained nearly 800,000 Empire Gold Coins in ‘war reparations,’ making an astonishing fortune.
This time, even the exceptionally wise Princess Royal Tanasha found it a bit unbelievable.
Could such a huge sum be obtained so easily?
Many had previously speculated that, given the Little King’s cruel and murderous nature, these princes would inevitably meet their doom. Who would have thought he would handle the final matter in this way? Thinking it over carefully, even the Female Literary Sage, the Princess Royal, had to admire the brilliance of this approach. Not only did it avoid creating irreconcilable enmity with these kingdoms, but it also secured a huge sum to develop Shampoo City. It was truly killing two birds with one stone!
She felt that she was increasingly unable to see through this young king named Alexander.
Soon, guards escorted the dozen or so princes away like driving beggars, under the lead of Prison Warden Oleg, locking them up in the city’s Black Room. Until their respective kingdoms paid the ‘war reparations,’ these princes would be held as hostages. Only when the kings delivered the compensation stipulated in the agreements would they be released from the Black Room.
The sun had risen high in the sky, and the temperature had warmed up slightly.
Only two groups remained at the Eastern Peak Summit: Shampoo City and the Princess Royal’s party.
Of the over two hundred elite cavalrymen, fewer than twenty were left. Grand Knight-Captain Roman Pavlyuchenko and the swordswoman Susan were badly injured, while the peerlessly beautiful Purple Flame and the Zenit War God Arshavin were even more severely wounded and could only sit on the ground, focusing entirely on using their Battle Qi to heal.
This should have been a moment of great victory, and some cavalrymen were ready to cheer…
But—
The atmosphere wasn’t as joyful as they had imagined.
The Princess Royal lowered her head and remained silent.
Sun Fei stood where he was, quietly watching the Princess Royal and Arshavin. The expression on his face was definitely not one of joy or submission, nor was it respect or a flattering smile…
Instead, it was… indifference and disgust.
His gaze was even colder than when he had looked at Paris and the others.