Chapter 27: King’s Sword

Star-Rank Warriors were at the lowest level of the warrior strength hierarchy.

The power of warriors was determined by the solidification of their Battle Qi. On the Azeroth Continent, after warriors first cultivated and generated Battle Qi, a mysterious Star Vortex naturally appeared in their minds. The number of Star Vortexes varied depending on the solidification level of their Battle Qi, starting from one up to nine. Each additional Star Vortex signified advancing one Stellar Level in strength.

Each time they advanced a level, a warrior’s power underwent a qualitative change.

The strength of a Nine-Star Warrior reached the peak of the Stellar Level warriors.

Beyond that, if one could surpass the peak of the ninth star, there was hope of stepping into the ranks of Moon-level Experts. However, this barrier was very difficult to overcome. 60-70% of the warriors on the Azeroth Continent ultimately stalled at this stage, unable to make any further progress for the rest of their lives.

Beyond the stars was the moon.

On the Azeroth Continent, entering the ranks of Moon-level warriors meant one had truly advanced, and could choose different cultivation paths and directions. There were Destiny Warriors who focused solely on refining their weapons, as well as Beast Tamer Warriors who made contracts with Magical Beasts. Of course, there were many other cultivation schools as well.

Moon-level warriors could already be considered influential figures.

They could easily gain the favor of various major empires on the continent, securing fine clothes and significant power with no trouble at all. If they wished, obtaining noble status and fiefdoms was merely a simple matter.

Beyond that, above Moon-level Experts were Sun-level Masters.

Figures like Sun-level Masters were almost like Deities, existing only in legends. Shampoo City was located in a remote area, and they hadn’t even heard of such beings, let alone seen one.

This was the path of warriors on the Azeroth Continent.

Yet the strength Sun Fei displayed at this moment overturned everyone’s understanding of warrior power.

No one could understand what kind of force it was that, without any trace of Combat Energy Flames, could shatter a Two-Star Warrior’s Combat Energy Flames with a light punch and kill him instantly.

A bit further away, Lampard, Shampoo City’s top expert and a Three-Star Warrior, was also deeply puzzled: It was unbelievable that Alexander seemed to rely purely on physical Might to instantly defeat Conca… But it was truly bizarre—since when could physical Might become strong enough to contend with Battle Qi?

Only the honest man Brook guessed the ‘truth’, shaking all over with excitement as if shivering off fleas: It was Divine Power, definitely the Divine Power left in His Majesty Alexander by the Lord God of War…

The red-robed old ghost Bazel hid behind the crowd.

Having seen the previous scene, his expression was gloomy, and he showed no outward emotion.

But in his heart, Bazel couldn’t help but feel a surge of surprise: Unexpectedly, not only had this idiot suddenly become normal, his strength had also become so incomprehensible… It seemed his plan needed a slight adjustment and could no longer be delayed.

Everyone had their own thoughts, and for a moment, the city wall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Sun Fei himself was slightly startled after swiftly killing Conca.

Because he realized that the Might he possessed seemed to have increased astonishingly compared to during yesterday’s battle. After thinking it over, he guessed this change was probably due to his Barbarian Character in the World of Diablo leveling up from 5 to 7.

But this was clearly not the time to ponder such matters in detail.

He abruptly turned around, drew the King’s Sword from his waist with a clang, and shouted loudly: “Where is Pierce?”

After a brief moment of surprise, the white-haired Pierce immediately understood Sun Fei’s meaning and stepped forward, kneeling on one knee: “Your Majesty, I am here.”

“You destroyed two enemy Siege Ladders in a row yesterday, achieving great merit. In the name of the King, I now appoint you as Shampoo City’s new Military Judge, in charge of this King’s Sword. Supervise the battle and defend the city. If anyone dares to disobey military orders or cowardly flee, execute them on the spot… including me. If I take one step back in the upcoming battle, use this King’s Sword to pierce my heart!”

Sun Fei presented the sword in his hand to Pierce.

This move was actually Sun Fei’s impromptu imitation of scenes from military movies in his previous life. Before battle, morale and military discipline were equally important. Sun Fei’s actions yesterday—fighting, healing, and playing the divine—were all to boost morale. Now, by killing Military Judge Conca and granting Pierce the King’s Sword, similar to the imperial sword from his past life that allowed execution without prior approval, he aimed to establish authority and enforce strict military discipline.

Applying both kindness and severity was the true way of kings.

Pierce hesitated for a moment, then finally resolved to accept the King’s Sword, proclaiming loudly: “As you command, my great King.” After speaking, he stood up, leaped onto the city wall parapet, raised the King’s Sword high above his head, and roared like a lion: “Brothers, fight! For His Majesty King Alexander—fight—!”

The soldiers’ already burning hot morale was ignited by Pierce’s roar.

Clang, clang, clang—!

A series of metallic clashes echoed over the walls of Shampoo City.

The sounds of swords striking shields and armor, spears thudding on the ground, hands slapping stone walls… Everyone’s blood boiled with passion. The soldiers expressed their worship and support for the king in their hearts in this manner.

This was the King of Shampoo City!

A true ruler.

If, just over ten minutes ago, many still had slight doubts about the miraculous rumors since yesterday, now all those doubts instantly vanished.

There was no need for doubt anymore.

Sun Fei’s series of commands and actions just now had shaken everyone on the city wall. Particularly, his angry questioning of Conca made these soldiers, covered in wounds and having fought for days and nights, feel their blood boil. Simple recognition, on the Azeroth Continent, often proved more effective than any promise or material reward. Such a king was worthy of their bloodshed and sacrifice!

Herald Bazel was among the crowd.

A cold light flashed in his eyes; it was unclear what he was thinking again.

Sun Fei raised his hand, and the scene instantly quieted.

The soldiers watched him with fervent enthusiasm, waiting for their king’s next command.

Sun Fei glanced around, frowned, and asked: “Why hasn’t Prison Warden Oleg arrived yet?”

“Your Majesty, I am here, I am here…”

A figure tremblingly squeezed out from the crowd, took two or three steps, knelt on the ground, and crawled toward Sun Fei: “Great Alexander Your Majesty, Oleg came as soon as he received your command… Praise you, my young King!”

This person was indeed Prison Warden Oleg.

He had arrived a bit late but witnessed the entire fate of Military Judge Conca. Remembering all he had done to Alexander before, Oleg felt a chill deep in his bones. He had originally thought to hide in the crowd and avoid notice, but who knew King Alexander would call him out directly. Not daring to delay in the slightest, Oleg fearfully crawled out and knelt on the ground, spouting flattery.

He even wanted to crawl over and kiss the king’s combat boots.

But—

Clang!

Blades crossed, cold light flashing.

Brook and Pierce immediately moved to protect Sun Fei. The surrounding soldiers blocked Oleg with their swords, creating a wall of blades that absolutely prevented him from approaching the king.

Allowing Conca to get close to the king earlier had nearly caused disaster. Even though the king later displayed great power and killed Conca without real danger, as the king’s guards, they had already committed an unforgivable mistake. These loyal soldiers absolutely would not allow such an error to happen again.

Oleg was terrified out of his wits.

He kowtowed repeatedly on the ground: “Your Majesty, Your Majesty, spare me… I’m not like Conca… I am loyal to you, I am willing to give everything for you… I am your humble servant, your command is the meaning of my existence, I…”

Sun Fei frowned with disgust.

This Prison Warden was only about 1.6 meters tall, bald, with a full beard, a scar on his forehead, and a sturdy build. He looked like a tough character, but unexpectedly, he was an ultimate flatterer.

Could such a greedy and slick character truly be fit for the role of Prison Warden responsible for judging cases in Shampoo City?

Sun Fei felt doubtful.

“Enough, stand up…” Sun Fei signaled the soldiers to sheathe their weapons, walked over to Oleg, and said: “Such nonsense means nothing to me. If my command is the meaning of your existence, then take up arms and fight for Shampoo City! You are a One-Star Warrior, right? Look over there…” Sun Fei pointed to where the enemy had set up the Siege Ladder yesterday, where he had smashed the Battlement with an axe, leaving a gap: “In the upcoming battle, hold that gap for me. Understood?”

Oleg followed Sun Fei’s direction and assessed the gap. He knew that once the battle started, that would definitely be the most fiercely contested spot. Even as a One-Star Warrior, holding it would likely come at a high cost…

But he had no choice but to accept the order.

The now-normal Alexander was so forceful it made him tremble with fear. Oleg knew perfectly well that if he dared utter a single word of refusal now, the next moment, Conca—nailed dead on the wall—would be his example.

“As you command, my young and great King. Even if Oleg dies in battle, he will hold that gap for you, and absolutely not allow any enemy to approach you!”

Steeling himself, Oleg gritted his teeth and accepted the command.

He knew if he couldn’t find a way to win the favor of this young king today, his tenure as Prison Warden would be over. While agreeing, he habitually spewed another wave of nauseating flattery.

Sun Fei was so disgusted he quickly stepped back several paces.