Chapter 692 - 529: Dragon’s Roar to the 9 Heavens: Believe It or Not?

Who would believe it?

Northwest Wolf from the Northern District Battlefield had come all the way to the Eastern District.

And not only that, he’d become Gao Neng’s helper?

’Are you fucking kidding me?’

Of course, facing the Eastern District Strongest’s interrogation, Northwest Wolf had no intention of answering.

How could he answer?

’Say that my home was stolen, so now I have no choice but to submit and become Gao Neng’s enforcer?’ He... he truly couldn’t bring himself to say it. The shame was too great.

Then, let’s just fight!

Let our fists do the talking!

Northwest Wolf charged out once again.

And charging out alongside him was another person.

Li Tiannan.

"A chance to cross blades with the number one sword of the foreign races? How could I possibly miss this?!" As Li Tiannan spoke, his saber was already slashing down toward the Beast Race Sword Saint.

No one had expected Li Tiannan to strike so eagerly.

Moreover, his chosen opponent was none other than the Beast Race’s number one Sword Saint.

After all, the difference in strength between Li Tiannan and the Beast Race Sword Saint was immense. Most importantly, with one foreign race fighting another, there was actually no need for him to get involved at all.

But the fact was, Li Tiannan had made his move.

And in doing so, he left his back exposed to Northwest Wolf.

A very "brainless" choice.

But Gao Neng understood why Li Tiannan had made this choice.

One, the Beast Race Sword Saint was the one who had murdered the Sword Elder. Given Li Tiannan’s relationship with the Sword Elder, he had to act, regardless of whether he could win.

The second point was the most crucial one.

Trust!

Gao Neng trusted the foreign Strongest from the North District.

But would the human Strongest believe it?

Li Tiannan answered that question with his actions. When facing a common enemy, humans could also join forces with a foreign race.

"Hahaha, Li Tiannan, you old devil, you sure know how to pick your opponents! You went for a tough one right off the bat. I can’t let you show me up!" The one who spoke was Qin Lei.

And then, his gaze fell upon the Six-winged Great Angel.

"The number one Strongest of the Celestial Race, the Six-winged Great Angel... I’ll have to experience your power for myself!" The second person to grasp Li Tiannan’s intentions was, naturally, Qin Lei.

"Hmph, then by all means, come and experience it!" The Six-winged Great Angel glanced at Qin Lei but didn’t look for long, because another figure was already standing before him.

Just as Qin Lei was speaking, this figure had already appeared in front of him.

Its speed was incredible.

And from its body, a cloud of red Blood Mist emanated, completely unconcealed.

"Bloodthirst, why are you here too? Wait... if you’re here, then doesn’t that mean Feifei..." The Six-winged Great Angel’s expression suddenly changed.

"Brother Angel, let’s skip the pleasantries and get straight to fighting!"

BOOM!

Qin Lei’s fist arrived.

The Six-winged Great Angel shot upward at high speed.

However, Bloodthirst seemed to have anticipated the Six-winged Great Angel’s movement, instantly rushing upward as a cloud of Blood Mist blotted out the sky.

"It seems today is destined to be a bloody battle!" The Six-winged Great Angel could naturally feel Bloodthirst’s killing intent toward him, and his expression turned ice-cold.

BOOM!

A streak of golden light sliced through the Blood Mist.

The Six-winged Great Angel’s wings beat, stirring up a furious gale.

At that moment, Qin Lei once again appeared before the Six-winged Great Angel, his body practically transforming into a bolt of lightning and fire, holding absolutely nothing back.

This was a great, decisive battle.

The great, decisive battle between the Human Race and the Eastern District’s foreign races.

So, while they had the advantage, he naturally wouldn’t hold back.

"Die!"

RUMBLE!

The lightning and fire flared.

By this point, the other Strongest had finally come to their senses.

"Don’t tell me all you old fossils from the Northern District Battlefield have shown up?" A mocking voice rang out, and Yuan Liu once again pulled out his large club.

WHOOSH!

The massive club pointed in Gao Neng’s direction.

"All who could come, have come!" a voice declared, and a figure drifted out.

"Oh? Then let this Elder Ape see if you can withstand a single blow from my club!" Yuan Liu roared, swinging his club down.

But the figure didn’t dodge or evade.

WHOOSH!

The great club swung past.

It grazed the figure’s arm as it fell.

However, it only managed to tear away all the clothes from the figure’s body.

Beneath was a mass of gray mist.

Coalesced into a human form.

But it had no face.

"The Snow Demon Race?! Could it be... Faceless is here too?" Yuan Liu’s eyes flew wide open. He feared no one, except for Faceless.

Because his attacks were physical.

While Faceless...

was the perfect counter to physical attacks.

"No, Faceless is dead!" the Strongest Snow Demon spoke.

"Dead?!" Yuan Liu froze again.

"Correct. I am now the Commander of the Snow Demon Race. Let us fight today!" After speaking, the Strongest Snow Demon lunged at Yuan Liu.

"..."

"The Werewolf Race, the Blood Race, the Snow Demon Race... they’re all here. It seems... everyone who could make it from your Northern District Battlefield really has come!" The eyes of the Eastern District’s Strongest burned like fire.

And one of the figures who had been concealed by a mask also lifted it.

Old Snowman!

The Strongest of the Ice River Race.

The Strongest of the Glacier Race.

And Chi Ran among them!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Old Snowman and the others made their move.

The three remaining human Strongest also sprang into action.

The Eastern District Strongest, naturally, could no longer just stand there motionless.

The battle of the Strongest, at this point... had fully erupted.

There were no one-on-one duels to be had.

It was a massive brawl from the very start!

A free-for-all where you fought whoever was in front of you.

Gao Neng, of course, did not join the battle.

It wasn’t just him.

Behind him, two other dark figures remained.

"How much longer until the Northern District’s army arrives?" Gao Neng asked one of the figures behind him casually as he watched the fierce battle ahead.

"The roads aren’t great... I’d estimate half an hour." The speaker had a woman’s voice, so it was naturally Gao Xiaomeng.

"Mm," Gao Neng didn’t ask anything else. His gaze flickered almost imperceptibly over the figure beside Gao Xiaomeng before he immediately looked away.

’Mom...’

’Why isn’t she making a move?’

’If Mom took on the Beast Race Sword Saint or the Six-winged Great Angel, she could probably handle them by herself, right?’

’Or what about Yuan Liu of the Primate Race?’

’The battle would probably be over in a flash, wouldn’t it?’

These two thoughts flashed through his mind and were immediately extinguished.

Gao Neng wouldn’t let himself think about it any further.

He knew that if his mom wasn’t acting, she had her reasons. And she did indeed have a good reason not to act.

For example: protecting Gao Neng!

The great battle in the sky continued.

Twelve Strongest from the Eastern District were fighting against thirteen Strongest from the Northern District, plus five human Strongest.

This was a battle of epic proportions.

Although Gao Neng’s side held a clear numerical advantage, they still needed time to achieve final victory.

"Six-winged Great Angel, you brought the Beast Race Sword Saint all the way here to find me... surely you didn’t come to return the favor, did you?" Gao Neng watched the Six-winged Great Angel fighting in the sky, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

But would the Six-winged Great Angel pay him any mind?

Obviously not!

So, Gao Neng tactfully shifted his target to the Beast Race Sword Saint. "Yo! Beast Race Sword Saint, number one sword of the foreign races... you wanted to cut me down the moment you saw me? But how many times have you swung that sword? Let me count... Back at the Beast Race Camp, you swung once in front of the main camp. A shame you missed. Then, you ran to the rear camp and swung again. Still missed. What a pity, what a pity...

"But you didn’t give up!

"You possess that precious, never-give-up spirit. So, you chased me to the left side of the Beast Race Camp, you swung your sword again, and you missed again. Then, you chased me to the right camp. You thought you could finally hit me, but you still missed. Aren’t you just fuming?"

"..." the Beast Race Sword Saint.

"..." Li Tiannan.

’This damn brat is really...’

’...such an asshole!’

"Oh, right, I remember now. In front of the Royal Tent at the Beast Race Camp, you did land a strike on me. But I didn’t die. Not only did I not die, but you didn’t even tear the corner of my clothes... Ai... what a shame. But, what if I told you I let you hit me with that strike on purpose? Would you believe me?"