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No matter which world, time, or era it is, there have always been passionate individuals, just like in the Twenty-First Century, where the boss of xxx Hall waves his hand and many fearless subordinates rush to fight for him. Long Batian was fortunate enough to have such a group of loyal followers.
In order to kill Ye Huan, these men in black even stormed into the Trial Assembly venue. What were they afraid of?
Ignoring the fact that the Emperor of Huaxia Nation, Zhao Wujie, and the little princess were standing not far from them, the men in black charged at Ye Huan again after being pushed back by the flames. Sharp long swords glinted coldly as they whistled through the air towards Ye Huan.
Behind Ye Huan, Zhang Ren and a Sixth-Level Warrior saw that numerous men in black had pressed forward. They couldn't help but step up, hurriedly positioning themselves beside Ye Huan, wielding their swords to engage in battle with the attackers.
It wasn't that they were overly worried about Ye Huan; rather, it was because the little princess beside him seemed eager to join the fray. Heaven knows whether this princess, who had never fought anyone before, would end up losing her head to a single strike…
"Hey, why aren’t you letting me join in?" The little princess stomped her foot in frustration as she watched Zhang Ren and his companion attract all the attacks from the men in black. She was eager to try her hand at combat.
Hearing her words, Ye Huan nearly lost his mind. Here they were risking their lives for her, and she was complaining about not being able to participate. What kind of peculiar woman could say such things? No wonder she kept a hen as a pet.
Watching the chaotic scene ahead with flashing blades and flying figures, Ye Huan felt a strange discomfort. Although he wasn’t a warrior and had no space to exert himself in such close combat, he still felt unsatisfied. He pondered how he could overcome his vulnerability in close quarters and decided to fiddle with his Summoning Book.
On the other hand, Weiyang occasionally helped by casting Wind Acceleration Magic to assist Zhang Ren and his companion in their fight against the men in black.
Before long, Zhang Ren and his partner had taken down at least ten of their attackers. However, there were simply too many men in black. Gradually, sweat began to bead on Zhang Ren's forehead as his stamina waned.
At that moment, centered around Ye Huan who was busy fiddling with the 2012 Arms Compendium, a faint aura of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy began to gather around him, forming a mist that suddenly enveloped him. The little princess noticed something unusual about Ye Huan right away and hurriedly asked him, "Ye Huan, what are you doing?"
"What does it matter to you? Just do what you need to do and don’t get in my way…" Still focused on his Summoning Book, Ye Huan replied impatiently before finally looking up.
As he raised his head, he clearly saw that behind the little princess stood a man in black who had snuck up unnoticed. He held a Short Blade that glimmered with a sinister green light—likely poisoned…
Perhaps realizing he had been spotted by Ye Huan, this man aimed for Ye Huan but instead raised his hand and viciously thrust the Short Blade toward the little princess's back.
The little princess already harbored an instinctive fear of Ye Huan; after being scolded by him earlier, she was completely oblivious to the imminent danger that could cost her precious life!
"Watch out!" In a critical moment, Ye Huan moved swiftly like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey and pushed the little princess aside. As a result, she fell to the ground while the green-glowing Short Blade plunged directly into Ye Huan's dark robe!
With that push from Ye Huan, the little princess landed on her backside and clearly witnessed the blade piercing into Ye Huan’s body. Her beautiful eyes widened in horror as she fixed her gaze on the man in black…
"Little Princess!" "Are you okay, Little Princess?!"
At the sound of Ye Huan's shout, Zhang Ren and the others turned in surprise to see Ye Huan lying motionless on the ground.
With a swift motion, Zhang Ren slashed through the swords of two black-clad figures beside him. Just as he thought to rush over to check on the Little Princess, two more black-clad figures appeared from another angle, forcing him back into a tight encirclement. The Sixth-Level Expert within the palace also wanted to reach the Little Princess but found himself powerless, venting his anger on the black-clad attackers with even greater ferocity.
"Little Princess?" Upon hearing Zhang Ren's earlier address of the woman, the black-clad figure who had injured Ye Huan felt a surge of panic. He began to wonder if they could escape safely if they kidnapped the Little Princess.
The answer was uncertain...
Without any hostages, these black-clad figures had disrupted the Trial Assembly and alerted the Holy Chariot; they were certainly facing a dead end. However, if they managed to kidnap the Little Princess, perhaps they would have a slim chance of survival. With that thought in mind, he unhesitatingly grabbed the Little Princess and turned to flee, whistling loudly as he did so.
All of this was witnessed by Zhao Wujie, who clenched his fists tightly, his long nails digging into his flesh and drawing blood.
As the Emperor of Huaxia Nation, how could Zhao Wujie not be furious at seeing his own daughter taken away? Of course he was angry, but what good would it do? Zhao Wujie himself was not skilled in combat; would he just rush forward to his death? A person who achieves great things must endure what others cannot. Even as blood trickled from his fingers, Zhao Wujie repeated this mantra to himself.
As long as he was alive, Zhao Wujie had a thousand ways to retrieve the Little Princess within Huaxia Nation. But if he died, he would truly lose everything...
One person's thoughts could never represent those of a group. After the black-clad figure who had taken the Little Princess whistled, all the other black-clad figures ceased their attacks and fled. Zhao Wujie could not pursue them, but Zhang Ren immediately took action. The Little Princess had been captured; staying here would only lead to being slaughtered by Zhao Wujie. It was better to find a way to rescue her!
For the first time, Zhang Ren made a decision that matched his appearance.
Just as Zhang Ren moved, Weiyang also dashed out behind him, even casting Wind Acceleration Magic. In an instant, his legs moved as if they were on wheels, racing forward almost as quickly as Zhang Ren. He too seemed determined to save the Little Princess.
This might have been acceptable since both men were strong. The Sixth-Level Warrior brought by Zhao Wujie still prioritized protecting him. However, what no one expected was that someone who should have been dead suddenly got up at that moment and charged out as well...
Staring in shock at the direction in which this person had gone, Zhao Wujie stood frozen like a wooden stick for a moment before shakily extending a hand and pointing ahead, stammering, "I... I can't be seeing this wrong? Was that really Ye Huan who just ran after them?"
Not only Zhao Wujie reacted this way; beside him, the Sixth-Level Warrior rubbed his eyes in disbelief as if witnessing something utterly incredible. How could someone who had been stabbed with a poisoned dagger still be alive and chasing after the Little Princess? Wasn't that absurd?
Indeed, Ye Huan had just been stabbed by that dagger; however, it seemed no one noticed one crucial detail: there was no blood flowing from Ye Huan's body!
As he ran after the black-clad figures who had taken the Little Princess, Ye Huan tore away his obstructive robe. Underneath it was a strikingly noticeable suit of brown armor. If soldiers from the twentieth century were present here, they would likely recognize exactly what this armor was.
Sov-1000 Dragon Scale Armor! Bulletproof vest! The most advanced bulletproof vest of the Twenty-First Century!
It is said that this bulletproof vest can withstand 40 hits from a standard 7.62mm military round at a distance of 6 meters without being penetrated. Even a 9mm submachine gun has no effect on it...
Previously, when Ye Huan had just managed to turn to the fourth page of the Summoning Book, he thought this item would be of little use in this world. Now, it seems he was utterly mistaken; this armor is truly an exceptional piece of equipment that is impervious to blades and bullets! It might even surpass Weiyang's magical shield in terms of effectiveness. If he hadn't been bored and decided to test the defensive capabilities of the Dragon Scale Armor by summoning it and putting it on, he would likely have succumbed to poison by now.
However, this Dragon Scale Armor is incredibly heavy, weighing around 7 kilograms, which severely restricted Ye Huan's ability to run. Frustrated, Ye Huan simply stored the Dragon Scale Armor back into the Summoning Book...
"I hope Ye Huan can bring my daughter back safely!"
As he watched Ye Huan and the others grow increasingly distant until they vanished from sight, Zhao Wujie let out a heavy sigh and offered this prayer.
"Rest assured, Sovereign. The little princess has her own destiny. If Young Master Ye can come back from the dead, she will surely return safely..."
Also gazing in the direction where the little princess had departed, Zhao Wujie's accompanying Sixth-Level Expert couldn't help but express his thoughts aloud, though his mind was filled with one persistent question: How did Young Master Ye come back to life?
No one could answer this Sixth-Level Warrior, not even Zhao Wujie. After pondering for a long time without finding clarity, he pushed the question aside. But as soon as that question faded away, another one emerged, prompting Zhao Wujie to shout in frustration once more: "Where is Zhang Feng?"
It seems that in any world, those responsible for handling affairs often arrive late after everything is nearly settled; this perfectly applies to Zhang Feng.
Just as Zhao Wujie shouted for Zhang Feng a second time, Zhang Feng came rushing in from a distance as if propelled by a rocket, calling out loudly from afar: "I am here! Your humble servant is here..."
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