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Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps Ye Huan was simply having a good day. Just when he was at a loss on how to respond to Zhao Wujie's various questions, a commotion erupted at the entrance of the Trial Assembly, drawing the attention of everyone present.
This was Beiyuan City. According to Zhang Feng, there was no way anyone would cause trouble in his territory. Therefore, he did not take security too seriously. Aside from some Town Enforcers and a large number of Regular Soldiers, he had not deployed any other skilled fighters, hoping to avoid raising Zhao Wujie's suspicions.
It was precisely for this reason that, at the main entrance of the Trial Assembly, dozens of black-clad figures wielding long swords slaughtered the guards with ease, as if they were cutting vegetables. Leading the charge, one man surveyed the area and quickly spotted the crowd in the stands. He casually decapitated a Town Enforcer and pointed his bloodied sword at Ye Huan, shouting, "There is Ye Huan! Brothers, follow me! Kill Ye Huan!"
"Kill Ye Huan! Kill Ye Huan!"
The deafening cries echoed as these black-clad figures charged towards the stands…
Zhao Wujie could hardly believe what was happening. He had brought the little princess to watch the Trial Assembly, only to encounter such unexpected chaos. First, he saw Ye Huan, who should have been heading to Liangzhou City, appear at the venue. Then he discovered that Weiyang, the grandson of the president of the Mage Association, was also involved. Just as he was about to confront them for answers, a group of black-clad figures appeared, making him grit his teeth in frustration. "What is going on? Where is Zhang Feng!"
Zhang Feng?
At that moment, he had likely run off to some corner to bask in the sun, trying to avoid dealing with Ye Huan's presence at the assembly. There was no way he would show up while Zhao Wujie was fuming.
After calling out twice without seeing any sign of Zhang Feng, Zhao Wujie began to lose his composure. He had come here with a mindset of leisure and had not brought along any powerful warriors from the palace; his strongest companion was merely a Sixth-Level Warrior. While he could handle ten or eight low-level fighters, facing dozens at once would surely leave him flustered…
"Sovereign, we should leave here!"
Seeing those black-clad figures climbing towards the stands, one of the Sixth-Level Warriors accompanying Zhao Wujie could no longer contain himself. As a guard by the side of the Emperor of Huaxia, his primary duty was to ensure Zhao Wujie's safety. If anything happened to him here, how could he explain it to the ministers back at court? How could he justify it to the Huaxia Nation?!
Thus, as he spoke, this warrior reached out and grabbed Zhao Wujie's arm without regard for the proper etiquette between ruler and subject, intending to lead him away from the stands through another exit.
Similarly, Weiyang and Ye Huan also noticed the arrival of the group of men in black. After exchanging a glance, they nodded in agreement and began to take action.
Zhao Wujie and the others might not know what these men in black were here for, but Ye Huan was all too aware. He summoned the 2012 collection and several M67 fragmentary Grenades appeared in his hands. After stashing the Grenades in an easily accessible place, Ye Huan summoned two M4A1 assault rifles, gripping them firmly.
It must be said that after becoming a summoner and absorbing a significant amount of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy through the Summoning Book, Ye Huan's physique was gradually changing. Although he couldn't transform Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy into sword energy like a martial artist, nor could he extract elemental forces to cast spells like a magician, there was no doubt that his physical enhancement was evident.
He remembered the first time he summoned a Desert Eagle; its weight had felt somewhat heavy. But now, he could handle not just two M4A1 rifles—he could manage even more, provided he had four hands to control all four guns simultaneously.
Compared to Ye Huan's summoning skills, Weiyang seemed significantly weaker. Her magic staff was merely brewing a large amount of fire elements; it was unclear what spell she was preparing, but from the looks of it, she was far from matching Ye Huan's intensity.
While Ye Huan and the others were making their preparations during this brief moment, the men in black were not idle either.
In no time, several stronger members of the group had already rushed to the central height of the viewing platform, their faces twisted with ferocity as they charged towards Ye Huan and his companions. Some loyal nobles of Huaxia Nation attempted to step forward to block them but were swiftly cut down instead. Blood flowed down from above, staining the steps of the platform crimson. In the blink of an eye, only a few dozen steps separated them from Ye Huan and his group.
A massive uproar ensued as countless nobles fled in terror. Even the soldiers who were supposed to guard the Trial Assembly noticed the commotion. For the safety of Current Sovereign Zhao Wujie, these soldiers abandoned their posts and began moving towards the viewing platform under their leaders' command.
This created chaos; those participating in the Trial Assembly were already desperate prisoners seeking freedom. With no guards left to watch over them, why would they stay? It seemed far more advantageous to seize this opportunity to escape.
If they could break out of the Trial Assembly venue, change their names and appearances, wouldn't they be able to live freely again? With this thought in mind, an unexpected chaos erupted.
Before many soldiers had even taken their first steps away, a large number of prisoners surged out from the competition area of the Trial Assembly. As for the surrounding barriers? Could they really stop a group of Professionals?
Having escaped from the Trial Assembly venue, these 'former' prisoners went wild, shouting and rushing towards the entrance. Given that the viewing platform was circular with only one exit—the three-meter-wide main gate—it quickly became congested. Unfortunately, many nobles who sensed danger were also hastily descending from the platform at that moment.
Thus, a tragedy unfolded…
Countless nobles could never have imagined that they, who lived in luxury every day, would end up fleeing alongside a group of prisoners. Even more shocking was that these prisoners dared to raise their blades against them.
Along the way, any noble who stood in the path of these bloodthirsty prisoners was torn apart in an instant, blood splattering everywhere. Occasionally, severed limbs would fly over from above the entrance of the Trial Assembly. It was no exaggeration to say that the only escape route at the main gate of the Trial Assembly had turned into a hell on earth; once there, death was the only outcome.
On the viewing platform, the young princess trembled as she looked toward the entrance of the Trial Assembly, her face pale with fear. Having grown up in the palace, she had never witnessed such a scene before. Unconsciously, she felt a desire to retreat and tugged at Zhao Wujie, who was being led by guards toward the main entrance, whispering, "Father, let's stay here!"
Noticing the horrific scene at the main gate of the Trial Assembly, Zhao Wujie could only sigh and steady himself.
The Sixth-Level Warrior beside him nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at rice, not daring to mention anything about leaving.
In stark contrast to the crowd at the main gate of the Trial Assembly, the viewing platform was noticeably empty. The nobles who feared for their lives had long since fled. Aside from Zhao Wujie and his attendants, as well as Ye Huan, only a group of black-clad figures charging toward them remained.
"Attack!"
With a loud shout, seeing those black-clad figures drawing closer, Ye Huan could no longer hold back. In his hands, an M4A1 assault rifle spat out two fiery tongues as gunfire erupted.
Hearing Ye Huan's command, Weiyang also sprang into action. The unknown staff in his hand surged with fire elements that quickly coalesced into a massive fire dragon. It emitted intense heat as it charged toward the black-clad figures, incinerating many of the beast-skin sofas prepared for the Trial Assembly along its path—its power was evident.
As for Zhang Ren, being a martial artist himself, he remained tense but silent, gripping the hilt of his sword at his waist in readiness for any unexpected developments.
Whether it was due to prior awareness or instinct, the black-clad figures scattered as soon as Ye Huan shouted to attack. They moved from various angles without giving Ye Huan a chance to concentrate his fire on any single target.
Originally, Ye Huan's marksmanship was unreliable; he relied purely on close-range shooting and spraying bullets. Now it seemed even more uncertain whether he could hit anything at all—more importantly, which target should he aim for?
Not only did Ye Huan lose his focus; even Weiyang struggled to control the fire dragon and didn’t know what to do. With determination, Weiyang showcased his unparalleled magical talent and control by causing the fire dragon to explode. The Fourth-Rank Fire Dragon Technique instantly transformed into Third-Rank Fire Magic—Fire Cloud—spreading outward in all directions…
The men in black retreated a considerable distance to avoid getting contaminated by the Fire Element. The immediate crisis was finally resolved, but what would happen next? It was clear that the Dragon Hall members would not allow Weiyang any time to continue preparing spells. Ye Huan's firearms were of no help; would they really have to resort to using M67 fragmentation grenades and take them all down together?
"We should go help, quickly."
Just as Ye Huan was feeling troubled, the little princess suddenly spoke up, addressing her father’s Sixth-Level Warrior. This proved she wasn’t just a pretty face; she understood that they were all in this together with Ye Huan.
However, Ye Huan didn’t share her optimism. Fighting alongside a woman who kept a hen as a pet? Was that reliable? Before he could voice his concerns, the little princess boldly stepped up to Ye Huan's side.
"Hey, can you stop interrupting?" Ye Huan said, glancing at the woman beside him, feeling that she lacked combat prowess.
The little princess shot him an annoyed look and proudly puffed out her already developed chest. "Are you underestimating me? I’m a Third-Rank Warrior!"
"...."
Staring at the princess's ample bosom, Ye Huan had to admit he never intended to underestimate her...
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Meanwhile, in a corner of the Trial Assembly venue, amidst the chaos outside, Zhang Feng hurriedly pulled up his pants after wiping himself. He muttered, "Why did I have to get diarrhea at a time like this? Damn it, what's happening outside? It's so noisy!"
Standing upright after adjusting his pants, Zhang Feng stepped out from the bushes and froze in place. The Trial Assembly venue was in disarray, with shouts of battle echoing from the entrance. Everything left him completely stunned. After a moment of shock, he finally reacted and dashed toward the central platform, cursing under his breath as he ran: "Damn!"
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