Chapter 1772: Rising Fame (14)

Watching the lords who came to support Lu Yi, Zhao Chi was a bit stunned.

There really were a lot of people.

Looking at those lords' names, he still had some impression of them — basically all of them were former students of the Eighth Academy.

Cao Feng went without saying.

Liu Fang and Li Yue were from other classes, and their combat power was now also 400-500, considered fairly decent development.

Zhang Lu and Zhao Jie were lords from the previous cohort, the same cohort as Su Qin. He had heard Su Qin mention them before — they had also just recently entered town-level not long ago, and their strength was comparable to Geng Zhan and the others.

So many people had come.

It seemed they were all very concerned about Lu Yi.

Beautiful women really do get preferential treatment sometimes, especially when one's own side has the advantage — they truly never lack simps around them.

Although their combat power was all just average, added together they had over 6,600 combat power in total.

Just as he was watching, another town-level lord with 2,000 combat power entered to provide support.

The next second, Lu Yi's battlefield's distress signal also disappeared.

Not bad.

Lu Yi's side had over 8,600 combat power in total, fighting against the enemy's 2,500 — completely safe and steady.

Moreover, those male lords would surely compete to show off... Lu Yi probably wouldn't even need to lift a hand.

It's just that without contribution, there are no spoils of war.

Not necessarily...

Perhaps there would even be male lords voluntarily yielding benefits — Lu Yi might not be without spoils.

The big spoils definitely wouldn't be given, but equipment, resources, fashion items, props and so on — they would probably all be very generous.

Lu Yi might very well obtain more spoils than those combat lords.

Quite possible.

Zhao Chi looked at the other friendly lords — all of them also had friendly support pouring in.

There were even excess reinforcements.

For example, at Lu Yi's place.

Soon, a large number of distress signals disappeared.

The remaining ones were just ones that hadn't been cancelled in time.

Zhao Chi took a look and had no interest in going in to support.

So...

There really was no more fighting to be had.

He had originally wanted to find an enemy with 50,000 combat power to test his skills, but there wasn't much chance.

He hoped the next battle wouldn't match him with any enemies again.

But if enemies don't get matched to him, they'll get matched to others, and then he'll enter as reinforcements too — unable to fight the enemy alone.

A bit tricky.

Does he have to wait until the next encounter battle?

Zhao Chi really hadn't had his fill yet.

Forget it, let it be for now.

At least the World Seal Lock problem was resolved, and the losses on the World-Breaking Army's side weren't too great — that was acceptable.

Everything else could wait for another chance.

Coming back to his senses.

Pulling his attention back to his own battlefield.

Screams still echoed all around.

Those female elves were stuck together, wailing nonstop.