Chapter 275: The First Kill Belongs to Tianzhu!

"The Four Nations Alliance?"

Su Xiluo, captain of the Qiandao team, frowned.

"That's right."

Song Pa nodded, a gleam of excitement on his face.

"Four nations united—eighty top prodigies! Eighty specialized weapons!"

"If these eighty of us bind together as one!"

"Even the Ying and Da Han nations trying to devour us will shatter their teeth!"

As these words were spoken,

many around him showed signs of interest.

Eighty prodigies from various nations, eighty specialized weapons—

their combined power could indeed sweep away all opposition.

Ruan Wen, captain of the Yue team, stopped spinning his dagger.

He looked up and let out a cold laugh.

"Song Pa, an alliance is indeed a good idea."

"But the question is..."

"Who can guarantee you won't stab us in the back?"

"Here, murder isn't against the law."

Nearby,

Wu Kelin, captain of the Ma Bian team, adjusted his glasses.

"Exactly."

"A mere verbal agreement here is worth less than a scrap of paper."

"I don't want to be fighting the Ying nation while worrying about a cold arrow from behind."

"I have no desire to taste the flavor of being attacked from both front and rear."

Facing Ruan Wen and Wu Kelin's sharp doubts,

Song Pa remained calm.

He had dared to propose an alliance precisely because he had prepared thoroughly.

"The trust issue is easily resolved."

"My method is simple."

"Each nation's team has at least five core support members specializing in healing and buffs, correct?"

"If we're forming an alliance, let's go all the way."

"All four nations will exchange and redistribute their five core support members."

"Assign them into the other three nations."

Upon hearing this,

Wu Kelin instantly understood.

"So if anyone dares to plot treachery, we can instantly kill all their nation's support members..."

"Not a bad proposal."

"Hahahaha!"

Ruan Wen burst into laughter.

He resumed spinning his dagger.

"Good!"

"The Yue team agrees!"

Wu Kelin also laughed.

"A fair deal."

"The Ma Bian team has no objections."

Seeing this, Su Xiluo shrugged.

"Since no one objects, Qiandao joins."

Seeing the alliance formally established,

Song Pa nodded in satisfaction.

"Good."

"Now that trust is secured, what comes next is simple."

"All loot acquired by our four-nation alliance in this battlefield will be divided equally among the four nations."

"Any objections?"

"No problem!"

Ruan Wen nodded.

Wu Kelin and Su Xiluo both expressed agreement.

The alliance was settled.

The four teams quickly began exchanging personnel.

Watching the fully formed eighty-man formation,

Song Pa felt an unprecedented surge of pride.

"With this alliance of eighty men,"

"we are now the strongest force on this battlefield!"

Su Xiluo sneered.

"Shen Wuyue Jing, that fool, still thinks he can give orders."

"The Ying people are so used to being dogs, they actually believe they're masters now."

Wu Kelin pushed his glasses up, his tone mocking.

"The Da Han people are the same."

Ruan Wen toyed with his dagger, adding coldly,

"The Tianzhu people are even weirder—they really think drinking water from a filthy ditch makes them invincible."

"But..."

Ruan Wen shifted his gaze to Song Pa.

"How do we handle that lone guy from Long?"

"Long?"

Song Pa snorted at the mention.

He didn't even have the desire to discuss it.

"Who cares about him?"

"Just a fool who doesn't know his own death."

"Don't waste energy on trash—let the other three nations deal with him casually."

Everyone nodded.

In their eyes, that lone Long man wasn't even worthy of being their prey.

At this moment,

Song Pa turned his head.

His gaze fixed on the blood-red array ahead.

【Kill Protection Timer: 1 minute 50 seconds.】

"Everyone."

"The first kill drops a specialized weapon."

"Now, this is our four-nation alliance's first joint operation."

Song Pa's voice dripped with absolute confidence.

"Eighty men allied, eighty specialized weapons."

"I refuse to believe we can't seize this first kill!"

"I refuse to believe our burst speed can't outpace those arrogant bastards from Da Han, Ying, and Tianzhu!"

"Get ready! The first-kill announcement across the entire battlefield will belong to our four-nation alliance!"

At the same moment,

in the western ruins of the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield,

between massive shattered walls and ruins,

twenty Tianzhu prodigies stood silently in place.

Directly before them,

stood the same blood-red array.

Within the array, a furious four-headed stone gargoyle boss was sealed.

The countdown was rapidly ticking away.

At the front of the formation.

Amir, the top prodigy of India, had his eyes closed.

His upper body was bare, hands clasped together.

His expression was calm, radiating an air of aristocratic superiority.

As if the thick stench of smoke around him could not taint him in the slightest.

"Lord Amir."

A member of the Indian team, Rajat, crept forward cautiously.

He kept his head bowed, daring not to look directly at Amir.

"We've been completely ignoring the Ying country representative—won't that be inappropriate?"

Rajat swallowed hard.

"After all…"

"It was the Adams family who specifically requested that our seven nations jointly crush Longguo."

Upon hearing this,

Amir slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was utterly plain.

Not the slightest ripple—only a cold indifference, as if all living beings were ants.

"Jointly?"

"Longguo sent only one person. Do you think that fellow from Longguo deserves it?"

Rajat froze.

"But…"

Amir slightly lifted his head, gazing at the gray, hazy sky.

"Heh."

"You want me to lead a team, join forces with over a hundred others, just to hunt down one man from Longguo?"

"Do you think… that's appropriate?"

Rajat lowered his head.

"Understood, Lord Amir."

"But... what about the Ying country representative...?"

Amir shook his head slightly.

"Just a tiny island nation's representative. What right does he have to command me?"

"Then, Lord Amir, what should we do next?"

Rajat asked respectfully.

Amir spoke as if stating the obvious:

"It's simple."

"First, secure the first kill, then slowly hunt the boss, keep farming."

"If we see other nations' teams after they've cleared a boss and broadcast the coordinates—if they're nearby,"

"We'll just stop by, wipe them out, and claim their exclusive weapons."

His tone was casual.

Murder and plunder.

In his mouth, it became "a quick cleanup."

Rajat's heart trembled.

Lord Amir truly was formidable.

He didn't regard the prodigies of other nations at all.

"Then…"

Rajat hesitated, but finally asked the question.

"What about the man from Longguo?"

"Aren't we going to deal with him?"

Amir didn't even shift his gaze.

"Why bother?"

"Someone else will handle him."

"One hundred forty people total—besides us, there are still one hundred twenty."

"For us to hunt him down would be beneath us. Let others take care of it."

Amir closed his eyes, clasping his hands together once more.

"Get ready."

"The countdown is ending."

"The first kill belongs to India."