Chapter 299: Stay and Fight Together, or Die!

"You...!"

Wu Kelin gritted his teeth, clearly a little riled up.

The fierce argument echoed through the cave.

The two faced off, neither willing to back down.

"That's a Divine Casting Stone!" Ruan Wen roared. "A treasure you might never see again in your entire life!"

"If your life's gone, what's the damn use of a treasure!"

Wu Kelin fired back.

"Cowards! The people of Ma Bian Country are all cowards!"

"Fool! You're dragging everyone down to die with you!"

The argument reached a stalemate.

Neither could convince the other.

Just then.

Siam Country captain Sompa took a deep breath.

Inside, he was in the throes of an inner battle.

On one side, reason told him Wu Kelin was right.

Lin Mo was dangerous—extremely dangerous.

On the other side.

Was the deadly lure radiating from the Divine Casting Stone.

Was the disgrace he might face upon returning home.

If he went back just like this, his mentor, classmates, friends would all know.

That a Divine Casting Stone had slapped him in the face, yet he had fled without even daring to glance at it—all because of one person from Dragon Country.

Then he might never be able to hold his head up again for the rest of his life.

Sompa closed his eyes.

His fists clenched tight.

A few seconds later.

He snapped his eyes open.

A look of resolute ruthlessness shone in his gaze.

"Wu Kelin."

Sompa spoke slowly, rising to his feet.

"I've made my decision."

He walked over to Ruan Wen's side, taking his side.

"I'm going with Ruan Wen!"

Hearing Sompa's declaration.

A satisfied smile surfaced on Ruan Wen's face.

"Good!"

"Good brother!"

Ruan Wen patted Sompa on the shoulder.

Then he turned his head, looking at the Thousand Islands Country captain Su Xiluo, who had stayed silent all this while.

"Su Xiluo."

Ruan Wen pointed his dagger at him.

"What about you?"

"Are you going to be a deserter alongside this coward, or are you coming with us to take back the glory and the Divine Casting Stone that belong to us?"

Every gaze converged on Su Xiluo.

Su Xiluo swallowed.

He looked at Wu Kelin, then at Ruan Wen and Sompa.

Beads of sweat seeped out on his forehead.

He was torn.

He was originally a man who went with the flow.

But Ruan Wen's words had indeed struck his sore spot.

The lure of the Divine Casting Stone.

The humiliation of being scared off by a single person.

Su Xiluo clenched his teeth and suddenly stood up.

"Dammit!"

Su Xiluo cursed.

"If I'm gonna die, then die!"

"I've had enough of this crap too!"

"Let's do it!"

"I want to have a go at that Dragon Country bastard too!"

"I refuse to believe he's really grown three heads and six arms!"

"I refuse to believe that with so many of us, we can't take down a single person from Dragon Country if we all go at him together!"

"Kill him!"

With Su Xiluo's declaration.

Wu Kelin watched the scene, his face deathly pale.

He pointed at the three, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

"Crazy..."

"You are all damn crazy!"

Wu Kelin ground his teeth and cursed.

"That Lin Mo from Dragon Country is highly likely a monster who destroyed those three kingdoms single-handedly!"

"You are going to your deaths!"

"I won't go mad with you!"

Wu Kelin spun around abruptly.

"We, Ma Bian Country, withdraw from the Four-Nation Alliance. Goodbye!"

Having said that.

Wu Kelin, without looking back, lifted his leg and walked toward the cave entrance.

He wanted to slip away quickly before Lin Mo arrived.

However.

Just as he had taken only a few steps.

A afterimage flashed past.

Ruan Wen flashed directly in front of Wu Kelin, blocking his way.

The dagger in his hand was held horizontally across his chest.

Blocking Wu Kelin's path.

"What are you doing?"

Wu Kelin frowned and demanded in a harsh voice.

Ruan Wen smiled sinisterly.

"Leaving?"

"Where do you think you're going?"

The smile on Ruan Wen's face gradually faded, his eyes turning extremely cold.

"Wu Kelin, are you thinking too simply about this?"

Ruan Wen turned his head.

Looking at Song Pa and Su Xiluo, he began to incite them:

"Two brothers!"

"If he leaves now, isn't that weakening our combat power?"

"We are about to face the Ultimate Boss and must also guard against that Dragon Country person!"

"His desertion at the critical moment is no different from stabbing us in the back!"

Ruan Wen turned back, staring fiercely at Wu Kelin.

"Moreover."

"They are holding twenty Special Weapons in their hands!"

"If these Special Weapons are taken away and fall into Lin Mo's hands..."

"Wouldn't that be aiding the enemy?!"

Ruan Wen pushed his dagger slightly forward.

"So."

"Today, you of Ma Bian Country must either stay and fight with us."

"Or..."

"Hand over all the Special Weapons in your hands!"

Hearing Ruan Wen's shameless words.

Song Pa and Su Xiluo exchanged a glance.

Then.

The two also drew their weapons and, leading their men, surrounded them.

"Ruan Wen is right."

Song Pa said coldly.

"Wu Kelin, you may leave, but the Special Weapons must stay!"

Su Xiluo also chimed in:

"Deserting at the critical moment, stabbing us in the back, and expecting to escape unscathed? Dream on!"

In an instant.

Wu Kelin was surrounded in the middle by the group.

Swords drawn and bows bent.

Wu Kelin trembled all over with rage.

"You..."

"You bandits! Shameless scum!"

Wu Kelin roared in fury.

But he was powerless to act.

Because he knew very well that Ma Bian Nation alone could never defeat the three nations united.

He was not that Lin Mo of Long Nation.

If they moved against them, Ma Bian Nation would die today without doubt.

Wu Kelin stood in place, his mind racing frantically.

If they handed over the Special Weapons.

Never mind whether they would keep their word and spare Ma Bian Nation's life.

Even if they managed to survive until the end of the Ten Thousand Nations Battlefield.

Losing twenty strategic-level Special Weapons, the higher-ups back in Ma Bian Nation would never let him live.

Wu Kelin clenched his teeth.

If they stayed and fought together…

Eighty prodigies, eighty Special Weapons.

Logically, that was indeed a force not to be underestimated.

What if, as Ruan Wen said, Lin Mo wasn't as strong as imagined?

What if Lin Mo was merely a scavenger?

If that were the case.

These eighty of us might actually kill Lin Mo.

It seemed there was no choice left before him.

Only this one mad gamble remained.

Wu Kelin closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

Moments later.

He slowly opened his eyes.

"Fine."

"I hope…"

"That you're right, Ruan Wen."

"I hope that man from Long Nation is truly just a paper tiger who scavenges luck."

Hearing Wu Kelin's surrender,

"Hahaha…"

Ruan Wen burst into loud laughter.

He sheathed his dagger, stepped forward, and slammed his hand hard on Wu Kelin's shoulder.

"That's the spirit, brother!"

"Our four-nation alliance, with so many people and such a powerful lineup—back in past Ten Thousand Nations Battlefields, this was a top-tier force."

"Why fear a single man from Long Nation?"

Ruan Wen turned and looked toward the open ground outside the cave.

His eyes brimmed with madness and greed.

"Let's go!"

"Go claim our Divine Casting Stone!"

"Today, let us end this Long Nation man's myth!"

"Kill!!!"