Chapter 190

Salduo had dominated the West District for a long time, and no one in the Golden Alliance had ever heard anyone dare to speak to Salduo like this.

One after another, they raised their heads in surprise, looking at Musha sitting in front of them.

Salduo's face was even gloomier, but he waved his hand and shouted, and someone immediately opened the door of the council hall.

Through the door of the council hall, one could see the training ground located at the bottom of the pyramid, where the Golden Guards trained on weekdays.

Musha said something to his followers standing outside the hall, and someone immediately went down to notify the Half-Dragon Guard.

Very quickly, on the training ground, which was a thousand meters long and wide, two teams of elite warriors walked up.

It was Salduo's elite, the Golden Guard, all wearing golden armor, white cloaks, and matching long spears, short swords, and round shields.

On the Half-Dragon Legion side, they wore iron-gray light armor, both hands holding slashing knives, and arm shields equipped on their arms.

From the appearance alone, the Golden Legion was aggressive, while the Half-Dragon Legion was filled with a bloody aura and was taller.

Before the two sides had even started fighting, their momentum was already entangled, suppressing the surroundings.

The lords of the Golden Alliance couldn't help but swallow their saliva; regardless of which side, their troops were no match.

An administrative officer of Salduo's territory acted as a referee, stepped forward, and announced the start.

Boom!

Both sides erupted with power at the same time and launched a charge directly!

Golden and blood-red light filled the entire training ground, directly blowing away quite a bit of the floor.

Rolling smoke and dust rose in all directions; fortunately, everyone was at the top of the pyramid, so they could still see the clear battle process.

It was called a confrontation, but neither side held back, basically fighting to the standard of actual combat.

Blades met blood, and spears met red.

Anyway, this was the base camp, with sufficient medical teams, and Salduo also had sufficient recovery potions.

As long as they didn't die on the spot, they could be saved.

This battle had to be fought.

Musha wanted to see the Golden Alliance, to see Salduo's quality, and Salduo also wanted to use this to evaluate the combat power of Chen Ping's troops.

And as the battle progressed, both sides began to fall into a stalemate.

The bloody battle situation, as well as the endless stream of combat skills, made other lords' hearts jump.

Everyone was a level 5 lord, but Salduo and Musha were clearly a level stronger than them.

Slowly, Salduo's Golden Guard finally gained the upper hand, slowly suppressing the Half-Dragon Legion back.

However, Salduo's expression was not good.

Because Musha had said before that his Half-Dragon Legion had been broken by Chen Ping's elite in one encounter!

And him!? It took a full ten minutes to start suppressing...

"Enough!"

Salduo shouted angrily, terminating the battle below.

Musha also made a gesture, letting his subordinates retreat.

The medical team that had been prepared long ago rushed up to treat the warriors of both sides.

"If I were leading the army myself, breaking your guard would only take three minutes!"

Salduo glared at Musha, holding up three fingers.

However, Musha responded with a cold laugh.

"I didn't activate my lord talent either; I have a combat talent!"

"Then how could Chen Ping break your guard in one encounter!?"

"If I knew, would I have let him stand firm in the South District!"

The second and third on the points list were almost face-to-face, cursing angrily, scaring the surrounding lords into trembling like quails.

Chen Ping's name was frequently mentioned in their ears, giving them the feeling of a dark cloud hanging over their heads, completely blocking the sunlight.

How could there be such an opponent?

How many sessions of the

In the past, they only felt Chen Ping was formidable, but they still had confidence in confronting Chen Ping at the end of the trial, even harboring the idea of defeating him.

But with Mu Sha's arrival, all of this was ruthlessly popped like a bubble.

According to Chen Ping's development speed, if they really waited until the late stage of the trial, they might not even have the qualifications to compete...

The people below dared not look up, and the person above was gasping for breath from scolding.

Since entering the Trial World, this was the first time Sa Erduo had lost his composure so much; he had none of the poise of the Golden Family.

He leaned back in his golden throne, his chest heaving violently.

"Did you obtain your opportunity?"

Sa Erduo suddenly asked.

As top-tier noble families of the Human Alliance, their tacit understanding was the clues to opportunities within the Trial World.

Sa Erduo had long since obtained his opportunity and was rapidly digesting it.

The abilities previously displayed by the Golden Legion were partly brought about by that opportunity.

As for Mu Sha's Half-Dragon legion, he hadn't seen any evolution or transformation; only now, having calmed down, did he ask.

Who knew that upon this question, Mu Sha's expression became even uglier.

"I didn't find it; the Dragon Race opportunity suddenly disappeared without a trace and turned into the Ox-Demon race..."

Mu Sha took the Ox-Demon statue out from his bosom, his expression looking like he had eaten excrement.

Sa Erduo was stunned upon hearing this; he hadn't expected Mu Sha to have failed to find his opportunity—wasn't that the same as starting from scratch?

This was equivalent to wasting his advantage; he had only used half of his powerful background.

No wonder Mu Sha had traveled thousands of miles, risking a crossing through the Mist Zone to unite with him; it turned out his opportunity was lost.

Thinking of this, Sa Erduo suddenly sat up straight.

"Even if I didn't get my opportunity, don't you count on me submitting to you."

Seeing Sa Erduo's reaction, Mu Sha thought he wanted to take the opportunity to suppress him; how could he allow that?

Who knew Sa Erduo would wave his hand and have his subordinates bring up a golden box.

He opened the box, revealing a dragon-shaped statue inside that was as black as ink.

Upon seeing that statue, Mu Sha couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"This is something I collected in the Mist Zone, a Black Demon Dragon statue. Since you didn't get the orthodox Dragon Race opportunity, the Black Demon Dragon will also do..."

"How can a Black Demon Dragon count as a dragon!"

"Bullshit! How does a black dragon not count as a dragon!"

Sa Erduo looked heartbroken and pointed at Mu Sha, cursing loudly.

You've already been reduced to the point of having your base territory snatched away, yet you're still clinging to so-called orthodox or unorthodox concepts.

The most important thing for you, Mu Sha, right now is to strengthen your own power; otherwise, you have no qualifications to participate in the upcoming competition!

Once he finishes digesting his own opportunity, his strength will take another leap; do you think you, Mu Sha, will still want to be on equal footing then? Keep dreaming!

Being scolded by Sa Erduo, Mu Sha's face was twisted to the point where it was almost unrecognizable.

When Sa Erduo finished speaking, he slapped the golden box down in front of Mu Sha, and the Black Demon Dragon inside rolled out with a thud.

"If you only have the potential you've shown so far, then I'm sorry, you won't be able to get an equal alliance from me."

"I will raise the troops of the West District, likewise invade your South District, and have a go with Chen Ping in the South District first."

"As for your Holy Spirit Alliance, heh..."

Sa Erduo dropped this statement and then looked at Mu Sha gloomily.

As someone from the Golden Family, he possessed sufficient rationality and strategic vision.

He now clearly understood the gap between himself and Chen Ping and was facing this gap squarely.

That was why he would directly take out his own gains from the mist to enhance the strength of his "ally."

But if Mu Sha still clung to outdated concepts, then he wouldn't be polite anymore and would send troops directly to the South District.

If Chen Ping can eat, why can't I, Sa Erduo, eat?

Mu Sha clenched his hands, and faint blood-red energy appeared on his body; clearly, his state of mind was extremely unstable.

It was unknown how much time passed before he closed his eyes in dejection and threw the Ox-Demon statue to Sa Erduo.

"I won't take advantage of you; the Ox-Demon is yours, the Black Demon Dragon is mine."

"Good! Then I will wait for your results!"

Sa Erduo caught the Ox-Demon statue; this thing at least counted as an extra boost, so it wasn't a loss.