Chapter 1484: A Casual Strike

Lu Zhenda glanced at Gewanuosai and added.

It is fortunate that it was just a casual strike; otherwise... it would not have been so decent.

Chanaisaikong stood where he was, his hands still behind his back, but his heart no longer held its previous composure.

Another guard behind him had already hurried over, crouched down, and reached out to check the pulse on the side of his fallen companion's neck.

That guard pressed his hand against the other's neck, paused for about two seconds, then looked up at Chanaisaikong and shook his head slightly.

He is unconscious, with severe injuries all over his body.

The corners of Chanaisaikong's mouth twitched slightly, but he quickly returned to a neutral expression.

He turned to Lu Zhenda and put on a smile.

The guards of the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance are indeed worthy of their reputation. It seems the guards of our Xikushi United Nations truly need to strengthen their training.

He turned his head and said to the guard crouching on the ground.

Help him up and take him down to rest.

The guard nodded, bent down to drag his unconscious colleague up from the ground, draped one arm over his own shoulder, and half-dragged, half-supported him toward the corner of the hall.

Chanaisaikong bowed slightly to Lu Zhenda.

Many thanks to Lord Lu for being willing to give us this opportunity; I have learned a lesson.

"Go, and do not disturb me with such boring matters again."

Chanaisaikong turned and walked toward his seating area, maintaining the composure expected of a Diplomat.

But the moment he lowered his head, his expression became extremely ferocious.

Just after he sat back in his seat, he heard some unpleasant sounds.

After those few people from the Ash Star Alliance sat back in their seats, their voices were lowered, but the hall was not very large, and there was only a set of empty low tables between Chanaisaikong's position and the Ash Star Alliance's seating area.

Those hushed voices drifted over in fragments.

Keleisen said in a low voice.

Too fast. That Xikushi guard was over three meters tall, and he didn't even react before he was sent flying.

The person next to him replied.

Do you think that move by the Xiuluo guard meant he didn't even take their provocation seriously?

Didn't you see it?

Another voice joined in.

That left hand came up, and I didn't even see how it made contact before that guard was already against the wall. I remember Watake from the Yinsan side saying just now that he was watching the whole time and didn't even see the process in the middle.

I didn't see it either; I blinked, and the person was already flying away.

Then what is the point of fighting? When facing someone like that, there is no possibility of exchanging blows at all. Look at him standing there; he didn't even make a preparatory move. The Xikushi guard was rolling his shoulders and striking poses, and after finishing a whole set of fancy tricks, he just got slapped.

The description of "a slap" brought a few light chuckles from the Ash Star Alliance's seats.

Chanaisaikong gripped his cup with his right hand, feeling extremely, extremely angry inside.

The Yinsan Alliance side was also conversing in low voices.

Watake's voice came from the position on the right.

I said it before, the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance would not retreat a single step. But to be honest, I really didn't expect it to end in one strike.

The young Diplomat's voice followed.

How many guards of that kind does the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance actually have?

Watake recalled.

Look at the golden Power Armor that person is wearing; I have never seen that standard in the equipment depots of any known faction. If this is just one of their ordinary guards...

An ordinary guard?

The young Diplomat's voice suddenly rose, but realizing it was inappropriate, he hurriedly lowered his voice.

You call this an ordinary guard? He slapped that Xikushi guard unconscious. If the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance has this level of combat power everywhere...

It can't be all of them.

Watake interrupted him.

If every soldier in the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance had this level of combat power, the entire Bode Star System would have been theirs long ago. I suspect the number of guards at this level is very limited; they should be elite units specifically used to protect important figures.

The young Diplomat said after a moment of Silence.

Even if they are elite units... it only took one slap. To deal with such elite units, how many people would it take to bridge the gap?

"Who knows?"

Watake's compound eyes rotated, his gaze drifting toward that golden figure.

Chanaisaikong sat in his seat, hearing every single word of these conversations.

One slap.

To deal with such elite units, how many people would it take to bridge the gap?

Every sentence was like a thin needle pricking his eardrum.

His own behavior just now was like a clown, providing the diplomats of other factions with plenty of gossip.

His gaze fell back onto Gewanuosai.

Chanaisaikong stared at his back for several seconds, and a thought surfaced in his mind.

The Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance only brought one guard this time to attend the coronation ceremony of the Luoke Imperium.

Although that guard was ridiculously strong, there was only one of him.

A truly massive military force could not possibly send all its top combat power to escort a single envoy, which means that guards of that level are not numerous within the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance, at least not enough to be distributed casually.

If there is only this one, then the military deterrent power of the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance must be re-evaluated.

A super combatant is certainly terrifying, but on the battlefield, one person cannot change the outcome of a war.

In the end, a war still relies on military discipline and a powerful fleet.

Thinking of this, Chanaisaikong shifted his gaze away from Gewanuosai, and the oppression in his heart lessened slightly.

The Keluoke attendant in the hall walked over cautiously to return the moved low tables to their original positions.

Lu Zhenda sat in his original seat, the drink in his cup already finished, his gaze sweeping across the representatives of the various factions in the hall.

Every Alien his gaze swept over either lowered their head or looked away; not a single Alien met his eyes for more than a second.

Lu Zhenda looked toward the direction of the hall entrance and asked in a casual tone.

How much longer until the coronation ceremony?

The Keluoke attendant standing nearby hurriedly bowed to answer.

Replying to you, my lord, there is about one standard hour left. His Majesty's coronation ceremony will be held in the main hall of the Imperial Palace, and someone will be assigned to lead the way at that time.

Lu Zhenda nodded slightly and said in a calm tone.

"The etiquette of the Aliens is truly cumbersome and useless."

This Keluoke attendant could only nod awkwardly, not daring to speak.