Chapter 1194: with translation of chapter title

Trying to sow discord?

Number One has already left, but those words shouted out still echo in the air.

Qian Sha, Feng Feng Shi, and even Shen Chuo, who was lying dead and hadn't yet resurrected, all heard it.

Number One's words were clearly meant to sow discord, yet surprisingly they worked quite well.

After seeing Xiao Feng's performance, everyone was greatly shocked by his strength; it turned out he could easily sweep aside many ultra-dimensional war machines, and aside from Number Two, Number Nine, and Number Twelve, it seemed no one could truly pose a threat to him.

Even as strong as Number One, Number Three, and Number Seven, these firepower specialists, plus Number Ten who can summon twenty god-king beings, cannot quickly kill Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng not only has high output, both single-target and area-of-effect are monstrous, and his defense is strong too; he can even heal himself!

He has no weaknesses, and that's the scariest part!

Speaking of one-on-one duels, only Number Two can force a 1‑for‑1 exchange with him, and while Number Two killing him costs one life, him killing Number Two costs two lives, and he still can't outlast him.

If no one can beat him in a duel, that's bad enough; even in small‑scale gang fights, victory isn't guaranteed.

At this moment, after Number One's provocation, even though everyone might want to regard Xiao Feng as a friend in their hearts, they still have to consider this issue.

Because there can be only one champion, ultimately only one person can stand in the Primeval World!

Even the last person to die would find it hard to become second place, since the second‑place ranking mainly depends on the number of team kills.

In these final days, as fewer and fewer people remain, their kill counts can hardly see any qualitative improvement.

If the kill‑ranking cannot be changed and they also can't secure first place, the rewards might end up rather mediocre.

Therefore, whoever it is will care greatly about the first‑place spot, eager to seize the opportunity!

And Xiao Feng is their biggest stumbling block!

The fallen have all gone to resurrect.

Cong Cong said before resurrecting: 'Little Gray! Trying to break us up because you can't beat us is naïve; we won't fall for that!'

Shen Chuo and Han Zichen didn't say much on the surface.

But Xiao Feng knew that Number One's words still had some effect. This is a blatant scheme; even though they see his intention to sow discord, they can't stop their allies from thinking that way.

"That fight was really spectacular!" Qian Sha flew back, praising.

Feng Feng Shi was still alive too, making the three of them the victors of this battle.

Of course, if Shen Chuo and Number Nine hadn't perished together, and Han Zichen and others hadn't helped share the firepower, the outcome would have been quite different.

"Let me ask if those robots are still coming."

Xiao Feng sent a private chat to Number Seventeen, asking: 'Are you still fighting? Continue next hour?'

After a moment, the Number Seventeen war machine replied: 'Fight! Don't leave, we'll call a few more helpers!'

"Calling for helpers? You really have a thick skin..." Xiao Feng laughed helplessly.

Number Seventeen said: 'Robots don't have a "thick skin" setting; Number One is currently unhappy, so we're getting serious.'

"You said the same thing before, and each time you were quite serious." Xiao Feng couldn't help but retort.

Actually, the Zu Jian Xing fleet has always been strong, but each member's ability is overly specialized—those who deal damage can only deal damage, assassins can only assassinate, with no all‑round development.

Otherwise, even with Qian Sha, Feng Feng Shi, and others fighting together, it would still be hard to oppose them.

This time, the entire Zu Jian Xing fleet was wiped out, losing many resurrection opportunities, truly a devastating loss.

If they come again next time, unless they use all their trump cards, their threat will surely keep dwindling.

Number Seventeen didn't continue chatting, fearing that saying too much would turn him into a tattletale revealing tactics.

"In a little over an hour they'll be back, and they want to summon even more helpers—looks like they won't be easy to deal with." Xiao Feng informed Qian Sha and Feng Feng Shi, and also let Shen Chuo and the others know via remote chat.

Upon hearing that, Qian Sha shook his head: 'Going head‑to‑head like this puts us at a disadvantage; we already have fewer experts, and my life‑saving abilities haven't cooled down yet after over an hour—I'm afraid we'll be wiped out in one wave.'

Xiao Feng shares the same worry: the Desolate God Step can be used only once a day, and the Waning Death Force also has a 24‑hour cooldown.

If we clash again at the next point, he won't be able to take it.

Shen Chuo's side replied: 'Let's call it quits for now; next time they'll come fully prepared, and we'll each be specifically countered—we definitely won't be a match. Moreover, you heard what Number One said; your strength will make many people wary, including us allies. I've known you early on, and as fellow humans we needn't engage in fierce internal strife, but Qian Sha and Cong Cong are outsiders, Han Zichen's relationship isn't that close, and Feng Feng Shi is mysterious and unknown. If anyone among them suddenly betrays us, things will get complicated.'

In other words, they don't intend to fight a second round.

Xiao Feng replied: 'I still have plenty of lives; dying once isn't a big deal. But I understand what you're saying—after we dispose of the Zu Jian Xing opponents, we'll inevitably become opponents ourselves, and there's no escaping that.'

Honestly, he isn't worried about teammates backstabbing him.

He has many lives left; even dying once won't harm his foundation.

But because of Number One's provocation, our alliance here seems to have loosened a bit.

Han Zichen also said: 'Brother Dao, maybe we should just forget it; facing them head‑on puts us at a disadvantage. If we find a chance to ambush them, without so many mechanized race helpers, it would be easier.'

Although she didn't say it outright, it's obvious she still cares a bit about her team being wiped out this time.

Her companions are almost out of resurrection chances, and her personal strength in the alliance is also relatively weak; she needs to stack ten divine punishments to reach her peak state, which is unfavorable for a showdown.

Xiao Feng understood her thought and said: 'Well, let's leave it at that for today. Be careful, don't let the Zu Jian Xing fleet target you, and we'll meet on the final day of the finals.'

Cong Cong, on the other hand, couldn't care less about life or death, or even winning or losing, because she feels she has no chance of taking first place; as long as she can kill a few more mechanical beings and vent her frustration, that's enough.

This attitude is very optimistic, even a bit simple, giving the impression of a child, and one can't help but smile knowingly.

"Qian Sha Brother, Feng Feng Shi, what do you say? Shen Chuo and Han Zichen aren't coming." Xiao Feng asked the two beside him.

Feng Feng Shi didn't say a word, merely hovering silently in the air, casually looking at the scenery, waiting for them to state their position first.

After her mount was put away, there was no one to speak for her—she truly is mute.

Qian Sha sighed: 'Looks like we can't keep the passion going all the way. Their choice is fine; in a peak‑level mass melee, they have fewer survival tools, so they're at a disadvantage—it's totally like they're doing our work for us. If they don't come, they don't come; we won't wait either, we'll split up and look for a chance to ambush the Zu Jian Xing people.'

"Well, then… let's disperse." Xiao Feng, understanding, nodded and said.

With conflicting interests, even if they get along well, they can't possibly maintain the alliance indefinitely.

This isn't the result of a single remark from Number One war machine; rather, the very union of everyone is flawed, not a monolithic block.

Fortunately, when they dispersed, they remained on good terms, and nobody stabbed anyone in the back.

Xiao Feng told Cong Cong and the Number Seventeen war machine not to fight, and Cong Cong still felt regretful about not being able to keep battling the mechanized race's Little Gray Grays.

Number 17 didn't say anything, merely replied, "Understood, I will tell Number 1."

Afterwards, Xiao Feng separated from Qian Sha and Feng Feng Shi, continuing to act alone.