Chapter 82

"Brothers, next, shout out NXG’s spirit with me!"

As the BP ended, Jiao Yang, who had been waiting below, immediately stood up and grabbed a rally flag from the railing beside him.

Whoosh!

With a fierce swing, the team’s logo blazed like blue-and-white flames across the arena, instantly drawing countless eyes.

Even the OB director noticed the commotion in the audience and quickly shifted the camera to this spot.

Viewership for this match exceeded expectations; Chen Ziaon’s precise gunplay and Liliang’s final sacrifice moved many.

Lan Yingchen’s greatest advantage was that she told Xu Yuan everything without being asked—no secrets, nothing withheld.

Carrying her fury, Cheng Yue didn’t even glance at Lan Yingchen, who had brought her the news; she seized the spirit of Yang Paifeng and stormed out of the tent.

Where the two lamp posts fell, two vast inland seas formed: the Helka Inland Sea and the Linjiel Inland Sea. Meanwhile, Almaran Island, where the Valar and Valier dwelled, was utterly destroyed, so the Valar and Valier relocated to Aman and raised the Pelóri Mountains.

"I’ve heard Brother Jian has never lost in gambling for over a decade—if I could be the first to make him lose everything, I’d feel honored," Mr. Gao said with a calm smile; he was already certain.

This wouldn’t be a fatal issue in a typical great house—Kura Yoshikage couldn’t fight either, yet still held his seat—but in the loose, martial-arts-worshipping Gashia Clan, it was a serious problem.

Those on the rooftop were terrified and confused, watching helplessly as the tragedy unfolded further.

"Please deliver this transmission jade tablet to the Zheng family. If they truly are beyond saving, let them perish on their own," Zheng Sanguan said, handing Bo Ankang a jade tablet with a message embedded.

In disappointment, everyone sighed deeply—even Liu Jianguo’s face twitched.

This was precisely what Gao Qiu had long awaited: to have the Son of Heaven grant Zhong Shidao the title of Prince, humiliating Tong Guan severely—ideally driving him to rage until he bled to death, thus relieving Gao Qiu’s bitter resentment.

Xia Feng saw they still said nothing, and said: "That’s all I have to say. I leave your choices to you. Farewell." With that, he dismounted, picked up his twin hammers, and rode off.

Diaochan burst into loud sobs: "I don’t care! Why didn’t you tell me before? I refuse to accept it—I’m staying with Brother Xia Feng!" And she wept loudly again.

Jiaodong produced no warhorses; their source had to be purchased from elsewhere. Due to geography, the National Defense Army’s warhorses mainly came from purchasing them from Zhang Xiu in Liaodong. But due to years of war, Zhang Xiu tightly controlled horse supplies.

"What did Wan Yinxī say to you? What did she do?" she asked with a smile after he let her go.

Before the words ended, another slap struck her face—harder than the last, louder, leaving five bright red finger marks; her cheek burned fiercely, nearly unbearable.

Xia Feng thought of the famous generals of the Three Kingdoms, hoping to find another suitable commander for the Assault Unit.

If he hadn’t met this team, who were out searching for survivors, he’d have died in the bear’s jaws—his current captain had merely glanced at the black bear, and though he held two Type 95 rifles, still fled in panic.

Lin Qingxuan parried low and thrust high, using his body technique to dodge continuously as streaks of lightning kept lashing at the half-demon.

Two sharp cracks rang out—Jiang Yifeng and Zhao Laier’s flying swords were instantly severed, and both immediately spat out mouthfuls of blood.