Kexiao still couldn't simultaneously withstand the attack of four opponents, and his offense was far less sharp than that of Shadow Rider; he often looked for weaknesses while defending, comparing their abilities and making swift judgments.

Of course, the strength of their opponents wasn't on the same level; the Haier Brothers, who were in the elite Red Robe Realm, had significantly inferior suppression abilities compared to an ace. Although this concept cannot be generalized, since reaching the extreme of the Red Robe Realm actually meant there should be no difference in actual combat ability, the Haier Brothers truly hadn't reached that level.

The screen showed that only when the Savior's mechs appeared did Revenge Shadow Rider stop his attacks, watching as the five super warriors gradually departed... His physical strength was clearly no longer at its peak, which was the main reason why Revenge Shadow Rider seemed to be under pressure.

Comparing strengths isn't just about surface appearances—just like asking someone who's just finished a long run to race against someone bursting with energy, the latter would definitely have the advantage—Blood and Passion clearly favored Revenge Shadow Rider, and as the host provided various objective comments, the entire plaza gradually descended into a boiling sea...

It was known all along that those scoundrels from Saudi were no good; Revenge Shadow Rider is invincible, how could he possibly be suppressed? Although Kexiao isn't weak, but, Shadow Rider is stronger.

What could be more convincing than this real battlefield footage? None. Let all those foreign media who like to spread rumors and pass wind in their trousers go to hell; this day belongs to Shadow Rider.

As for the rumors on the outside, Kexiao usually just laughed them off. Without reaching the same level, one could never understand that battle relies on more than just single-sided offense.

He never denied the strength of Revenge Shadow Rider, who also brought great pressure to him, but it was not as exaggerated as the outside comments suggested.

To put it bluntly, after the last probing, Kexiao already had a relative measure of his strength. Even against Feng Yi at his peak (not including the mid-phase of Legendary Realm), he believed he had a not insignificant chance of winning.

Jiu Ling was clearly holding a grudge against Mary's death, trying to speak several times but swallowing her words each time. Seizing the opportunity to return to her country, she decided to ask a question that had long been suppressed before departing, "Kexiao, why didn't you let Ghost 3 join the battle at that time? If he had been there, the outcome might have been different."

"I had my reasons for not letting him fight. Go execute your mission. This is not your concern."

Seeing this, Jiu Ling said no more and gracefully left the room...

Ghost 3, the sniper hiding behind the mysterious mask—if his identity were that simple, Kexiao would not have concealed it until now, why would he wait until now?

Whether it was the Twin Stars battlefield, the V583 space fortress, or the Bermuda central galaxy, it seemed as though fate was playing a joke on him with every battle.

If the super warriors had managed to fight without errors in that battle, they could have become the best link to change the course of the central region's battles. If it hadn't been for the interference from the National Council, the Twin Stars battlefield wouldn't have fallen.

Now, even Ghost 3 seemed somewhat unstable. The federal super warrior sniper, originally known as 'Mu Tou,' now, if possible, he would try to avoid any contact between Ghost 3 and any of the federal super warriors, especially when Dovir was present.

Kexiao was truly worried sick about this war. Saudi's space forces, lacking in super warriors, were no longer suited for combat, and their fleet returned to Saudi the same day.

At the same moment, on Planet A, beneath the night sky, savoring the cold wind blowing in his face, Feng Yi drank a deep gulp of alcohol and couldn't help but sigh softly, "Is this another night without light...?"

His time, maybe, was indeed running short, even the Holy Spirit Elixir seemed unable to effectively suppress the worsening condition of his body.

The Blade Warrior had once warned that to maintain his physical condition, he mustn't continue to fight, at least not maintain high-intensity battles like now. The life code in his body could be classified as a genetic anomaly caused by the interaction between yin and yang. From a scientific perspective, it's called a genetic code anomaly.

What's laughable is that typically anomalies in humans result in the awakening of dormant potentials and other special abilities, whereas Feng Yi's situation lacked any positive effects, and it was an irreversible process. The Holy Spirit Elixir could only maintain the balance of his body; if he continued to fight and disrupted this balance, his life might only last less than two years.

Time flies; in the blink of an eye, half a year has quietly passed, and the messages from his body kept reminding him that he didn't have much time left. Although the pain wasn't particularly obvious, Feng Yi felt that this process couldn't last much longer.

He initially planned to continue observing the dynamics of the empire for some time, but now it seemed that he had to take action ahead of schedule.

As the imperial fleet entered the Bermuda Central Galaxy and it was confirmed that Kexiao was indeed in that region—because Feng Yi had also learned from the Star Domain Broadcast about the appearance of a white mech—he finally resolved to continue with the original plan.

Life is truly beautiful… Brother Feng has harbored a dream since he was young: to voyage through the magnificent starry universe and explore the unknown. Now, it seems that dreams really can't withstand the erosion of reality.

But, it's all good...

A man without moderation is no gentleman, and one with little courage is no hero. Feng Yi never bothered to dwell on the past—whether it was the powder keg that had once put his life on the line or the Mengdie that led to the condition of his body.

Taking advantage of the fact that the fleet's lights were still on, Feng Yi wanted to talk to John about life that very night. This guy was his first comrade-in-arms in Mardis.

Who would have guessed that upon reaching the deck of the fleet, he would find the old brother vigorously training an elite unit, even late at night.

"At ease, attention, count off."

"1, 2, 3... complete squad."

"Too quiet, count off again."

"1, 2, complete squad"

"Still too soft, once more."

In the midst of the deafening roars was the spirited scene of the officers and soldiers…

The current prestige of the Blazing Legion filled Feng Yi with a sense of gratification. He didn't know when it happened, but even he, once fodder on the battlefield, had become a general leading soldiers, bustling about in the fight.

Seeing Feng Yi arrive, those with lesser ranks but greater airs—from the smokers to the passersby—all instinctively straightened their backs, stamped out their cigarette butts, and quickly displayed their sharp military bearing. Everyone still knew what image should be presented during training and downtime.

Feng Yi couldn't help but laugh, giving a wry smile and shaking his head without saying anything…

It was only when 8 o'clock in the evening arrived and the elite unit that John had personally trained had completely finished their work that Feng Yi asked him to have a drink.

"Yo, boss, what brings you to this fine taste today?"

"Looking at you, all roguish, what's with the change? Have you been hanging out with pirates these days that even your way of speaking has changed?"

John bellowed with laughter, "I think it's you, the legion commander, who's changed. Isn't this our army's tradition?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Yi couldn't help but smirk, and the two jauntily set off to find a place to drink…

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