"Fatty, are you referring to disguise threads?"

"That's right, buddy. When I was in the army, I saw scouts use this material frequently. Technically, weapons aren't allowed on the battlefield, but that doesn't exclude the possibility of auxiliary tools. Let's slow down and avoid these things."

"Understood."

As the Blade Warrior advanced, she became increasingly cautious. Along the way, she skillfully avoided the triple-layered threads, and when she was less than four hundred meters from the two teams, she could finally see them clearly. It was a relatively flat and open area.

Just as Fatty had predicted earlier, not everyone was willing to tolerate Cybelle's arrogance. Now, a team from an unknown country was in a standoff with Cybelle's four-person team, seemingly ready to clash at any moment.

The trio exchanged a glance, attempting to secretly observe the situation's evolution. Through lip-reading, the Blade Warrior could already deduce what they were discussing.

"Rekart's Cybelle, huh? Hmph, it's not that I haven't heard of you—a genius from the Silver Alliance's top military academy. But unfortunately, you've picked the wrong target. Not only will we not give you our rings, but you probably won't be able to keep your four's rings either."

"Is that so? You can try."

At this moment, Cybelle was all smiles, looking extremely pleasant—completely different from how he was when he encountered Zhang Xiaobo's team. As a Silver Alliance genius, Cybelle could still recognize Yita and Fatty; he even recognized the Blade Warrior.

In fact, Cybelle had long been aware of the two teams. Knowing Yita would be difficult to deal with, he tried to lure the three into the jungle through provocation, attempting to benefit from the struggle between the two tigers. Who knew Fatty would back down on the spot?

But this team from the Republic of Zana was different, totally unfamiliar. When the first plan failed, Cybelle directly approached them. Isn't there a saying: 'pick the softest persimmon to squeeze'? His fear of Yita didn't extend to this young team from Hell's Gate.

Cybelle said, "I'll say it again: hand over the rings, and you'll be allowed to leave."

"Indeed, there's no dealing with you." Tiger Sheng shrugged indifferently, acting as if he had conceded. "Cybelle, I'm telling you, you picked the wrong target. You don't seem to recognize your own standing. Consider this advice: otherwise... you'll die."

Excluding Cybelle, the other three in the team noticeably frowned.

But Cybelle remained utterly oblivious. "Then let's do it. Show me the true strength of the Zana representatives."

"Really... forget it. I don't care if you live or die." Tiger Sheng shook his head helplessly and asked Hui'er beside him, "What do we do?"

"Such an idiot deserves his fate." The cold-faced woman silently turned away, not caring in the slightest. Her gaze at Cybelle was akin to looking at a corpse.

The remaining person in the team was clearly very nervous, "I don't care if you're Cybelle or some genius; just leave quickly."

"Oh?"

Cybelle's eyebrows shifted. Why did that sound like a plea? "What if I say no?"

"If, if you say no..."

"Enough, Xiao Bai."

At this moment, the silent Kong suddenly spoke up. His weak voice was exceptionally oppressive, giving off a chilling sensation.

"Whoa, this is bad." Tiger Sheng thought it was trouble in his heart. Since Kong was speaking, these idiots were in for a real problem.

"Oh? And who are you?"

"I don't answer the questions of dead men." As he spoke, the man named Kong took a step forward, "Come at me together."

"Kong, forget it. We can handle this trash." At this moment, beads of sweat appeared on Tiger Sheng's forehead, and for once, he wasn't bantering with Cybelle.

"Shut up. I don't want to hear your voice again."

"Damn brat, the same age as me, acting all cold." Cybelle shot forward as he spoke, like an arrow released from a bowstring, his fist wind targeting the spot between Kong's eyes.

The other three also locked their target on Kong the moment Cybelle acted, unleashing a thunderous assault.

Strangely, Kong's teammates remained completely indifferent. This...

At this point, the four attacks were already very near Kong. As they were about to strike the critical spot, Cybelle and his team felt an invisible wall in front of them, blocking their attacks completely. Along with a stream of air impact, their bodies were suddenly thrown backward at the same speed.

"What! Momentum!?"

The first thought in Cybelle's mind was momentum. The opponent had repelled them using mere momentum. This... impossible. Momentum could indeed push people back, like the Revenge Shadow Rider, but not to the extent that someone of this caliber could achieve.

"Idiot, that's Kong's attribute rebound." Tiger Sheng explained from the side.

Cybelle and the others suddenly understood. The opponent was a wind attribute Superpowered.

Before their bodies hit the ground, another suction force pulled one of them back instantly.

"Ah!"

The woman instinctively screamed as her rigid body couldn't react, and in the next moment, Kong had her by the throat. She felt the strength drain from her body, unable to move.

This battle was clearly not a sparring match but a real-life slaughter—Cybelle realized in an instant that the opponent intended to take her life.

"Damn it."

His body hadn't even hit the ground before he mustered all his strength once more to launch another counterattack, with a speed rivaling a bullet's.

Bang!

Unfortunately, Cybelle's body seemed to crash into a solid wall this time, being knocked back even further... He immediately spat out blood, the shock injured Cybelle.

Crack...

After a crisp sound, the woman's neck tilted to the side and she no longer responded.

Like tossing trash, Kong casually threw the woman's still warm body aside.

This... what's going on? For someone to... in an instant... Cybelle couldn't accept the reality before his eyes.

As the three hesitated momentarily, Kong suddenly vanished, and before they knew it, he reappeared in front of Cybelle, staring at him with an icy, death-like gaze.

"I can sense your inner fear."

Cybelle forced himself to remain calm, using his waist and knees to generate power, launching a Thomas-style strangulation aimed at tearing the opponent apart. The whirlwind of his legs created a tornado, but he missed, as Kong's agility far surpassed Cybelle's.

"Who the hell are you, really?"

To Cybelle's question, Kong remained indifferent, continuing his monologue, "Your left knee has suffered severe trauma, and your arm has been broken multiple times in battles."

"This..."

Cybelle was taken aback. How did the opponent possibly know his physical condition? Or was he reading his mind? No, it couldn't be. In a life-and-death moment, how could he worry about such trivial matters? Therefore, this man named Kong must have perceived his body's weaknesses through some means unknown to him—perhaps through muscle movement, or nerve responses.

This person can't be defeated!

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