Even if he couldn't win, what made Cybelle all the more furious was this person's blatant disregard for him. Damn it! Absolutely damn it...

Still, even if he couldn't defeat this guy named Kong, there was no one who could stop Cybelle from escaping, especially since he had made some preparations before the battle. But before that, he wanted to make sure this team paid a price.

With that thought, Cybelle made up his mind and instantly targeted the bespectacled man named Xiao Bai. He swiftly pulled out a dagger and flicked his wrist, launching a throwing knife accompanied by the sound of slicing through the air, decisive and at a crafty angle.

Xiao Bai couldn't react in time, and in a moment of confusion, it dawned on him, but his body couldn't move at all. The next second, the throwing knife accurately pierced Xiao Bai's unsuspecting chest.

"Farewell, I've remembered you all."

Deciding to make his escape immediately, Cybelle found his hand inexplicably locked in Kong's grip, unable to break free no matter how hard he tried.

"Light Transmission..."

Mumbling to himself, Kong no longer looked at Cybelle, but rather, his cold gaze focused on the quantum transmission while the iron-grip hand continued to apply more force...

"Ah! Let go!"

The pain caused Cybelle to let out a piercing scream, and with a crunch, the sound of bone cracking was particularly jarring, making even the Blade Warrior shudder... Kong was so cold, not possessing the temperament one would expect at his age.

As for Cybelle's remaining two teammates, they stood there dumbfounded...

"Is he a devil..."

"Are we going to die? We're really going to die."

Rather than saying the two were paralyzed in place, it might be more accurate to say they were completely overwhelmed by Kong's murderous intent, watching helplessly as their teammate was tortured but unable to respond.

"Self-slaughter isn't the spirit endorsed by humanity."

Just then, along with a sweet fragrance sweeping in, four beautiful figures entered everyone's sight. They were...

"Hey, hey..." Hu Sheng hesitated repeatedly and then, somewhat maliciously, guardedly said, "A female combat team of the Federation, that's quite rare indeed."

"Ha, 'female combat team,' that's a decent name." The one speaking was Wutong, a high-level combat mentor. Her voice was soft and gentle, yet her gaze towards the opponent was much colder.

Huier paid no attention to the crowd, anxiously rushing to treat Xiao Bai.

Hu Sheng then secretly assessed their strength, "Hmph, Combat Mentor Wutong, Illusion Mentor Iserin, Martial Goddess Cangmu Ling, and an Illusion Master Meng Yafei, what a high-value girl group indeed."

Hu Sheng was not unfamiliar with these four; on the contrary, they were often seen as combat idols in public, delivering a shock much greater than the Jade Clear Sect, given his rare exposure to secluded styles and even less understanding of the Jade Clear Sect's Guardian Four.

Turning to look at Kong, Hu Sheng said, "No matter how many people come, facing Kong, the result is always the same."

"Hush, Hu Sheng, this isn't your place to speak."

"Ah! Yes!" Hearing Kong's words, Hu Sheng dared not speak further.

Kong glanced in the direction of the Federation's female team, "What are you here for?"

"Seeing our allies in trouble, there's no reason not to lend a hand. Is that explanation enough?" said Iserin, the Illusion Mentor.

Kong closed his eyes slightly and said, "Boring excuse. Your actual purpose is for the Honor Ring, isn't it?"

"Quite smart, indeed. I love dealing with smart people," Meng Yafei stepped forward and winked at Kong. As expected of an Illusion Master, her movements were graceful, her behavior elegant, soft-spoken, and gentle. Every action was filled with charm, striking a balance between youthful innocence and a subtle allure, catering to all.

However, Kong simply cast a glance at the four and said, "You are not my opponents."

"And what if I'm added?"

Speaking up, the chubby Zhang Xiaobo suddenly jumped out.

The four women of the Federation simultaneously looked towards his position, puzzled by the sudden appearance of a chubby guy in their conversation.

Psst... Psst...

The panther Yita appeared alongside Boer, their expressions carrying a hint of anger. Blade Warrior didn't actually advocate entering the battle circle, unsure if the chubby guy was moved by the sight of the ladies or schemed leveraging the odds with superior numbers for personal gain.

Meng Yafei instinctively covered her cherry lips with slender fingers, seeing that the newcomer was a chubby guy who still belonged to their Federation, her gaze growing more elusive.

But the chubby guy wasn't swayed; he wasn't there for kicks, saying, "Let's all go together, we'll split the ring halfway."

"You're Zhang Xiaobo, Feng Yi's former comrade, the Red Cloak pilot from the Normandy fleet, aren't you?" Cangmu Ling's gaze turned quirky.

"Yeah, what of it?"

"No denying your piloting skills, but combat and piloting are two different things."

"Hey, I'm here to help you, we all come from official combat teams, at least spare some rings for us."

Iserin said, "We don't think you're very strong. So far, this team only has three people. Forgive my bluntness, you're not suitable for this battle. Better stay away from the battlefield." Speaking, she teased him by raising her eyebrows, "From what I know, you're best at disappearing stealthily and escaping, aren't you?"

This... Zhang Xiaobo suddenly flared up, having been told he was unsuitable for combat. Damn, he was already fighting when they were still in military school, now they wanted to dismiss him. But, they were speaking the truth; his secrets laid bare.

Damn! What's the point of staying, should've never come out in the first place. But, having shown up now, leaving abruptly felt undignified. Zhang Xiaobo feigned bravado, saying, "Hey, I've got teammates, one of them is Feng Yi."

"Feng Yi." Hearing his name, everyone's expressions changed momentarily but quickly settled. Wutong asked, "Then where's Feng Yi?"

"Well... that guy just didn't come, but I messaged him, might arrive any time."

"Enough, chubby guy, we're leaving."

The Blade Warrior secretly felt glad having transformed into a black panther, not recognized, otherwise face-saving would be impossible. The chubby guy actually brought up Feng Yi; sure, he could message Feng Yi, but it was Feng Yi's former Heavenly Communication. Feng Yi hadn't left behind tools like a thunder watch when he passed.

"Stop joking, you better leave," Meng Yafei suggested kindly.

"Are you done talking?"

At that moment, Kong, who had been watching coldly, seemed to grow impatient, addressing the crowd coldly.

"We're done talking. We'll leave now." The chubby guy said.

"Coming then going isn't ideal. Everyone should come together."

Come together? Even for the Federation's female team, it seemed a mistake heard by their ears. Was it arrogance or ignorance? Mentors and those military academy elites were entirely different concepts.

"You want us to come together?"

"Yes, it would save much trouble."

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