The strongest reaction to these words came from Cangmu Ling.

As the head of the External Force Style, known as a Martial God Level martial arts master, her temperament was like raging fire. Despite her beautiful appearance, she was like a thorned rose hidden beneath, ready to act immediately.

Indeed, if speaking of military high rank tactics or close combat entanglement, she's far inferior to Feng Yi, and even Zhang Xiaobo might surpass her. However, in terms of martial arts mastery, few in this world could claim greater knowledge than her, let alone being publicly challenged by such a young lad, suggesting everyone attack together.

"What an arrogant tone, let me have a taste."

As she spoke, Cangmu Ling instantly leaped forward, raising her hand to perform the Violent Rain Fierce Wind Fist, and just as she was about to connect, followed up with a Fire Dance Tornado. Her graceful figure resembled a whirlwind tornado enveloping 'Kong', her iron hammer-like straight punches came down like dense raindrops, pounding continuously, echoing without pause...

A few breaths later, Cangmu Ling jumped back, widening the distance from Kong, beginning to coldly observe the opponent's reaction.

"Kong, are you... are you alright?"

It would be a lie to say there's no worry, teammate Husheng asked, surprised, after all, the opponent was a renowned martial arts master in the Federation.

Kong was evidently injured, but ignored Husheng, instead spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and said, "Your attacks are indeed strong, both frequency and power are deadly enough."

He spoke to Cangmu Ling as if in thought, seemingly unconcerned about his injuries, or rather, such level of injury seemed to do little to him.

"But in the end, they're just crude routines."

Hearing this, Cangmu Ling frowned, as the opponent didn't fight back, yet could withstand such attacks unharmed, and inexplicably, Kong gave her a very bizarre feeling.

Cangmu Ling said, "What exactly do you mean to say?"

"I've already said, why don't you all come at me together, let's play this death game, I'm getting a bit excited now." A rare smile flickered across Kong's calm face, "What are you waiting for, all of you come at me and make me a bit more excited."

This person is really strange.

The fatty glanced at Blade Warrior, finally landing his gaze on Yita, then raised his brows towards Cangmu Ling as if silently questioning.

Yita shook her head at the fatty.

Logically, even Yita would choose to retreat from attacks like Cangmu Ling's. Of course, this doesn't mean Yita couldn't take them or didn't dare to, but it wasn't necessary to burden her body. Yet that man simply blocked all of Cangmu Ling's attacks with basic defense, incomprehensibly seeming to enjoy it, suggesting something was off in his mind.

Zhang Xiaobo was also quite shocked by Yita's head shake. Yita was considered the strongest in the team, and her shaking her head indicated Cangmu Ling's combat power was formidable. From this, the opponent's strength was unfathomable. For a moment, the fatty regretted it; he felt he had misjudged their relative strength!

It would've been less shocking if Zhang Xiaobo hadn't found that guy laughing inexplicably. Is he freaking insane or something?

"Hey, Blade Warrior, Yita, let's retreat."

"You're not going anywhere."

Just as Zhang Xiaobo was privately discussing the plan with Yita and Blade Warrior, somehow Kong overheard and suddenly came up with this line.

"Hmph, do you really think I'm scared of you?" Black Panther leaped into the battleground in an arrow step, lowering its body into a striking position, "Fatty, stop being so cowardly; we have backup, let's take him down together."

"Are we getting involved too?" asked Wutong.

"Of... Of course, we are here to assist you," Blade Warrior, unusually stammering.

"Cangmu Ling, what about you?"

"Given the situation, I suppose we have no choice, I don't want to waste my time on him." Cangmu Ling's answer aligned with her personality. It wasn't fear of Kong; after all, this was a battlefield. A battlefield is inherently an unfair place, and as adults, choosing the most effective way to win with numbers is only natural.

"You Federals are quite dishonorable," Husheng also readied himself for battle, and Huier continued treating the wounded on the side.

Rekart's side had fallen into a half-disbanded state, making combat difficult, their mainstay Cybelle was unconscious, and the remaining two teammates exchanged a glance when the Federals made their decision.

Suddenly, one said, "Let's take this opportunity."

"Go."

"Do you want to leave? This is not a place you can come and go as you please," as the two turned to flee, Kong's voice rang out.

"Really." Among Rekart's men, one suddenly brought out the Honor Ring, "How about this, you want it?"

All nonsense, but which team wouldn't want to compete for the Honor Ring? Yet Kong only looked at him without speaking.

"Hmph, pretending to be calm at this moment? If you want it, you can take it anytime, but... heh heh..." As he spoke, a sly smile grew on his face. Without warning, he threw the Honor Ring toward the Federal side, specifically in Fatty Zhang Xiaobo's direction, "Haha, damn bastard, if you want it, come and grab it."

"Ah, why give it to me... Me! @#￥%..."

Fatty opened his mouth to curse, feeling like countless sheep heads were running through his mind... that guy was either targeting him or toying with him, intentionally or not, maliciously or deliberately. Although there was no evidence, he felt Rekart's bastard's actions were full of malice.

—This wasn't really the case. As an elite of Rekart's combat division, the man knew of Zhang Xiaobo from the Age of Modern Warfare, whereas he had little knowledge about grassroots individuals. Moreover, Zhang Xiaobo was a war buddy of Feng Yi, one of the Human Clan's Three Heroes; his strength was unfathomable. This is why the man decided to draw trouble east and west to buy time for his escape.

Although this move didn't do much to Fatty, he wasn't lightly shaken. Zhang Xiaobo unknowingly cursed many ancestral lines in his heart.

The four Federal women also didn't expect the ring to be thrown to this obscure fatty. They should know he is a Mecha pilot, yet not as capable as everyone in combat; is this guy out of his mind?

It was definitely something to fight for, the four women moved like lightning, trying to seize the moment to get ahead.

So agile... Simultaneously, a streak of black light suddenly flashed across the virtual space, that was a Black Panther! Before anyone could react, the Honor Ring was already swallowed up by Blade Warrior in one gulp.

Then looking in Kong's direction... Kong wasn't paying the slightest attention to the Honor Ring, instead, he locked onto the two attempting to escape of Rekart's men.

"Bastard! Don't you want the ring, why are you chasing me?" The one who threw the ring yelled, thinking he was safe, with nothing on him that the opponent wanted, yet the other party wouldn't give up.

"Futile tricks, what's mine is ultimately mine..."

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