Hm, I guess that's it, Zhang Xiaobo really can't think of any other reason beyond the above explanation.

"Hehehe..." The Titan Elf Royalty let out a cold laugh, "Good, very good, excellent, and this time?"

With the fourth light wave released, she refused to believe anyone could save this utterly baffling fat guy.

At that moment, the fourth person leapt forward just in time to shield the fat guy, his charred body clearly already on the brink of death...

"Xiao, Xiao Ming, are you Xiao Ming?" The fat guy couldn't wrap his head around why Xiao Ming would appear on the battlefield.

"Do you remember our childhood promise? You achieved your dream and became a soldier, you can't die now."

"Wait, I'm damn asking how you got here..."

Without giving a chance, Xiao Ming breathed his last right after saying that.

The royal-level warrior had long grown tired of these repeated tests, "Go to hell, go to hell, die now!" This time she released three consecutive light waves...

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…

Who knew that at this moment, three consecutive black lights blocked the fat guy's front.

Reflexively, Zhang Xiaobo looked down... "Hey, who are you?"

"Don't worry about me, live on..."

At this point, he didn't have time to think, quickly turning to another person, "Whoa, it's actually a Black guy; other than Elvis, I don't know any other Black people."

"I don't know why either, but I just want to protect you."

When he looked at the third person, that person was already dead... This...?

——

The Titan Royal Warrior slowly withdrew the Illusion Technique, her gaze finally becoming serious, as if feeling some kind of pressure, nearly causing her mental breakdown. She had not expected her Illusion Technique to have no effect on this person at all. Moreover, every critical moment, her Illusion Technique could be countered by this person.

Yet the harmless-looking fat guy was feigning a bewildered and nonchalant face. There were only two possibilities that could lead to this situation: first, the fat guy is an idiot; second, his mental Illusion Technique ability far surpasses her own.

The first possibility could basically be ruled out; humans can't possibly send a simpleton to battle. That leaves the second possibility, that his power surpasses her own, at least in the realm of Illusion Technique.

Could it be he is deliberately toying with her through this method of mockery?

At this moment, the Elf Royalty's nerves were taut; her gaze growing more solemn, as she said, "Who exactly are you, what is it you want?"

"Huh?"

The fat guy was taken aback by her words. What does he want? He simply enjoys brain-racking things and is enthusiastic about it. For a guy who loves wealth and desires safety yet is lustful, his greatest wish now is nothing more than to leave this battlefield immediately.

However, his ability to read the situation was excellent, noticing a trace of cautiousness mixed within the Titan Elf Royalty's gaze, a trace of gravity, and even a tiny bit of anxiety.

Could he really have scared the opponent? That shouldn't be the case, but the evidence was right there; if he had accidentally intimidated the opponent, he believed he must change his expression right away.

Thus, he pretended to be calm, forcibly suppressing his inner fear, his face as calm as water as he replied coldly, "Leave here."

"Wha- Leave here."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, the Royalty glanced in Mengdie's direction, then shifted her gaze onto the fat guy, Yita, and that mysterious animal they couldn't identify, falling into a brief silence.

She must admit, the fat guy had again surprised her, and his two teammates hadn't made a move, but one thing worth noting was that troops capable of pairing with him must naturally possess power on par with his own, thus warranting careful handling.

Looking at Yita, his gaze was purely emotionless, contrasting sharply with everyone else present. Even upon seeing her, there wasn't a hint of fear, proving his considerable confidence in his strength.

As for that unidentified black animal, she hadn't encountered it before in this battlefield, indicating its unusual identity, and even if she could discern human emotions, she wouldn't be able to detect emotions in animals. Strange, so strange...

She had to concede that this utterly baffling team had begun intimidating her, this group was extraordinarily bizarre, while the fat guy's eyes seemed filled with fear, there was vague delight hidden beneath, appearing harmless on the surface, most likely aiming to lower her guard to deceive her.

To verify her suspicions, the silent Titan Elf Royal Warrior asked again, "Leave here...?"

"Yes... right?"

Upon hearing that, the fat guy's serious tone abruptly vanished, replaced by a somewhat pleading tone, the speed of his change of expression was as fast as flipping through pages, truly uncanny.

The Royal Warrior's heart skipped a beat, further confirming her previous suspicions. A normal person wouldn't exhibit such massive changes in their expression, implying that not only is this individual abnormal, he is also a deceitful weirdo, and what's more terrifying is his exceptionally poor and undisguised act, which is simply appalling.

Sweat gradually dripped from the royal warrior's face; she realized she was completely overpowered by this bizarre group, this feeling was far more suffocating than any battle.

But as a royal-level warrior, it was absurd to be easily intimidated; she decided to at least probe the team's capability, or at least to make one last attempt, saying, "Alright, I accept your proposition."

"Really." To everyone's surprise, the fat guy's expression changed again, "Royal warriors are always true to their word, good, it's a deal." Yet, at this point, it was the fat guy who decided to turn and leave.

This...

The extremity of this person's facial expression was genuinely eerie, chilling one's spine from cowardice to disdain, to seriousness, to sycophancy, then to elation, and finally choosing to leave voluntarily. There must be deceit at play; this is bad, she must leave immediately.

Thinking swift, the royal warrior hurriedly turned to flee.

"Ah! Wait."

As soon as the warrior jumped, the fat guy's voice reached her ears again, startling her into a stumble.

Just as expected! Originally deciding to observe secretly for a bit before planning further, with the appearance of the word 'wait', the warrior had decisively confirmed that everything before was merely a cover-up for what he wanted to hide, but unfortunately, his instincts had already been laid bare beyond doubt.

"Hmph! Too naive, disgusting guy."

The more he acted this way, the more she realized she couldn't afford to stay longer. The royal warrior unfolded her wings almost transforming into a ray of light, moving straight at a speed nearly rivaling Mengdie, disappearing instantly.

"This... what's happening?" The fat guy's expressions displayed utter perplexity and confusion. He somewhat sheepishly said, "She's the one who asked me what I wanted? I replied that I wanted to leave, I won't fight anymore, I truly don't want to fight anymore, why is she the one leaving? Isn't hope supposed to provide everyone with hope turning into despair? It's over, we're done for."

"No, that person really left, I can't sense her presence..." Yita nodded, speaking to everyone around.

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