Reading this post, Feng Yi couldn't help but laugh both sarcastically and bitterly. If it was a real do-or-die battle, of course he wouldn't be foolish enough to ride on a Phantom Knight 0001 to fight the enemy - only a fool would make this decision.

But games were different. Feng Yi cared more for the fight itself than his fame or reputation—perhaps he cared a little about it after so many battles? After all, the Revenge Shadow Rider was no longer what it used to be. It carried the expectations of countless people, their thoughts, hopes, and desires. If the Revenge Shadow Rider fell, it would be a significant event.

And yet, only by piloting this machine, which he considered to be all-powerful, and fighting battle after battle, could he improve. People grew step by step through trial and error. In fact, Feng Yi didn't believe he was much stronger than the group of 12-star generals - at least not noticeably stronger. His only advantage was his mindset, his experienced tactics, and his unpredictable strategies. These were his keys to victory.

With the battle heating up, Feng Yi was keenly aware that every fight would get tougher. But he had no reason to back down - one must keep moving forward or risk falling behind. It was only through adversity that one truly grew.

Now, his only response to everyone was to secure a stunning victory and instill further confidence in the people. This was not only a response to the audience but also a gift to each Federation fighter. For this, Feng Yi decided to give his all in the fight.

With the countdown to the start of the event finally down to 10 minutes, the roaring arena was indescribable, a stark contrast to the early days of the National Confrontation when things were lukewarm. On this special day, countless factories and businesses also chose to give their employees the day off.

After all, this seemingly informal online battle was a once-in-a-century event. Despite its virtual nature, behind it still lingered the unspeakable omen of war.

To encourage the call for war, several allied nations fired the first shot, signalling total wartime mobilization. In this era when old soldiers were fading away, perhaps people had already forgotten the fierce battles of the past; could they also remember the age when genius leaders emerged?

Who would recall the battlefield destiny of heaven, or remember the famous charles family's doomtwin? It was a great era of emerging talent, but who would remember Caesar, the Heavenly King of Hell's Gate, who would remember Roland of absolute zero? The glory recorded in the long river of history is gradually forgotten in school books.

The only thing left in our hearts are memories; war never stops. Where there are people, there are wars. Where there are ambitious nations, there are wars. This confrontation is a result of fate and destiny.

The moment images of these wars were projected onto the big screen in the arena, the screen went dark again...

However, this time, Athena didn't descend from the sky, and the Sweetheart band didn't walk in from the depths of space. The five of them, hand in hand, stepped out of the ruins of war and into the center of the arena. The contrast between their strict realism and the deeply ingrained images of pain was intense.

As the music started, Athena's voice echoed throughout the arena…

This was Athena's famous piece called "Peace."

The moment the mournful melody began, as the dove flying high in the sky fell, people's hearts were also filled with pain, as though covered by a shadow of war. Athena's voice had a certain ethereal quality to it. It wasn't about right or wrong, good or evil. It was a song about transcending death itself.

When the melody, rising and falling, descended to its lowest point, people felt a sense of suffocating despair. But when the voice climbed to its peak, the powerful sound was as shocking as thunder, making people's hearts tremble. It was like the varying heights of Mount Olympus; sometimes at its highest, sometimes low, like an elongated, never-ending, paradoxically comforting gale.

There was no end to the song, it conveyed a form of unspoken energy, impacting the souls of everyone present.

When the song ended, the stage below was quiet for a long time. No one shouted, no one danced, no one cheered. People were quietly processing the enigmatic charm of the song. If their first song was breathtakingly beautiful, then this piece was a shock to the soul.

It wasn't until a long while after Athena and the Sweetheart band had left that the arena's silence was broken by a round of applause. The song was about peace, a sentiment that transcended nationality, love, and everything else. In the face of such immense love, nothing else seemed to matter.

Yes, what is the meaning of life? Why were those fighters standing there in the center of the pinnacle arena under the world's spotlight? The reasons were not hard to guess—war was after all a means to enforce resolution through armed force. Yet when war was cloaked in the light of justice, people's enthusiasm for enlisting surged like a tide. This was the allure of Athena.

Athena, descending from the stage, struggled to calm her emotions. She had noticed Feng Yi. It was not through her eyes, but through a special feeling. You see, even if a person's physical presence was hidden by the virtual world, their unique qualities wouldn't change.

Athena was a rare mental ability user. She didn't have any offensive capabilities, but she could be categorized as someone extremely receptive. And yet she didn't spare Feng Yi a single glance, she was wholeheartedly absorbed in her singing.

The song required a lot of Athena's energy. Singing with her mouth was completely different from singing with her heart. Her voice mixed with the pure field seemed to penetrate all barriers and reach into the depths of the soul. This was something that not even the Sweetheart band could achieve.

Even the cold-hearted Sky Shadow seemed to be a bit lost in thought. The song was indeed good, but it couldn't change the power of every participant. Maybe it had some auxiliary effects?

Sky Shadow shook his head helplessly. He had hoped he would be one of the top fighters to take the stage. But once he stepped on the stage, the system immediately announced his name.

Pairs of combatants appeared in the arena under the gaze of countless hopeful eyes and the resonating voice of the commentator.

The Atlan Federation's Sky Shadow VS the Chanar Republic's Jabbar

A cheer erupted from the Federation players in the arena...

The Federation was cheering for Sky Shadow, and the Chanar Republic players were cheering for Jabbar.

Jabbar, Lieutenant Colonel in the Chana Republican Army, training level Red Cloak, proficient in hand-to-hand combat.

Sky Shadow slammed his fist hard against the virtual combat machine, his face flashing with anger. Was there any point in fighting these fools? There wasn't, Sky Shadow really looked down on these so-called Chanar Republican Red Cloak training levels. He was hoping for a 12 star general - but maybe it was for the best. He'd play around with Jabbar. After his anger subsided, Sky Shadow's face slowly turned into a mocking grin.

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