This battle was far more perilous than expected, causing Duolin to feel somewhat restless... As the flames of war spread, it was only a matter of time before the two superpowers intervened. The balance of a war is always determined by military strength. As such, they had been given the empire's highest command to secretly land on the Death Planet and search for the biological mecha abandoned from previous experiments.

However, she and Sword Dragon had never anticipated encountering such a terrifying entity. The costs and gains were no longer proportional. Her sun-scorched body was starting to wobble and Sword Dragon's condition might be even worse than her own compared to the man in black, "Mr. Sword Dragon..." Duolin began, her mouth tasting slightly bitter, but she didn't finish her sentence.

"You want to say that it would be disadvantageous for me to continue dragging this out," he interjected.

"Yes."

Sword Dragon shook his head without giving away his emotions. "Our opponent isn't going to leave. If they wanted to, they wouldn't have waited until now." As he spoke, his gaze was entirely fixed on Feng Yi. Duolin had been mulling over the same thoughts. Fortunately, while his condition wasn't great, neither was his opponent's. The outcome of this battle was still uncertain. "We will strike when the moment is right," he suggested.

Duolin prepared herself: "Hmph, I think that person is just seeking death."

Seeking death? Perhaps. Sword Dragon kept repeating a phrase in his mind: desperado. If their opponent were merely a desperado who fought back to the death when hit, it would be easier to deal with. But a desperado could not display such terrifying combat skills; he must be a special agent sent by a certain force.

But was that truly the case? No, Feng Yi had never changed. He had always disregarded where the path ahead would lead him. The one answer might naturally appear along the way. He fearlessly ventured alone into the Death Planet, never considering the plan for what came next. Thus, he set forth, mechanically repeating his quest to find the power he sought on the Death Planet every day.

As a warrior, the moment he pulls the trigger, he has already sold his soul to the devil. He is a true desperado. He doesn't know how long he can hold on. Given his current condition, he probably won't last much longer. He must try to eliminate one opponent before blood loss causes him to faint. With this plan in mind, he quietly restores his strength while preparing a swift and thunderous attack.

He gently breathed in the oxygen, feeling the heat coursing through his lungs with each breath. He concentrated his strength on staying calm, avoiding losing flexibility due to tense muscles - Suddenly, Feng Yi's pupils cleared again. Despite his shaky body, he took out a wine flask he had received as a gift from Guo Guo.

Facing the blinding blue sky, Feng Yi completely relaxed, letting the breeze waft over his hair...

He didn't know when he had developed a fondness for reminiscing about the past. He was becoming sentimental about old times, and began to consider everything he had experienced as good stories. Regardless of the two opponents standing before him, he took a large gulp from the flask, and finally, his long-squinted red pupils opened. It was as if a man who had put down his burdens had suddenly reignited his fighting spirit.

Sometimes, Feng Yi feels that he is a calamitous star reincarnated. Wherever he goes, people around him suffer misfortune because of him. Sheng Qiangwei barely escaped death because of him and because of him, Lasso Grandfather had ended up in such a dire condition by laying eyes on him. He was a sinner, a thorough sinner.

However, he was after all a desperado with blood on his hands. Why all of this? As he asked himself, the answer was in his heart. He was a desperado, but not a completely hopeless one. He held fast to his principles, carrying the spirit of a soldier and stepping onto the battlefield of redemption.

Returning the flask, Feng Yi quietly took out the mask left behind by Lasso Grandfather and tied it to his face.

This was the only relic Lasso Grandfather had left him during his travels in the sea of stars. Whenever he wore the mask, Feng Yi could feel an unwavering belief filling his entire being.

However, Lasso Grandfather could never come back - Feng Yi knew this clearly. There was no potion in the world that could bring back the dead. He was just unwilling to face everything. During Lasso's lifetime, Feng Yi was unable to do anything for him. But at the very least, he would carry on his will to the end.

He was, by nature, a combative person with a twisted personality. From a young age, Lasso Grandfather had influenced him with his wisdom, mindset, and generosity. He had corrected the wrong paths Feng Yi had taken during his growth, slowly bringing him back on track.

Life was full of hardships, something Lasso Grandfather often grumbled about. "Feng Yi, you need to live honestly in this world. If you have dreams, you are bound to be battered and bruised. If you decide to fulfill these dreams, you must possess the power that you need to control. In the 103, knowledge, wisdom, and martial power are essential to realizing your dreams. Once you have enough power, always remember everything I've taught you. Otherwise, I will never forgive you."

Feng Yi often pondered every word Lasso Grandfather had ever spoken to him. This world was actually straightforward. Yes, people often say that the world is complex. But was it really? All of that was rubbish. Regardless of how intricate life was, you just had to live it, right? The saying that the world is not simple is just a bunch of nonsense that doesn't even qualify as a profound truth.

He would continue walking down this path of perseverance. At this moment, Feng Yi felt an unprecedented harmony with nature. The moment he put on the mask, he seemed to feel an invisible force boosting him. A blue light suddenly enveloped Feng Yi, instantly forming a sharp windstorm within a radius of 800 meters around him.

Crackling, rumbling...

Listening to the constant thunder in their ears and looking at the lightning flickering around their opponent, Sword Dragon and Duolin couldn't help but widen their eyes in disbelief. What on earth was happening?! This was indeed thunder, and Sword Dragon found himself lost in memories. The scene before him felt familiar, but he couldn't quite remember where he had seen it before. Then suddenly, it flashed across his mind like a bolt of lightning.

The wind gradually subsided, but the moment he put on the mask Feng Yi had decided to take action. Before Sword Dragon and Duolin was an afterimage that suddenly made a swift attack.

Feng Yi's jumping speed was not very fast, it was like he was moving in slow motion executing a knee strike, but in the grand scheme of things, it gave people a mysterious impression that seemed to break away from the law of time.

Duolin furrowed her brows and shouted with arrogance: "Martial God Strike."

Damn it! Suddenly, Sword Dragon remembered why the scene in front of him felt so familiar. It was a realm description he had only read about in books. Even if Duolin had advanced to the Martial God Realm, she stood no chance against this legendary strike. If one took a hit, they were likely to lose their life.

Sword Dragon didn't have time to discourage Duolin. Although the opponent seemed to be moving slowly, he clearly understood that it was an illusion created by a higher realm. The Legendary Realm was far superior to the First-Order Peak.

Sword Dragon didn't attempt to stop Duolin's actions. Instead, he tried to use all his strength to tackle Duolin out of the way of the oncoming attack...

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