The sky is getting brighter.

The people of Boulevard Mountain are all set and ready, fully alert, heading towards the territory of the White Dragon Alliance.

On usual days, when sparring and competing with one another, there is always a certain restraint.

But once on the battlefield, it's a fight to the death, and anyone would feel a bit scared.

After all, this is a war!

It's different from sect disputes or personal grudges.

Countless martial artists join the battlefield, and there will inevitably be bloodshed.

It's unavoidable that there will be casualties, but everyone hopes to be the lucky survivor.

As soon as they arrived at the territory of the White Dragon Alliance, the martial artists of Boulevard Mountain noticed the white cloth hanging there.

"Someone died?"

Someone asked with a trace of surprise.

Judging by the standard of the mourning flag, it seems an important person has died.

"West Tower, huh." Brant Fairbanks, with red eyes, pointed at the white cloth: "Could it be a trap? The people of the White Dragon Alliance neither die early nor die late, but choose this moment to die?"

"It was the Alliance Hierarch who died."

Julius Reed, riding on the Mont Horse, looked at the standard of the white cloth and the pattern on the flag, explaining aloud.

No one understands the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance better than him.

The specifications of each belt alliance are strictly regulated.

Not to be exceeded.

"The Alliance Hierarch died? That makes it even more unbelievable!" Brant Fairbanks was busy transforming the bodies of academy disciples last night, staying up all night, and due to extreme concentration and excitement, his eyes were bloodshot.

Behind him, those students were clearly full of energy, eager to flex their muscles and showcase their skills!

Julius Reed turned back to do a quick count, around twenty to thirty people had been transformed.

"West Tower, should we advance or retreat now, what do you say?"

Many martial artists came over to ask aloud.

Although they were reluctant to be led by such a young man, there are rules for everything.

It's the order of Boulevard Mountain Master, anyone opposing it equates to rebellion.

However, in their words and actions, these old-timers showed little respect.

"The White Dragon Alliance dared to publicly display mourning flags despite the death of the Hierarch, indicating they are confident."

Julius Reed said calmly.

The White Dragon Alliance is indeed a fringe belt alliance.

But under these circumstances, it wouldn't be simple, serving as the first stop for the Boulevard Mountain group heading south.

Demarco Mount on the other side would certainly dispatch a large number of personnel to assist.

It seems, the White Dragon Alliance has betrayed them.

"Did the Alliance Hierarch really die?" someone questioned.

This would be immensely good news.

Just stepping out, the enemy falls into disorder.

"It's absolutely true." Julius Reed nodded.

Being the Alliance Hierarch, reputation is crucial.

The White Dragon Alliance would definitely not fake the Hierarch's death to lure the enemy.

"In that case, we can just charge in directly," an elder led several disciples, speaking with slight disdain: "If even the mere White Dragon Alliance can stop us, then what are we fighting for?"

"Correct! Mr. Cedar is spot on." The other martial artists echoed from the side.

"I volunteer for the battle!"

Bright Cedar said scornfully: "I ask young West Tower to watch, as I scout the camp and capture generals!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped onto an off-road vehicle.

A disciple drove the vehicle and charged straight into the territory of the White Dragon Alliance.

The team was silent.

It seemed everyone was watching, wanting to see what kind of battle this first clash would be.

Boom!

As the vehicle crossed the boundary.

A loud explosion.

Bomb!

Fragments of the off-road vehicle scattered everywhere.

Even though Bright Cedar was a Great Grandmaster, he didn't escape the explosion.

But his strong physique left a complete corpse.

In the blaze, he burned fiercely.

"Hiss..."

Everyone gasped.

It's often said in the martial artists world, that hot weapons are less preferred than cold ones, but this kind of powerful bomb, even ordinary folks can't withstand!

"Master!"

The remaining disciples of Bright Cedar knelt on the ground, dazed.

The master spoke in the morning about taking them to fame and fortune, and in such a short time, he was directly cremated for free.

Those who were overconfident were all dumbfounded.

"Why not...why not reconsider it!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Let's scout around first."

Though martial artists are formidable, years of comfortable living have already filled them with fear of death.

If the first battle was victorious, it would be fine.

But they hadn't even seen the face of the White Dragon Alliance and already lost a Great Grandmaster.

The fire soared, uprooting the ground and even shaking the mourning flags off balance.

"Hmph! Such small setbacks scare you?" Brant Fairbanks said with disdain: "Children, show these cowardly uncles what martial artists really are!"

After speaking, Brant Fairbanks wielded his sword with one hand, leading his disciples at a rapid pace!

The martial artists only saw an afterimage.

In just a moment, Brant Fairbanks had already arrived at the boundary!

He lifted the longsword with one hand!

Sword Qi directly blasted the earth, exploding from the center outwards!

Then!

Brant Fairbanks thrust the longsword into the ground, pressing both hands on the sword hilt!

Countless Sword Qi woven into a protective shield, guarding the academy disciples inside.

The Sword Qi encountering the bomb detonated directly!

Several kilometers in succession!

The flames rose into the sky!

And amidst the explosions, Brant Fairbanks and the others, due to being far from the bombs and shielded by the protective barrier, were unharmed.

Half a minute later, the explosion sound dissipated.

The martial artists from Boulevard Mountain gaped in terror.

How many bombs were buried here after all!

The White Dragon Alliance wasn't so wealthy either.

Clearly, it was an aid from the Wayland Mountain Alliance.

Amidst the flames, Brant Fairbanks, leading his disciples, looked ahead.

This was the effect he desired!

When two tigers fight, the fisherman profits!

Tennyson Hawthorne had already left overnight, preparing to mobilize a Grandmaster from Ocean Academy and make arrangements.

By the way, see if he can persuade the other two academies, under the guise of participating in the battle, to shock external martial artists.

At the same time, while both sides suffer heavy losses, Brant Fairbanks plans to set up his own dominion!

To dismantle the Wayland Mountain Alliance.

Of course, the very reason for his urgency was the secret technique he accidentally acquired last night.

Enabling the perfect construction of a small world within a martial artist's body, greatly enhancing martial prowess!

After achieving a 100% success rate on disciples, Brant Fairbanks likewise constructed a world within himself.

He intended to test his own fighting capability!

In the distance.

At the command center of the White Dragon Alliance.

Marco Jackson gazed ahead, his expression serious.

Such valuable bombs only claimed one life?

"Who destroyed our bombs?" He pointed at Brant Fairbanks and the others, questioning.

"Not clear. Boulevard Mountain is a mix of characters; we can't discern every martial artist."

A martial artist from the White Dragon Alliance responded.

"Have General Leocadia lead the men first, see if they can wipe out this bunch."

Marco Jackson sat back in the chair, speaking casually.

He turned his head, looking at the messenger from Demarco Mount, asking with a smile: "Holiness, when will our people take action?"

"No rush."

The messenger shook his head: "Once the Wayland Mountain Alliance acts, it will surely scare off those people. First, lure them in; I will handle them accordingly."

"Alright."

Marco Jackson nodded, his eyes fixed on the squad of warriors charging forward.

It's quite delightful being the Alliance Hierarch.

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