g on an oily chicken leg. It's obvious he's nouveau riche, and this nouveau riche must have come from the countryside. But when he sees someone in uniform, like a policeman, his manners are so terribl...Everyone followed He Jianhou's gaze in bewilderment. A sharp-eyed soldier cried out excitedly, "Look! Who is that"

In the distance, by a large tree, a man covered in dust stood there, lost in thought. He was too far away to make out his features clearly, but one could still discern the decorations on his clothes.

"Captain! That's the captain's clothes!" A small soldier from the Ninth Column shouted. Although he couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, he was wearing the uniform of their Ninth Column. Although it was tattered and torn, the color of the Ninth Column's military uniform was very distinct, and he recognized it at a glance!

As if he had heard his teammate calling his name, the man trembled visibly, then strode over here in big steps.

Although his clothes were tattered, he walked with a steady gait, showing no sign of injury at all!

"Captain, it's really the Captain! Mighty, mighty Captain!" As that man approached, they finally saw his face clearly. The Ninth Regiment's people instantly erupted in excited cheers, and none were louder than Tie Xiong. He truly was worthy of being called captain—able to defeat even him. Even after such a heavy blow, he remained unfazed. That alone was something worth admiring!

"Captain, your hand..." Tie Xiong suddenly saw that Yan Wuque's horrifyingly mutilated half-hand had drooped down, and couldn't help but be startled. Captain, injured

Yann Wúqiè just smiled faintly, “My previous move was too sudden. While dodging the bullets, I accidentally got bumped by Qiao, it’s just a minor injury, nothing to make a fuss about.”

Only then did the crowd feel relieved, but in the eyes of Dragon's Fang members, Yan Wuxue seemed like a monster. Someone who could survive even a barrage of shells—could he still be considered human

"Mighty Captain, Mighty Captain!" For a moment, the morale of the Ninth Column soared. Everyone looked at Yan Wuque with admiration, proud to have such a captain and proud to belong to the Ninth Column!

On the other hand, the people on Longya’s side were listless and their spirits were crushed. This was especially true for He Liang. After a series of blows, he had lost all confidence. His belief, which he had held onto for over twenty years, was ruthlessly dismantled before the Ninth Army, and now this Ye Wuque completely shattered his last shred of hope. He was simply an insurmountable monster!

Even if it were Ye Fan, what difference would it make if he beat himself Wasn't he still trampled underfoot in his confrontation with Yan Wuque

Surrounded by cheers, Yan Wuque didn't become arrogant. He quickly scanned the surroundings and didn't see Ye Fan's shadow! His heart calmed down, could it be that he was blasted away

Originally, Yan Wuque, who had been beaten up badly by He Jianhou with bruises all over his face and injuries on his hands, was extremely unhappy. However, when he discovered that he was the only survivor, he was overjoyed!

He had just fought Ye Fan and realized Ye Fan's strength was unfathomable. If they continued fighting, the one who might survive in the end wasn't necessarily himself. Luckily, He Jianhou arrived just in time. This shot was well-placed; although he was injured, solving this arch-nemesis was worth the pain!

Yan Wuque walked straight to a middle-aged man who was trembling slightly, and said: "Mr. Yang Xiaosong, do you know if this life-or-death battle will have any results"

Yan Wuque said this, nothing more than to let Yang Xiao make a statement on his behalf. Ye Fan was inferior to himself, he had already defeated Ye Fan!

This is a huge deal for Yan Wuque. You have to understand, Ye Fan could very well be the legendary War God. If he defeated the War God, then his value would skyrocket, both domestically and internationally within the underground world!

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Yang Xiaosong wiped the sweat from his face. Today's battle was truly insane, the most thrilling and heart-stopping he had ever seen in his life!

Before Yang Xiaoqiang could speak, a cold voice rang out, “Ye Fan didn’t appear, and there’s no sign of his corpse here. How can we determine he lost just like that”

Long Nü's cold voice echoed, but at this time, Yan Wuque did not immediately retort. She only had today to protect him, after today, there would probably be no more chances. What was there to argue with a dead person about Yan Wuque thought generously in his heart.

But some of his subordinates stood up for him.

Tie Xiong roared, "Joke! If he doesn't appear, will this battle ever end Maybe he was already blown to pieces and vanished into thin air!"

"What did you say!" He Liang glared at Tie Xiong. Although Ye Fan wasn't one of their Longya people, deep down he had long considered Ye Fan and them as the same camp. He might have lost to Tie Xiong, but the honor of Longya was unquestionable!

As He Liang's voice fell, the members of Longya all took a step forward, each glaring angrily at Tie Xiong, wishing they could tear him to shreds!

"Do you want to fight again You're a pathetic loser!" Tie Xiong arrogantly said.

And the men of the Ninth Legion behind him stood their ground, advancing just as resolutely to meet the Dragon Fang.

"He Liang, stop!" The Dragon Girl suppressed the anger in her heart and shouted at He Liang.

"Iron Bear, stand down." Yan Wuque also spoke up at the right moment, addressing Iron Bear. He was already in control of the situation and didn't need to pay attention to these verbal disputes.

He Liang and Tie Xiong both unwillingly took a step back — Yang Yanwuque turned his head to look at Yang Xiaosong.

Yang Xiaosong naturally understood what he meant, so he stood up, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Since there was an agreement beforehand, this life-and-death duel has legal effect. No one is allowed to attack or retaliate under any pretext or means, otherwise it would be a violation of the arbitration law, and you can sue me at any time. I will also testify in court..."

"Okay, I announce that today Ye Fan and Yan Wuque's fight to the death, the winner is..."

Just as Yang Xiaosong was about to utter the last three words, a cold voice cut through the air, "Wait!" The voice wasn't loud, but it carried the piercing power of a bullet. No one present dared to disregard its presence.

Just because the person making that sound was He Jianzhong, the director of the Imperial Secretariat!

Everyone looked at He Jianhou in confusion. What was wrong It was said that He Jianhou had a sharp eye for people and things, but today the facts were right in front of them, so why was he still fixated on something else

But he saw He Jianhou's eyes staring intently into the distance, deep and intelligent, twinkling with cunning light.

What was he looking at The crowd was puzzled and all turned to look in the same direction.

A shadow slowly walked out from the depths of the secret forest in the distance, and this shadow was very familiar to them. It was Ye Fan who had disappeared!

And even from this distance, they could recognize Ye Fan at a glance because his appearance and clothes were exactly the same as they were before the battle just now!

And unlike when He Wujian first appeared, there was an eerie atmosphere when Ye Fan suddenly materialized before the people. everything that seemed suspicious.He suddenly pressed his hand into a dark groove beside him. Then, he heard a clicking sound from the opening of the hole. As he turned his hand, the clicking grew lo...