Chapter 402 – Strongest Urban Disciple (Two)

Generally speaking, when hostile relations haven’t been formally established, these Dragon Country soldiers wouldn’t actively involve themselves in conflicts.

Yet the current situation was fundamentally different.

Though “homeland” consisted of merely two characters, few realized how deeply national sentiment permeated every stroke of those words.

At this very moment, within the sea of flames.

As their green uniforms burned away, each soldier revealed themselves as enraged blades, fearlessly charging forward without regard for their lives.

Fire Crodi couldn’t help feeling somewhat surprised witnessing this relentless wave of attackers.

Logically, the gap between SS-class and S-class should be as vast as heaven and earth, yet reality proved otherwise.

Thinking this, Fire Crodi couldn’t resist shouting:

“If you insist on seeking death, don’t blame me for showing no mercy.”

But what answered Fire Crodi were countless Military Prisms thrusting from all directions.

As three Military Prisms stabbed into him simultaneously, instead of the expected bloody spectacle, they all melted into pools of molten metal, scattering in all directions.

This shocking scene left every onlooker present awestruck and solemn.

Fire Crodi’s flame abilities formed what amounted to armor of fire, demonstrating truly formidable power.

However.

The soldiers behind watched helplessly as their comrades ahead were pierced through the chest by fiery blades!

Their calm expressions were particularly chilling to behold.

Truly, beneath their steadfast exteriors beat bleeding hearts.

But as Dragon Country soldiers, how could they let their comrades’ sacrifices be in vain?

One could say the desperate opportunity created by three soldiers risking everything had ignited the fighting spirit of the entire wolf pack around them.

The cries of “Fight to the bloody end” and “Face death unflinchingly” echoed through the air, becoming their collective conviction.

They launched wave after wave of suicidal charges.

While alive, they would never cease;

Facing death, what was there to fear!

Even in death, their proud figures remained standing tall with dignity long after their eyes had closed.

Their transformation into this phoenix-like spirit defied description, profoundly impacting every witness present.

In that moment.

This unprecedented sensation swept through them, and even the most arrogant disciples couldn’t help but empathize.

Why were they trembling?

Not merely because of the fearless warriors charging ahead.

But because they felt deep shame for their own previous cowardice.

One by one, they questioned their hearts:

Could they, like these soldiers, dare to sacrifice everything for their beliefs, even their one and only life?

The answer became painfully clear!

Regardless of their status in various sects, a simple question remained:

‘Can’ or ‘Cannot’?

Neither answer came easily to their lips.

Yet witnessing figure after figure advance courageously into certain death to create opportunities for their comrades…

Only at this moment did they belatedly understand.

This military concept often misunderstood by ordinary people contained a conviction they themselves inherently lacked.

That was courage, and fearlessness.

Daring to draw their swords even when death was certain.

And this deeper meaning awakened through experience: even facing certain destruction, they would charge forward relentlessly.

Just as “Without a heart that faces death unflinchingly, how can one protect the homeland? Compared to your skills of scheming and intrigue, how could you possibly…”

“Compare to us!!!”

And those ringing cries still reverberated endlessly, clear as the vast heavens, mighty and unceasing.

Trembling yet?The outcome was evident, leaving even the three Protectors of the Golden Lion King utterly stunned.

“These guys are truly terrifying.”

“No, it’s more accurate to say this is a kind of spirit.”

“Something deeply ingrained in their bones, alas…”

And the one who felt it most profoundly was undoubtedly Fire Crodi on the battlefield.

After all, even after Fire Crodi had pierced through half the sea of enemies, he felt no relief from the pressure—instead, it only seemed to grow heavier.

“Damn it, all of you, just die!”

Fire Crodi roared in fury.

Yet the soldiers remained silent and did not retreat.

They simply ignited their convictions, performing a unified action—

their final counterattack!

One after another, they threw themselves into the fray, launching a desperate Life-Death charge.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

In that moment, even someone as powerful as Fire Crodi felt his scalp tingle.

Beneath the sea of flames, what appeared to be an all-consuming inferno was, in reality, the last vestige of warmth from the souls of soldiers defending their homeland.

Was it shocking?

How could it not be shocking!

Little did he know…

As Fire Crodi watched the surrounding figures closing in, he could only bellow:

“Is this what you call faith? It’s nothing special! Even if you fear no death, what does it matter? You’ll all die just the same!”

“Roar, roar, roar!”

Yet, despite the tremors that shook the heavens and the echoes that lingered, they could not erase the Innate ferocity inherent in these soldiers.

Witnessing their comrades plunge into the flames filled them with more rage than anyone present could comprehend.

Along with that rage came unwillingness, reluctance, remembrance, and a mix of shock and fury!

And as these myriad emotions intertwined, it was as if they were about to ignite the boiling blood within each and every one of them.

Even in the face of certain death, they never forgot the pride and faith they held in life.

Fire Crodi: “Hahaha, it’s useless! No matter how many come, it’s useless! My power is inexhaustible—how could mere mortals like you hope to shake it!”

“Is that so?”

Just then, a calm yet murderous tone quietly permeated the battlefield.

It was as if the depths of winter had arrived early, freezing both body and soul.

Like a silent sigh, it evoked a range of emotions, or like a clear stream beneath the blooms of the other shore at the end of a burning life.

A figure.

A Heavy Edge!

Swaying like a willow in the wind, it slowly emerged before the eyes of both sides.

It was actually a masked youth, striding forth with swift determination.

His seemingly unhurried pace belied a speed as sudden as thunder.

“Who are you?”

“You’re too noisy.”

“Argh!”

The ensuing scream, a Sudden Arrival, shook heaven and earth, startling everyone into high alert.

Right then and there, a newly ascended SS-rank king was decapitated on the spot.

Even in his final moment, he clearly hadn’t understood why his vision had shifted away from what lay ahead.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

“Who is that…”

“This is getting more and more interesting. Losing to him by a move or two back then was the shame of my life. It’s time for revenge!”

“Bodi, you know this guy? His entrance is impressive, but he’s way too full of himself.”

“Him? Not only is he full of himself, he’s also incredibly strong. And that name is one I’ve never been able to forget…”

“…”

It could be said that as soon as this figure charged into the sea of flames,

unexpectedly, he became the true god of fire descending upon them.

He raised both arms high, as if devouring the universe like a black hole.

Utterly unresisting, he began to voraciously swallow the blazing inferno filling the sky.The scene that met his eyes was distinctly marked by his cold, sharp edges.

“Is that Ye Kuang?”

In an instant, the Elder couldn’t hold back and burst out cursing, “How long do you want us to wait? Hah…”

Tie Feng, upon hearing this, was momentarily stunned, his mind drifting back to a young man from years past.

Ye Kuang!