Chapter 301: I Will Break Them with My Fists (2/2)
“Doesn’t matter how many soldiers he is commanding, I will break them with my fists!”
Fei quickly got out of the negative emotions, and his confidence boosted as he clenched his fists.
He understood the essence. There were many paths to success. Perhaps that Arshavin’s path was to command armies, but Fei liked another path – he didn’t want to rely on others for safety including his henchmen.
Real powerful warriors didn’t need soldiers and troops; they only needed themselves.
Only being invincible individually meant invincible forever.
“I have my own path!”
Paris didn’t expect Fei to break free from the presence that the Elder Princess created with the help of his soldiers.
For some reason, she suddenly thought of someone else –
Six years ago, that handsome young man who liked having the disabled dog in his arms stood on the defense wall of St. Petersburg and watched [Zenit’s God of War] coming back home after another victory. It was the first time that the two of them met, and Dominguez only seemed to be shocked for a split second as well. He then yawned and murmured: “Boring…… raising my puppy is better than leading the troops……”
“Oh, I’m curious about one more thing. In about half a month, the battle of the Martial Saints of the two empires is going to take place. Since the two empires are in a war, is the battle going to happen on time?” Fei switched the topic as he looked up at the Martial Saint Mountain that was high-up in the sky.
“On Azeroth Continent, nothing can affect the battle between the Martial Saints once the [Martial Saint Invitation] had been issued. The outburst of the war would only make it more meaningful.” Paris fixed her fluttering hair and answered: “The battle between the Martial Saints would greatly affect the state of the war. The battle between them is just as important as the actual war happening in the southern regions.”
“Then do you know what is the likeliness of Martial Saint Krasic winning?” Fei asked.
“No one can defeat Mr. Krasic!” Paris responded firmly.
Fei was silent.
He really didn’t know this Martial Saint, and he didn’t know how powerful this Mr. Krasic was. A Moon-Class Elite? A Sun-Class Lord? It felt like every citizen of Zenit worshiped this Martial Saint. The craze even made Paris who was a really intelligent person to have complete confidence in him.
“Who is this man?” Fei wondered.
After they talked about some non-important stuff, Fei left first.
“Alexander, remember your promise.” Paris suddenly said as she stared at Fei’s back.
“Huh?”
“Remember? As long as I ask, you have to help Dominguez his highness out, even if it is only one strike.” Paris said in a loud voice. Fei felt like he was hallucinating; he felt like Paris was waiting for his response, and she was a little nervous to hear the answer.
“Eh.”
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The reinforcement troops of Zenit crossed Moro Mountains like a black dragon, and they disappeared on the horizon as hundreds of thousands of citizens prayed for them.
After Fei left, he didn’t hurry back to Chambord. He went undercover and wandered around the camp area. After he observed all the kingdoms that made into the final round of matches for about one hour, he walked to the campsite of the level 6 affiliated kingdom Byzantine.
After Fei showed his identity, the alerted Byzantinian were all surprised.
Fei quickly received a warm welcome, and the young king Constantine even rushed out of his tent before he had the chance of putting on shoes. He and his queen Izabella both came out of the tent and greeted Fei with the highest honor.
Almost all the people at Byzantine treated Fei like the lord and savior.