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Chapter 1203 - 833 The Competition Begins

Chapter 1203: Chapter 833 The Competition Begins

As the Battlefield Black Sheep gradually approached, Li Changhe, who sat upon the Bronze Throne, also grew closer to the east gate of Hundred Generals City.

With his current physique, he could easily hear the murmurs of the players.

Some nodded in greeting to him, while others didn’t think highly of him; many believed that Li Ba shouldn’t have come.

The debates of various factions went on without end.

Yun Ting in his mind was quite angered, but Li Changhe had no response.

He was never one to be concerned with external opinions.

Even if scorned by thousands, he was unfazed. The hero’s name had never been his desire.

Besides, he was not fighting alone.

Yang Dong, Moon God, Big Iron Pestle, and the Seahorse President, along with many captains and department heads from the Great Wall, were right behind him at this moment.

Chen Guang and Wuji had already entered Hundred Generals City. With their help, Li Changhe might be able to meet the King of Blood Riders ahead of time.

As for Xia Yun, she stayed at the final fortress with other official players, protecting the injured.

Upon learning that the general’s wife was wounded, Xia Yun made a vow to Li Changhe. Even if it cost her life, she would protect the lady.

Li Changhe addressed the golden-armored knights kneeling on one knee, "The matter entrusted to me by Lanxiu, I will fulfill. Continue to perform your duties and protect your brethren — that will suffice."

The last cry of the dying Lanxiu let these knights, who had regained their reason, become aware of Li Ba’s existence.

After learning that the demigod Lanxiu had reappeared because of Li Ba, transforming himself into the Golden Moon to combat the curse of the gods,

these native knights held great respect for Li Ba.

The golden-armored knights nodded and stood up, with one particularly familiar knight mounted on a very familiar golden-armored warhorse approaching.

This knight was the same one Li Changhe had encountered during his first trial run. Li Changhe had even taken his horse.

Now that they were rational again, the knight asked, "Tribute to you, General Li Ba. Do you require our aid? We shall not shirk from our duty."

With that, he glanced towards the players lingering outside the city gate.

Dozens of golden-armored knights also pointed their halberds toward the players who were still engaged in lively discussions.

At the same time, the crossbows atop the walls of Hundred Generals City were also aimed at the players. It seemed as if, at Li Changhe’s command, they would launch an attack on them.

This caused the complexion of the players to change. This Li Ba was somewhat excessive — ordering the Great Tang’s armored military was one thing since he was one of the founders of the Eternal Prosperous Tang Dynasty and held the rank of Tian Ce General, empowered to command any army.

But how long had he been here to have the native knights raise their weapons against the players? If he could command thousands of knights within Hundred Generals City, then wouldn’t that be...

Those players who were discontent with Li Changhe fell silent, eliciting mockery from others.

However, Li Changhe replied indifferently, "No need, this wall... is quite large."

This left the golden-armored knight somewhat perplexed. The wall?

What does this have to do with those who had affronted you?

Yet this exchange alarmed the players.

They, of course, understood all too well what Li Ba meant by "the wall."

The foul habits of both the Great Tang army and Great Tang players, which were also a significant reason for Li Ba’s notorious reputation, were because they were known for their brutal methods, smearing their enemies across the city walls.

Was this a threat? Intimidation?

Without pausing, Li Changhe rode on the Black Sheep towards the city gate. When he presented his medal, he vanished into the golden mist door at the city gate entrance.

Following him, Moon God, Yang Dong, and the others also entered through the gate.

It was only after the last official player entered the gate

that someone spoke up, "What does he mean by this? Is this a threat?"

"What else could it mean? Don’t kid yourself," chuckled a player. "It’s his warning for you Bloodrider bootlickers. If you dare to hinder him, he’s prepared to kill every single one of you without a trace of mercy! You’d best be careful, talking is cheap. But if you hinder him during the match, he won’t let you live. You could just choose which gate’s wall you’d prefer to be smeared on."

"The south looks good; the sun is nice," a player agreed.

"Doesn’t he realize that the prestige of the Bloodriders is insurmountably higher than his? And with a plethora of friends, if the Bloodriders needed, they could even muster a sizable team of strong players to escort and protect her in a task. It’s just that the Bloodriders haven’t asked," a player said coldly. "Is this Li Ba actually considering making enemies of the mighty? He’s really daring, isn’t he?"

"What’s there to dare or not dare? His woman and brothers have been harmed. He’s going to seek revenge, and if someone comes out to hinder him, then I, too, would fight to the death!" someone declared, revealing himself to be the Champion Marquis. He swept his gaze over the crowd and warned, "As fellow human players, I’m giving you all a warning. Do not interfere in the battle between the Bloodriders and Li Ba. Otherwise... you will die!"

With that, he entered the city gates along with the players from Great Qin.

As for the warning he issued, it was uncertain if anyone took it to heart.

[Players who have arrived at Hundred Generals City: 84]

...

On the other hand, Li Changhe was still surrounded by thick fog, with the Black Sheep nowhere to be found.

The Moon God, Brother Dong, and the others following him had also disappeared without a trace.

However, a red instrument resembling a compass had appeared in his hand.

It seems that even when entering the city gates together, players were forcibly separated.

This device was meant to guide players into the competition.

[Eastern Battlefield—No. 7]

[Option to forfeit, ranking based on timing of forfeiture]

[Number of players remaining until the start of the competition: 6...5]

"So, I’ve been allocated to the Eastern Battlefield," Li Changhe pondered and inquired among friends.

He learned that there were a total of four battlefields, with a hundred players to be divided among them.

Brother Dong was in the Southern Battlefield, Moon God in the Western Battlefield. Wuji, with no friends, was currently unknown. Chen Guang was also in the Western Battlefield.

So far, he knew that he shared a battlefield with the Seahorse President of the [Awei Protection Association].

For some reason, he was very enthusiastic about Li Changhe, acting as though he had found a kindred spirit.

He even said that his association possessed Legendary Quality medicines that might cure the girl’s injury.

It looks like this time, I’ll have to team up with this peculiar fellow. Hopefully, it won’t be a one-on-one duel with him.

Li Changhe thought to himself as he put away the Bronze Throne and walked forward.

The fog still enveloped the surroundings, but the outline of buildings outside the mist could be faintly discerned.

Inside Hundred Generals City was a magnificence that far outshone the desolation outside, with a large population and even larger, grander buildings than Xuan City.

This was the final safe area of humanity after the fall of the human dynasty and the original capital of the human kingdom.

It housed the last sparks of humanity.

Was the human king, whom Lanxiu was worried about, also here?

Li Changhe wondered, as he saw in his mind that the Hundred Generals Trial Sword participant number had been reached.

Following the entry of Li Changhe, the hot favorite into the competition, other players no longer waited and entered the city one after another.

The second stage of the competition officially began!

As the fog suddenly dispersed, Li Changhe found himself in a vast wilderness.

At the same time, the needle in his hand pointed in a certain direction.

Elsewhere, a short but well-built man was showing a toothy grin with sharp, pointed teeth.

"Eastern Battlefield, Bloodriders, Oh Bloodriders, it seems my luck is still good," he said.