Supreme Electromagnetic Tyrant
Chapter 313 - 233 Battlefield Harvest

Chapter 313: Chapter 233 Battlefield Harvest

Huangyan Lan noticed the change of expression on her teammate’s face, finally came to her senses, and reacted very quickly, her expression turning stern immediately.

"My teammate only asked for an apology, you shouldn’t treat them like this."

"You’re too much!"

As if seeking justice for her teammate, dragon scales materialized on her body, her pupils turned fiery red, and she drew the great sword that was strapped to her back, pointing its tip at Ji Xinghuo.

The surrounding mercenaries who were enjoying the show all showed surprise.

"Dragon Warrior..."

"How come even a Dragon Warrior has become a mercenary in the Blood Fury Tribe?"

"This is going to be good."

When Huangyan Lan heard the bustling discussions, all eyes on her, making her the center of attention, excitement surged within her.

If she could face Ji Xinghuo in combat and defeat him, it would feel even better!

She was determined to make this man submit.

However, Ji Xinghuo, faced with Huangyan Lan’s challenge, showed no reaction at all, as if he didn’t see her, which in the eyes of Huangyan Lan and the others, was a silent form of arrogance.

Huangyan Lan was extremely displeased and was about to provoke further when suddenly, an overwhelming aura descended.

A towering figure appeared instantaneously in front of the sword.

"He Yan, sir!"

Huangyan Lan quickly lowered her great sword, her four teammates also greeting him with a salute.

This Blood Warrior had a gloomy face like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment, his face covered in scarlet tattoos suppressing fury, and he swept a look over the mercenaries who were enjoying the spectacle, shouting: "This is a military camp, everyone behave and get back to your tents!"

The mercenaries scattered like pardoned birds at this.

Standing there, Huangyan Lan and her four teammates were all trembling, He Yan interrogated, "Why aren’t you leaving?"

Sir, this is our tent," Huangyan Lan replied.

He Yan glanced at Ji Xinghuo inside the tent and frowned, his intention was only to suppress chaos within the camp to maintain order, and he then asked, "What’s going on?"

The Martial Artist Ji Rong immediately answered, "Sir, our captain just wanted to befriend him, but this man was unreasonable. We asked for an apology..."

"Shut up."

He Yan lost interest after just a couple of sentences.

Although he arrived late and did not witness the event, he could guess that these people had been put in line by Ji Xinghuo, scornfully saying, "If you want to retain your dignity, challenge him on the sacrificial stage."

Ji Rong’s face turned red, but he could not utter another word.

This was the style of the followers of the Red Emperor, who do not bother about right or wrong, but follow the law of the jungle, only respecting strength as heroism.

Any objections can be settled on the sacrificial stage in a life and death duel.

The deceased offer their blood to the Red Emperor;

The survivor is a winner, gaining all benefits and the right to speak.

Although he was quite discontent with Ji Xinghuo, he was aware of his own limits. From the few moves with which Ji Xinghuo had knocked down his team, it was apparent that Ji Xinghuo’s capabilities far exceeded his and his teammates’, and that even their captain might not be a match; ascending the sacrificial stage would mean delivering their own death.

He Yan swept a contemptuous gaze over them, his eyes finally resting on Huangyan Lan: "How about you?"

He was asking if she wanted to challenge.

"Please arrange another tent for us, Lord He Yan. Huangyan Lan did not dare to take the challenge either; she was not confident about winning the duel, nor did she wish to truly become enemies with Ji Xinghuo.

After all, she was a Dragon Warrior from the True Dragon Dynasty, to which He Yan gave a higher regard, agreeing to her request.

"Cause no more trouble."

He Yan warned before leaving, giving Ji Xinghuo a different look.

Huangyan Lan moved with her teammates to gather their belongings, took their mounts, and went to another tent. He Yan did not arrange for others to move in, and with only three people, the tent suddenly became much more spacious.

"Awesome!" Xia Qingyu laughed out loud.

Ji Xinghuo shook his head.

Over these days, he had become familiar with Xia Qingyu’s temper, very capable but with a foul mouth, especially when women were around, never willing to suffer a slight and very venomous in speech; a few words from him were enough to provoke someone else’s anger.

If not for his taunting today, the fight would not have erupted.

This kind of temperament easily caused trouble, and it was a wonder how Xia Qingyu had survived this long without getting into serious trouble.

Ji Xinghuo had thought about advising him to be more careful with his words, but then he thought it over and realized he had no place to make such demands, nor did he have any relationship with him.

As he watched Xia Qingyu and Misha getting cozy on the bed again, unabashedly affectionate,

Ji Xinghuo could not stand to watch and had to leave the tent.

The military camp featured a training ground, but it was too crowded, so he took out his spear to practice in the training ground, not enhancing the spear with Electromagnetic Field, just relying on pure strength. In throwing, he secretly manipulated the metal to accelerate, adapting to the spear’s weight and flying trajectory.

Even so, Ji Xinghuo quickly drew the attention of Highlanders nearby after practicing for a while.

The twenty-kilogram spears, appearing very light in his hands, could be thrown over two hundred meters with a casual toss, striking targets with precision, hitting them every time.

Every Highlander had practiced with spears, and many were very skilled.

But compared to Ji Xinghuo, they were far inferior.

After practicing spear-throwing for half a day, Ji Xinghuo felt it was pointless; it was exhilarating when the spears flew out, but retrieving them was annoying, a waste of time, and not conducive to any progress.

Returning to the tent, Xia Qingyu and Misha had finally calmed down.

At night,

Just as Ji Xinghuo thought another dull evening was ahead, the military camp suddenly stirred into action, and the Highlander messenger arrived with orders, designating a group of mercenaries to prepare for battle.

Ji Xinghuo and the other two were also involved.

The military quickly assembled at the camp parade ground, and He Yan, riding his formidable Wolf King, watched as his personal soldiers tallied the numbers.

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