World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1115 - 502: Conquer the masses!_2

Chapter 1115: 502: Conquer the masses!_2

As Lanling charged alone on horseback toward an enemy army a hundred times greater, Suo Mo saw an unstoppable aura of dominance emanating from him. It was a charisma that stirred the blood and beckoned loyalty, even though Lanling’s martial skills were still lacking.

To Nini’an, witnessing Lanling’s relentless advance, cutting through the enemy ranks like a blade through water, sent waves of tremors through her delicate frame. She felt a mix of fear and awe rattle through her body.

She didn’t care whether it was rational or what the reasons were.

She only felt that this moment set her aflame, unleashing an uncontrollable surge within her.

Such overwhelming dominance, such breathtaking brilliance.

Meanwhile, the brothers of the Foreign Tribe Army, upon witnessing this scene, found their impression of Lanling soaring to new heights.

Many instinctively wondered—perhaps this man, who always charged at the forefront, might make a better leader for their entire army.

Though they lacked the education to understand the saying "Even if tens of thousands oppose me, I shall march forward," they could grasp the essence and feel utterly subdued by it.

Only Du Yan felt an intense unease rising within his heart.

For the first time, he faced Lanling directly—the younger adopted brother whose martial abilities were worlds apart from his own.

Lanling was not ignorant, nor foolish, nor trapped in a narrow worldview. Every move he made carried deep strategy and foresight.

Moreover, Du Yan could clearly sense the fiery adoration in the Foreign Tribe Army brothers’ gazes when they looked at Lanling.

This rise means that Lanling’s elevated status directly threatens the decline of Du Yan’s own.

Should this trend continue, the entire Foreign Tribe Army might eventually prefer Lanling as their leader over Du Yan, despite his superior martial prowess.

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Lanling shattered the silence!

Facing Konstantin, he declared, "Chieftain, Lanling has fulfilled his mission and claimed victory in the second trial duel!"

Konstantin’s face twitched repeatedly before he shouted, "Good! Credit Lanling the Centurion and all the cavalry of the Foreign Tribe Army with an achievement worth ten heads per person!"

Such was the customary reward for winning a pre-battle duel—equivalent to ten enemy kills.

But the Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe’s face darkened as he barked harshly, "Execute the defeated cavalry! Kill all the warhorses!"

Lanling shouted, "Wait!"

The Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe sneered, "What is it?"

Lanling said, "We’ve won the duel. So, these one hundred magnificent warhorses are our spoils of war, correct?"

"And so what?" The Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe sneered again. "I’ll slaughter them all and send their meat over to you."

Lanling responded, "Kill the men if you wish—I don’t care! But I want those one hundred warhorses!"

The chief’s face twitched furiously. He was utterly unwilling to surrender those hundred prized horses to the Chimera Tribe, as doing so equated to aiding an enemy.

But Lanling was right—having won the duel, the horses belonged wholly to him.

"Take them, then!" Though seething, the chief waved his hand and relinquished the hundred warhorses to Lanling.

The chief might have been straightforward, but had it been Konstantin, he would have concocted ten reasons to refuse.

"Hurrah! Hurrah!" Instantly, the Foreign Tribe Army cavalry cheered wildly.

These were the finest steeds of the Wild Horse Tribe, each one remarkably majestic. Having such horses was akin to being armed with razor-sharp swords in battle!

At Lanling’s command, the soldiers eagerly rushed forward to gather the scattered warhorses.

But the proud steeds of the Wild Horse Tribe quickly rebelled, refusing to be subdued by the cavalry of the Foreign Tribe Army. Their piercing neighs and fierce kicks made it impossible for anyone to mount them.

Angered, Lanling unleashed the unique energy coursing within him.

Mounted atop his own horse, Lanling rode around the battlefield, and wherever he passed, the wild and frenzied steeds bowed their heads in submission, allowing the Foreign Tribe Army cavalry to mount them with ease.

The sight chilled the Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe to his core!

These proud warhorses bent so willingly to Lanling’s command. What would happen when a real battle broke out?

...

Konstantin turned to the Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe, "My brother, shall we proceed to the third trial duel, or do we begin the war directly?"

The chief’s expression turned grim. What trial? War seemed equally unfeasible at the moment!

Lanling’s miraculous performance had thoroughly crushed the morale of the Wild Horse Tribe.

Moreover, this demon—the enigmatic Lanling—had even inspired fear and complete submission in the warhorses. Without understanding the cause, launching a reckless attack would be unwise.

After all, cavalry was the Wild Horse Tribe’s trump card. If this crucial strength failed in battle, the consequences could be catastrophic.

Ultimately, the chief shouted, "Enough for today! Rest up and prepare for war tomorrow!"

Before the battle, he needed to devise a counter-strategy to reverse the situation.

Using the chief’s decision as leverage, Konstantin ordered his troops to retreat and return to camp.

As for the wager between Lanling and Nini’an, Konstantin feigned ignorance, hoping to quietly let it slide.

But Lanling called out loudly, "Miss Ninian, what about our wager?"

Konstantin’s face fell.

If his daughter Nini’an were to suffer humiliation in public at Lanling’s hands, her value and reputation would plummet.

Yet, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, it was difficult for him to backtrack—unless Lanling retracted the demand. And so, his gaze turned icy as he glared at Lanling, filled with a warning laden with killing intent.

But Lanling, as expected, let him down.

"Miss Ninian, are you planning to renege on a wager made under the watchful eyes of all present?" Lanling sneered.

In the Barbaric Wilderness, honor was of utmost importance. Once a promise was made, it had to be fulfilled.

Breaking a promise brought dire consequences!

For Ninian, the situation was clear: if she fulfilled the wager and allowed Lanling to take liberties, she would surely lose social standing and her reputation would take a hit.

But if she reneged, the damage would be far worse. Breach of trust would earn widespread disdain, spreading across all surrounding tribes—she would be labeled unreliable, and nobody would ever trust her.

Thus, in the Barbaric Wilderness, one must never make promises lightly. And once made, they must be kept.

Suddenly, Ninian, the Chimera Tribe’s flower, gritted her teeth and declared, "I am Konstantin’s daughter! I keep my word!"

With that, she strode forward, proud as a peacock, under the focused gaze of the crowd.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The soldiers from both tribes erupted into cheers and whistles.

Ninian’s decisiveness earned her a wave of admiration.

The soldiers from the Barbarian Tribe always appreciated a thrilling spectacle like this.

Ninian stopped in front of Lanling, her chin held high, her slender neck arched with pride.

"Lanling, I am here to honor my promise. You can proceed." Ninian said.

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