Train to Another World.

Chapter 206 Taking advantage of the situation
After a while, it was Li Zhuoguang's turn to go on stage.

Li Zhuoguang, Qin Daniu, and Pojun came to the ring. The fourth contestant was Feng Xingtong. When he entered the ring from the entrance, he saw the three people staring at him. He just felt his legs a little sore.

Lei Yan Pao and one of the two heroes who have become famous in recent years, no matter who they are, they are people who can cause earthquakes in the alien world with just a stomp of their feet. There is also a young man wearing a weird armor. Although I have never seen him before, he must be extraordinary to be able to travel with them, and Feng Xingtong does not dare to underestimate him.

It was a case of a loser facing a big boss, and three at a time. Feng Xingtong felt that he had experienced the difficulty of Benboerba at this moment. If he had any hesitation when surrendering, then he was out of his mind.

Feng Xingtong wanted to admit defeat at the beginning, but just as he raised his hand a little, he felt the murderous aura coming from the stands. Looking back, it was his sister Feng Shayan, who was staring at him with fierce eyes. It seemed that if he dared to surrender, his sister would rush down and eat him alive.

After being glared at by her, Feng Xingtong remembered that he and his sister came to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony this time not for the position of Heavenly Master or the Tongtian Talisman, but because their father, Feng Zhenghao, had just become one of the Ten Lords not long ago, and they needed to perform well in such occasions to make the Tianxia Association famous.

So, dying in the ring is okay, but surrendering voluntarily is not.

Feng Xingtong showed a tearful expression, looked at the three people in front of him, and said with difficulty: "I am Feng Xingtong from the Tianxia Association, please teach me."

Qin Daniu shook his head. An opponent who had lost his fighting spirit had no appeal to him. And Li Zhuoguang, although he just liked to bully the weak and enjoy the pleasure of bullying the weak, he was an old man after all, and he had to take care of the newcomers, so he reluctantly gave this delicious little chicken to Pojun.

When Po Jun heard that Li Zhuoguang asked her to go up, he instinctively felt happy: "Can I chop off his head and bring it back in exchange for merit?"

Pojun liked the short-haired white head more and more. If he could take the head back, anyone who saw it would say it was the head of a barbarian. Moreover, the skin was delicate and fair, and it was obvious that he was a descendant of a noble family. Wouldn't this be the third level of promotion?
"no!"

Pojun lowered his head when he heard this, and bargained reluctantly: "What about the ears? Ears are fine too."

"This is a sparring match, you can't kill him, and... do you really think you can beat him?"

"Humph! A meaningless fight..." Po Jun saw Li Zhuoguang's hand raised and said quickly, "We can fight."

As the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain announced the start of the competition, Pojun drew his sword and moved towards Feng Xingtong cautiously.

Feng Xingtong did not dare to be careless, and immediately used one of the eight great skills passed down in his family - Binding Souls and Summoning Generals, and began to summon the souls of the dead.

Xiong Facai was drinking honey water in the stands and said to Aliana, "This method is somewhat similar to the Impure World Reincarnation, but it's a pity that it can only summon the souls of the dead to oneself, and cannot give them a body."

Aliana nodded: "Other souls flowing into the body will eventually have some impact on the body. This method is not very good."

Because of the need to fight, Feng Xingtong did not summon Wang Zizhong, but chose to summon the heroic spirit of an ancient general.

Po Jun noticed that Feng Xingtong's aura had changed, and immediately turned around and yelled at Li Zhuoguang: "He's cheating, taking advantage of the situation during the sparring. You won't even let me kill him?"

"No means no."

Po Jun pursed his lips and complained, "Humph! I'm the only soldier here and I can't borrow any military support. Otherwise..."

But seeing Feng Xingtong's aura constantly rising, Pojun weighed the long sword in his hand, and felt that rushing forward would be a suicide, so he decided to give it a try.

Just borrow whatever you can. What if the land under your feet is an ancient battlefield?
Po Jun drew his sword and cut his palm, spilling blood on the ground, and began to use the secret military strategy that every soldier in Dashun would learn - borrowing momentum. If you are in the ranks, you can borrow the momentum of the army. If you are in a desperate situation, you can also borrow the momentum of your comrades.

There were not many soldiers stationed at the Black Abyss Pass where Po Jun was stationed, and most of them were veterans. However, the reason why they were able to resist the foreign races for decades was because the Black Abyss Pass was a strategic location, and countless frontier soldiers throughout the ages had left their lives here. Outside the Black Abyss Pass, it could be said that there were layers of soil covering layers of bones, layer upon layer, endless. Even if an enemy ten times their own size broke through the pass, the frontier soldiers could take advantage of the situation and fight against the foreign enemies like gods of war.

Because Pojun had been staying in the border army camp of Heiyuan Pass since she was born, she only knew how to take advantage of the situation of the ever-victorious army of Heiyuan Pass.

She spilled the blood on the ground and then covered her face with her hands, painting her face red with the blood. Her facial features became blurred, as if she was wearing a red mask, making it impossible to see her true appearance.

Then she shouted in a low voice: "Drive out the aliens and protect our country!"

This is the oath sworn by the Ever-Victorious Army when they take advantage of the situation. Anyone who keeps this oath, whether living or dead, will be able to help.

As Pojun finished speaking, a chilly wind began to blow in the ring. Countless figures appeared on the ring. Feng Xingtong was shocked. He had never heard of any necromancy that could summon so many dead souls at once.

He immediately started to summon the spirits and send them away. His family secret technique was the nemesis of all kinds of necromancy and spiritualism in the world. Even if there were more of them, he couldn't... What was going on? He couldn't summon them?! Something seemed to have pinned them down. Unless they were willing, there was no way to save them or expel them.

Seeing that the Soul-Binding and General-Sending Technique had no effect on these ghosts, both Feng Zhenghao and Wang Ai frowned.

There were more and more people standing on the stage, and they were about to fill it up. The people in the stands also became nervous. It was easy for the people present to deal with a few ghosts, but the problem was that there were too many of them.

Because of his practice of the Soul Binding and General Summoning Art, and because he was close to them, Feng Xingtong could vaguely see the attire of those figures.

"Are these all workers?! How come there are so many dead workers in Longhu Mountain?"

Feng Xingtong suddenly remembered that next to Longhu Mountain was Tongdu. He and his sister had arrived there a few days earlier, and before the Luotian Grand Ceremony began, they took a tour around the area.

Seeing these workers, he suddenly remembered a place he had just visited, and said absentmindedly, "The memorial tower on Xiangjialing."

The memorial tower commemorates the more than 2,000 laborers who died tragically when foreign races invaded the Central Plains decades ago.

Feng Xingtong was thinking about it, but found that all the figures on the field suddenly disappeared. He looked up suddenly and found that there was something wrong with the strange child in armor in front of him.

Li Zhuoguang also frowned. What secret technique did this dead kid use to take so many dead souls into his body?

Countless grievances mixed with brutal pressure rose from her body, making the people around her feel cold in their hearts.

Po Jun raised his head, revealing a pair of eyes full of anger and hatred, and looked at Feng Xingtong. Feng Xingtong's breath stagnated, and he found that the strange child was gone.

"It's bad!" Li Zhuoguang knew something was going to happen when he saw Pojun's look, so when Pojun launched the attack, he also disappeared from the spot.

Just before Po Jun's long sword was about to chop off Feng Xingtong's head, he managed to stop it.

Feng Xingtong also felt the chill on his neck, and turned around to find that Pojun had appeared behind him at some point. The long knife was already on his neck, but Li Zhuoguang's hand holding the knife was tightly grasped, so his head was not chopped off.

Feng Xingtong's body suddenly softened and he knelt on the ground. His energy dissipated and the spell to bind his spirits and dispatch his generals was automatically lifted.

(End of this chapter)