Divine Seal: Fire Kirin Fly Template, shattering the Demon God Pillar!

Chapter 37 sets the tone! The hostility from Gao Yingjie

Holy City, Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

Inside the private room, a sumptuous feast had been prepared.

Li Hao sat in the main seat, Wang Yuanyuan sat next to him, and the other four sat on either side, looking somewhat reserved.

"Don't be shy, eat and drink to your heart's content." Li Hao smiled and raised his glass. "From today onwards, we are one, sharing both glory and loss."

"I hope that on the battlefields of the future, I can entrust my back to each and every one of you with complete confidence."

These words were spoken with true feelings.

Sima Xian was a straightforward man. Upon hearing this, he immediately picked up a wine bowl that was bigger than his face and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, Commander! As long as I, Sima Xian, am still alive, no one can hurt a single hair on your head!"

Having said that, he tilted his head back and downed a large bowl of ale, displaying a heroic spirit.

Lin Xin elegantly swirled the wine glass in his hand, adjusted his glasses (which weren't actually on his nose), and said with a smile:

"Captain, Sima Xian can handle the physical damage, but I'll take care of the magic damage and all the negative status effects."

"I have the latest 'all-resistance amplification potion' here, guaranteed to make the brothers invulnerable to swords and bullets, and impervious to water and fire."

"In addition, there are also Spirit Explosion Pills, Spirit Recovery Pills, Bloodlust Pills... Just name your preference."

As he spoke, he magically produced a large number of colorful bottles and jars from his storage ring, filling the entire table.

Chen Ying'er ate her snack in small bites. Hearing this, she mustered up her courage and whispered, "Commander Li... Commander Li Hao, I... I will try my best!"

"I will definitely integrate with the spirit furnace as soon as possible, and try not to hold everyone back."

Seeing this, everyone smiled kindly.

The atmosphere immediately became much more harmonious.

Zhong Li, who had been silent all along, also raised his wine glass and uttered two words succinctly to Li Hao: "I'll listen to you."

Without grand pronouncements, it carries more weight than any words.

Li Hao nodded in satisfaction.

This is exactly the kind of team he wants.

"Very good." Li Hao put down his wine glass, his expression turning serious.

“I don’t need you to become ‘balanced’.”

"Lin Xin, you should continue to delve deeper into your potion-making skills, master your alchemy to the extreme, and become our mobile fortress and supply depot."

"Sima Xian, don't even think about that bullshit healing spell. Hone your defense and punishment spells to the extreme, and become our strongest shield and our most powerful hammer!"

"Chen Ying'er, don't rush, take your time. Your task is to master your power as soon as possible. Every time you summon, it could be the key to victory or defeat for us!"

Li Hao's words.

It was like a ray of light, illuminating the confusion in the hearts of these "freaks".

all the time.

They are all criticized for their own "imbalance".

Lin Xin was denounced by countless magic mentors for neglecting his duties, Sima Xian was regarded as an outcast by the Priest Temple, and Chen Ying'er was even more so...

He was ridiculed even more because of his lack of self-control.

But now, their team leader, the most dazzling star of this year's selection competition, tells them—

You don't need to change!
All you need to do is take your "weirdness" to the extreme!
At that moment, a sense of "identity" and "belonging" arose spontaneously in the hearts of the four.

The way they looked at Li Hao completely changed.

It was a kind of trust and resolve that a scholar would die for one who understands him!

Li Hao doesn't need a balanced team; he just needs a group of "parts" who can maximize their individual strengths.

And he himself is the core, the most powerful engine.

He will assemble these unique "parts" into a war machine capable of crushing any enemy.

……

Three days passed in a flash.

For the past three days, the members of the First Demon Hunter Team have been inseparable.

They ate together, trained together, and practiced tactics together.

Lin Xin contributed a massive amount of pills, greatly improving everyone's spiritual energy recovery speed and cultivation efficiency.

Sima Xian served as the perfect sparring partner; his muscles, as solid as metal, were the best target for testing his attack power.

Chen Ying'er was practicing summoning, striving to harmonize with her own spiritual furnace.

Zhongli, on the other hand, was like a ghost, sometimes disappearing and sometimes appearing.

His elusive assassination skills constantly tested everyone's vigilance.

And Li Hao.

With his unfathomable strength and terrifying understanding of combat, he quickly molded this cobbled-together team into a nascent whole.

On the morning of the third day.

The Grand Trial Grounds of the Knights' Temple.

Ten newly formed demon-hunting teams, totaling sixty members, were all present and lined up neatly.

Li Hao's first demon-hunting team stood at the very front of all the teams, although the composition of the members still seemed somewhat "unique".

But the subtle yet palpable team aura they exuded secretly alarmed many. They had just finished regrouping.

A burly man with an exceptionally strong build, wearing heavy knight's armor and a rugged face, strode towards them.

The burly man's gaze swept over Li Hao and his group with disdain, like a searchlight.

Finally, his gaze settled on Li Hao, his tone filled with undisguised hostility and provocation.

"You... are the champion team of this year?"

The reputation of this "deformed demon hunter group" had already spread among the high-ranking officials of the Holy City.

Anyone who gets the chance to lead such a team on their first mission will have a headache.

Unfortunately, this unfortunate task fell to him, the Templar Knight Gao Yingjie.

Gao Yingjie was naturally seething with anger.

He, a dignified seventh-rank Templar Knight and a future Paladin, was actually leading such a bunch of misfits; it was an insult to his abilities.

coming?

Li Hao sneered inwardly.

What should come will always come.

The most classic form of suppression: giving new recruits a hard time.

He had seen this kind of tactic too many times in movies and TV shows in his previous life.

Soldiers who have just entered the battlefield need to hone their skills; this is the same in any world, and he can understand that.

But the attitude of the person in front of me... was rather too rude.

That look in his eyes didn't seem like he was looking at new recruits; it was more like he was looking at a pile of trash.

"Indeed, what can I do for you?" Li Hao replied calmly and respectfully.

Sima Xian, standing behind him, frowned and tightened his grip on the spiked club.

Lin Xin stroked his chin with great interest, seemingly assessing the other party's "drug resistance".

"Guidance is out of the question."

Gao Yingjie sneered and took a step forward, a heavy, mountain-like aura suddenly pressing down on Li Hao.

"I heard you're very strong? You defeated two seventh-tier professionals all by yourself?"

His voice suddenly rose, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Li Hao shook his head, his tone indifferent: "It's just a trick, it doesn't count."

He wasn't being modest; he was telling the truth.

That battle did indeed involve many elements of taking shortcuts.

But Gao Yingjie interpreted these words as a sign of guilt and weakness.

Whether it counts or not is not up to you to decide!

Gao Yingjie's patience ran out, and he was too lazy to waste any more words.

"On the battlefield, strength is everything! Let me weigh how much of your championship title is genuine!"

"Come and fight!"

A roar that shook the heavens and earth!
The ground beneath Gao Yingjie's feet suddenly trembled, and a yellowish-brown halo exploded from beneath his feet, unleashing a surge of powerful spiritual energy.

His right fist, encased in armor, glowed with a rich, earthy yellow light.

It's not fancy at all; it's just simple and straightforward.

Like a howling meteorite, it hurtled towards Li Hao's chest with a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

He used seventy percent of his strength in that punch!

He's going to punch me!
Just one punch!
We must knock this so-called champion to the ground and make him understand that there is an insurmountable gap between genius and strength.

"Arrogant!"

Faced with this sudden, powerful punch, a cold glint flashed in Li Hao's eyes.

He was too lazy to say anything more!

From the moment the other party appeared, he was on guard against this move.

Want to intimidate him?
Do they want to establish their authority by stepping on his reputation?

It also depends on whether you have the ability and the teeth.

Between the lightning and flint.

Instead of retreating, Li Hao advanced, stomping his right foot forward!
"Om-!"

A golden spiritual power, far more refined and domineering than Gao Yingjie's, erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption.

No spirit furnaces were activated, nor were any combat techniques used.

It's the purest, most primal punch.

A brilliant golden light shone from his right fist, as if he were holding a small sun, and he fiercely met Gao Yingjie's earthen-yellow heavy fist head-on.

"boom--!"

One large and one small, one yellow and one gold, two fists collided solidly under the gaze of countless shocked eyes.

(End of this chapter)