Gao Wu: You broke off the engagement at my 100th birthday banquet, do you dare take my punch?

"Leave the high-level martial artists to me."

Hidden among the crowd, the commander, ready to execute the decapitation plan at any moment, quickly stepped forward, his aura and mental energy surging simultaneously. He said to Qin Changsheng and the other man, "You've done well enough. Now it's our turn."

That's all.

Among the crowd, several previously unremarkable martial artists suddenly unleashed powerful auras.

"kill!"

The group roared at the same time and charged towards the sixth-rank martial artist from the Wolf God Clan.

Jiang Mengli looked at Qin Changsheng with suspicion: "Grandpa, did you... know all along that we had a powerful expert on our side?"

"nature."

Qin Changsheng said calmly, "Martial artists of the third rank or above are not like cabbages on the roadside. If the military hadn't made preparations, they wouldn't have sent us to our deaths in vain. Our mission is to break through the enemy lines and send them deep into enemy territory."

"Now that we've attracted the attention of a sixth-rank official, we've already exceeded expectations."

"this……"

Jiang Mengli's pupils trembled slightly, and she looked at Qin Changsheng with a hint of admiration: "As expected of a senior, it seems that I still have a lot to learn."

"I'll share my thoughts after I get back alive."

Qin Changsheng had no intention of continuing the conversation. Instead, he looked at the powerful enemies from all races swarming around him, gathered his blood and qi in his fists, and smashed them out with a bang!

bang bang bang-

Muffled thuds rang out continuously, and wherever the fist wind passed, many warriors from all races were thrown into the air with screams.

Qin Changsheng's fists rained down relentlessly.

The free warriors around him, though not as powerful as him, also unleashed their full power, their blood boiling, and charged madly at the warriors of all races around them.

Time passed by, second by second.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Qin Changsheng continued to throw punches, but his momentum was no longer as astonishing as it had been at the beginning. His muscles were constantly throbbing with lactic acid, but he still did not stop, relentlessly killing the warriors of the myriad races around him.

"Waaah—"

A heavy thud echoed throughout the entire area. Upon hearing this noise, the warriors of all races were first stunned, then turned and ran without hesitation.

"The myriad races have withdrawn their troops."

Qin Changsheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, he...

His entire body was soaked in blood, and his skin was covered with bloody, blurry wounds, making it impossible to tell whether the blood on his body was from the enemy or his own.

"it's over?"

Jiang Mengli killed the warrior from all races in front of her with a single sword strike. The B-grade alloy sword in her hand pierced the ground with a thud. She pressed her body against the sword, barely managing to stay upright.

This battle.

Her vital energy was completely depleted, yet she could still fight, all thanks to the unparalleled sharpness of her Grade B alloy sword.

Gradually.

Warriors from all races receded like a receding tide.

A loud shout echoed throughout the entire venue:

"In this battle, 30,000 warriors from all races were killed, including nearly a thousand of the fourth rank or above, ten of the sixth rank, and one seventh-rank commander. The human race has won a great victory!"

The sound, booming like thunder, reverberated clearly throughout every corner of the battlefield amidst powerful fluctuations of qi and blood.

"A resounding victory!!"

"Congratulations to the human race!!"

On the battlefield, the human warriors, whether from the armies of various provinces or the free warriors who came to provide support, all unleashed their inner energy and roared out, venting their emotions.

Several figures quickly approached Qin Changsheng and surrounded him.

"Come with us, someone wants to see you."

The person in the lead was the commander of the Ninth Central City. At this moment, he looked at Qin Changsheng with a complicated gaze, which contained both admiration and a hint of undisguised envy.

"Understood."

Qin Changsheng nodded slightly without showing any emotion.

At this time.

The commander then looked at Jiang Mengli and said, "You come along too."

"Yes."

Jiang Mengli nodded quickly. Even though she was a little weak at the moment, she knew that human warriors had strict rules during wartime. On the battlefield, whether they were free warriors or military warriors, they had to obey the orders of the military.

……

The eighth transit city.

Qin Changsheng was led by the group to a room.

inside the room.

The room was bright and clean, and even before entering, one could smell the rich aroma of tea wafting through the air.

An elderly man dressed in a blue Tang suit sat at the tea table. When he saw Qin Changsheng and his group enter, he nodded slightly and said, "Please sit down."

"He...he is..."

Jiang Mengli's pupils contracted slightly, a look of surprise appearing in her eyes: "Grandmaster Zhou, who is in charge of the Eighth Province?"

Qin Changsheng remained expressionless and sat down opposite the old man without any hesitation: "Oh, you're quite generous. This tea isn't cheap. Just the aroma alone makes my blood flow faster. It must be a top-quality product from the depths of the battlefield of ten thousand races, right?"

The old man in the Tang suit was taken aback.

As a grandmaster, he was indeed not pretentious in his daily life, but Qin Changsheng was acting too familiar.

"You...recognize me?"

Grandmaster Zhou squinted as he sized up Qin Changsheng.

After staring at it for a moment.

He was suddenly stunned, because Qin Changsheng in front of him... seemed somewhat familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"No, you're putting on an act with me?"

Qin Changsheng looked at Grandmaster Zhou in front of him and said with a half-smile, "I wonder who it was back then, who was clearly a third-grade cultivator, but was so scared when he first saw a warrior from one of the myriad races that he wet his pants on the spot. If he hadn't been kicked, that third-grade fool would have been stabbed to death by a second-grade cultivator."

brush--

Grandmaster Zhou suddenly stood up from the table, staring wide-eyed at Qin Changsheng: "No, impossible! How could you possibly know about this?"

"Of course, I was the one who kicked you back then."

Qin Changsheng laughed loudly, looking at Grandmaster Zhou in front of him with no respect for a grandmaster: "You heartless bastard, when I retired from the army, you hugged me and cried your eyes out, but all these years, you haven't come to Jiangnan City to see me?"

Grandmaster Zhou was stunned.

A moment later.

He finally realized what was happening and stared at Qin Changsheng in disbelief: "You...you're Centurion Qin?"

"You recognized me?"

Qin Changsheng patted Grandmaster Zhou on the shoulder and finally burst into laughter: "You're something else! When you joined my squad, I thought you'd amount to something sooner or later. I never expected you'd actually become a Grandmaster."

"Is it really you?"

Grandmaster Zhou rubbed his eyes hard, and at the same time, the face of Qin Changsheng in his memory gradually overlapped with the person standing in front of him: "Impossible, right? It's been so many years, Centurion, how could you, a second-grade cultivator who has suffered serious injuries, still be... so young? Your blood and qi haven't declined at all?"

"Can't you wish me something good?"

Qin Changsheng rolled his eyes, somewhat speechless: "What, you're allowed to become a Grandmaster, but I'm not allowed to awaken my bloodline a second time and return to the battlefield of all races?"