Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

The man spoke.

"How dare you, a mere rabble from a rifted realm, bare your teeth and brandish your claws before this old man?"

I could withstand Sirin's imaginary spear back then, you little brats aren't even worthy of carrying her shoes.

"Kneel down, all of you!"

He pressed his palm down half an inch.

All the Rift monsters on the battlefield were crushed into Rift sauce.

Jepard's hand holding the shield froze in mid-air.

He had seen many kinds of fighting: guns, swords and shields, and even monsters from different realms tearing each other apart.

But he had never seen anyone silence the entire battlefield by pressing down half an inch with just one hand.

He looked at the bespectacled man in mid-air, who was radiating golden light, and wanted to speak but found himself at a loss for words.

His adjutant behind him spoke up for him:

"Sir, who is that person?"

"I want to know too."

Jepard's voice was somewhat hoarse.

The five people in mid-air began to descend.

Walter's feet touched the snow.

He pushed up his glasses and looked around.

He let out a disappointed sigh.

"That's it? I haven't even warmed up yet."

Back when I clashed with the Herrscher in Siberia, the foreplay alone was enough to demolish half a city.

"With your skill level, you're not even qualified to warm up my cane."

"Uncle Yang is awesome! Uncle Yang is amazing! Uncle Yang is incredibly awesome!"

Qiye leaned halfway out from behind Walter, raised her hands above her head, and began to shout.

"I think Uncle Yang has already surpassed his peak self! Let's just call him Yang Chaoyue!"

Xing followed almost reflexively, shouting along in unison:

"Yang Chaoyue! Yang Chaoyue! Yang Chaoyue!"

March 7th's face instantly turned bright red. She grabbed Xing's sleeve, lowered her voice, and gritted her teeth:

Are you two crazy?!

Uncle Yang is in a bad state right now, and instead of trying to comfort him, you're helping him go crazy?!

And what's Yang Chaoyue's name?! It sounds like she came from a talent show!

"No, this is a summary of Uncle Yang's combat capabilities."

Xing carefully corrected her.

"Transcending oneself, transcending limits, transcending the stars—Yang Chaoyue."

Three breakthroughs, each building upon the previous one, demonstrate a high level of skill.

After saying that, she turned around and continued shouting.

"Yang Chaoyue! Yang Chaoyue!"

March 7th opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found herself unable to find a point to refute, and could only helplessly turn to Danheng.

I hope he'll say something.

Dan Heng stood to the side, arms crossed, silent for a long while, then sighed.

He didn't have any other options.

However, what truly drove March 7 to despair was not Qiye and Xing, but the Iron Guards.

The first recruit to be rescued got up from the ground.

Her eyes were still red, and she unconsciously repeated Yang Chaoyue's name.

After he finished reading, he paused for a moment, then his whole face lit up.

It's as if they've found some kind of fulcrum to support their beliefs.

"Yang Chaoyue! Yang Chaoyue saved us!"

He shouted to his comrades around him.

The veteran next to him stroked his beard and nodded thoughtfully:

"Yang Chaoyue... Yang Chaoyue... What a nice name! It's catchy!"

He turned and waved to the guards behind him.

"Brothers! Our benefactor's name is Yang Chaoyue! Remember that!"

Yang Chaoyue!

"Yang Chaoyue! Yang Chaoyue! Yang Chaoyue!"

At first, there were only a few scattered sounds, but then they spread across the entire battlefield like wildfire.

The Iron Guards raised their shields and weapons, shouting in unison to the rhythm.

Throughout the entire front line, hundreds of soldiers who had just crawled out of the gates of hell shouted the same name in unison.

The wind and snow were still blowing, and the shouts were deafening.

March 7th buried his face in his gloves.

She was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to come out.

She has experienced many outrageous things in her life.

But the scene of hundreds of people chanting "Yang Chaoyue" in unison definitely ranks in the top three.

"I feel like I'm participating in some kind of large-scale religious ceremony."

She said sullenly.

"Be confident, that's it."

Xing enthusiastically added insult to injury from the side.

Walter stood in the center of the crowd, arms crossed.

A haughty yet composed smile played on his lips as he accepted everything with equanimity.

He adjusted his glasses, turned to look at Qi Ye, and still had that same domineering confidence:

"Yang Chaoyue? Hmph, that's quite a catchy name. This leader grants permission."

Jepard stood there, still holding his shield, his mouth opening and closing several times but no sound came out.

His adjutant behind him asked in a dreamy tone:

"Sir... so our savior's name is really Yang Chaoyue?"

"...Probably."

Jepard was somewhat bewildered.

He watched as the bespectacled man stood tall amidst the cheers of hundreds of guards.

He remained silent for a while, then squeezed his eyes shut.

Regardless of whether his name is Yang Chaoyue or not, he saved the entire front line.

This favor is genuine. We'll talk about the rest later.

He whispered a few words to his adjutant, who immediately ran off to relay the order.

Instruct medics to expedite treatment of the wounded, and have logistics personnel assess ammunition depletion.

Have the scouts continue to keep an eye on the direction of the rift.

Although that palm strike just now crushed all the monsters on the battlefield.

But the rift itself is still there, and who knows when the next wave will come.

After arranging everything, Jepard walked over to Walter.

He stopped in front of him and gave a standard Iron Guard salute.

"Jepard, the Silvermane Iron Guard garrison commander, on behalf of all the soldiers on the front lines, thanks you for your assistance."

With everyone's help, we successfully repelled this wave of Rift Monsters' attack, and the defense line was held.

His gaze then swept over the group of strangers in front of him, whose style of dress was completely different from Belloberg's, and he looked on with a hint of doubt:

"But you all don't seem to be from Belleburg. May I ask who you are...?"

"Star Train".

Walter pushed up his glasses, his tone laced with an arrogant sense of entitlement.

"I am the strongest combatant of the Star Train, Walter Yang, the leader of the Anti-Entropy Alliance, also known as Yang Chaoyue."

Remember this name; you'll hear it often in the future.