The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Outside the crowd, thousands of bandits loomed in the shadows.

Some were standing on the rooftop.

Some stood on the treetops.

Some stood on the shoulders of passersby.

They spoke in unison.

"We're here too!"

One thousand innate ninth-order cultivators!

Near the execution platform, there were also more than a thousand dwarf warriors prepared by Nizdez.

However, half of them are still at the acquired level.

Compared to the bandits' level of uniformity, the gap is obviously huge.

The bandits not only had a superior overall skill level, but the weapons they used were also of very high quality.

The old king believed that the dwarves should stand with the chosen one and strive to revive Song Gua.

Naturally, some assistance was also provided in terms of resources.

Although the dwarves' technology tree is skewed, their expertise in forging is far ahead of the rest of the world.

Weapons and armor crafted by the dwarves are highly sought-after items among martial artists worldwide.

Products made by dwarves don't even have low-end items; they start with mid-to-high-end products.

Before his death, the old king ordered the opening of the national weapons and armor depots for bandits to choose from.

Although the bandits of today still outwardly wear Taoist robes, they are actually equipped with a set of well-fitting armor and weapons that are adapted to their own combat habits and are of high quality.

Upon seeing this, Nizhedez immediately backed down, realizing that he couldn't win with the limited forces he had on hand.

But on the surface, he still maintained a fierce attitude.

"Song Feng! Don't think you can disregard our laws just because the old king respects you! Leave the execution platform immediately, or don't blame us for being impolite!"

Song Feng approached Chui Na Shabi, and with a gentle flick of his spear, a sharp blade appeared at the tip, breaking the shackles on Chui Na Shabi's body.

"Heh, go ahead and make it public if you want. I'm not planning on staying here any longer anyway."

Hammer that idiot's iron chains were indeed specially made to bind the Overlord, and Song Feng could not easily break them.

But once the shackles were removed, Hammerna Shabi's body was able to stretch out.

He exerted all his strength, his muscles bulged and his veins popped out, and with a loud shout, all the iron chains on his body, legs, and feet snapped.

"then!"

In the crowd, Magnet Guy conjured up a large iron hammer and threw it over.

Hammer Nashabi was skilled with a hammer when he was at sea with Song Feng and Chen Gou fighting against the sea monsters.

Magnet Brother thoughtfully prepared his preferred weapon for him.

Thank you!

Hammer Nashabi took the hammer and stood in front of Song Feng.

"Mr. Song Feng, you should leave first. I cannot bear to watch these traitors harm our country. I must fight for my country and kill these national traitors!"

Song Feng patted Hammer that idiot.

"Where there's life, there's hope. If you truly can't bear to see the country suffer, you should cherish your own life."

Hammer, whose brain had not been nurtured by knowledge, suddenly felt that what Song Feng said made a lot of sense.

"Alright, let's fight our way out!"

Seeing Song Feng and Chui Na Shabi charge out, Nizhe Daiz immediately gave the order.

"Stop them! Wait for backup!"

Monkey King took the lead, his golden cudgel transforming into a hundred-zhang-tall giant. He rode on his somersault cloud, sweeping the cudgel horizontally, drawing a circular trench directly on the ground.

The dwarf warriors who tried to stop them were all swept away by Monkey King's area-of-effect attack.

In the distance, the dwarven musketeer guard, carrying muskets as large as cannon barrels, opened fire on Song Feng and his group.

Amidst a hail of bullets, in an instant.

Unfortunately, their bullets were made of metal.

So, after they opened fire, the bullets hit their own men, and half of them flew towards Nyzdezi, completely engulfing him.

"What?!"

Nizdez stared blankly, speechless. He stomped his feet, his beard stood on end, and a brown barrier lit up around him, successfully blocking Magnet's attempt to kill with a borrowed weapon.

The bandits on the outskirts clashed with the Royal Guard who came to their aid.

Song Feng instructed Wu Ge to transform into mist, which then manifested a line of text in the air.

"We'll only save that idiot Hammer, nothing else. Let him go, we won't kill him!"

Although the soldiers saw it, the current general of the country was Nizhnedes, and all soldiers had to obey his orders. He ordered them to stop the bandits, and the soldiers dared not disobey.

The people scattered and fled.

The area around the execution platform became a battlefield between bandits and dwarves.

"Fire Fist!!!"

"Hey Huozi, watch out! You're burning me!"

"That's why I hate street fighting the most; it just prevents me from fighting freely! Okay, I'll demolish the houses first, then there will be no more alleys!"

"I'll build a Tower of Babel to suppress these bastards."

"Magnetic Bro! Let's fight our way out first. There are too many of them. Don't make a big show of it!"

"Hehe! That was great! As soon as I'm back, there's a big battle!"

"Monkey King, could you make that stick smaller? I feel like it's blocking your vision. Are you just swinging it around randomly?"

The clones secluded themselves for two months to cultivate, and usually sparred with each other in martial arts and spiritual techniques.

This led to a large-scale battle with the dwarves, and they took this opportunity to put their newly learned techniques to the test in actual combat.

The times have changed.

It's no longer a professional system.

Previously, I was an alternate version of classes like mages, priests, and controllers. Now I really need to adapt, since I can't just throw out skills with my mouth or hands anymore.

In modern battles, one must constantly circulate one's cultivation techniques, allowing spiritual energy to flow throughout the body like blood, supplying every part of the body.

Only in this way can martial arts and spiritual techniques be successfully unleashed.

Of course, some people try to use multiple people at once, finding this fighting style unfamiliar.

Although they also have cultivation levels, they basically don't use martial arts techniques in combat; instead, they carry guns and cannons and bombard the surrounding area.

Song Feng did not have any requirements regarding the combat capabilities of his clones.

The clones decide how they want to fight, based entirely on their own will and habits.

There are no requirements regarding whether the clone cultivates or not.

The clones felt that their cultivation would provide 100% feedback to the main body, allowing Song Feng to improve as quickly as possible, which would benefit everyone. That's why they were so self-disciplined.

This is the capital city, and there are many troops guarding it.

Niederze used his authority to keep sending troops over.

With reinforcements arriving continuously, Song Feng and the bandits were unable to break through the encirclement for the time being.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle.

Whenever one of his clones was injured, Song Feng would promptly recall it to prevent its death.

The bandits who remained outside were all in top condition, with no wounded.

But this doesn't work for the dwarves.

If a soldier is wounded and loses his fighting ability, or if he is reduced in number, the entire group or squad will be affected.

As one side gains at the expense of the other, the dwarves suffer heavy casualties.

Hammer Nashabi felt deeply sorry for the soldiers who were sacrificing themselves in battle.

Song Feng noticed this, immediately stopped what he was doing, grabbed the microphone on the execution platform, and shouted.

"Soldiers! You were once led by General Hammer! Can't you tell who is the traitor and who is the loyalist? Stop aiding and abetting evil! Go to the beach and see, the Yaksha tribe has attacked you again. You're still fighting amongst yourselves. Do you want to be wiped out on this planet like the Orcs?!"