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Chapter 110 Vlad the Hostage

"As you all probably already know, I've just acquired a formidable general!"

Muhammad stood in the hall, below him a group of armored warriors, their faces filled with excitement, listening intently.

"Many people know his legend: 108 battles, each enemy a shrewd warrior chosen from the most prestigious gladiatorial arenas in Turkey. There were giants two meters tall, like beasts, assassins with exceptional fighting skills, and even the bravest warriors of Turkey. Yet none of these elite warriors could withstand a single blow from him! Not even a single blow!"

Vlad, positioned at the forefront of the generals, looked solemnly at Muhammad, whose face was filled with excitement as he roared and recounted Lin Jue's achievements.

These were his last few years as a hostage. Even those who had participated in many major battles had watched the gladiatorial combats of that one under the guidance of Muhammad.

Extremely powerful, yet different from their exquisite swordsmanship, unparalleled reaction speed and mysterious power limit, and finally that disdainful gaze, even he, who had already made a name for himself on the battlefield and carried the name of the Piercing Duke, felt a powerful pressure!

As Muhammad finished his speech, everyone in the entire hall turned their attention to the slowly opening doors above.

A handsome face, clad in heavy knight's armor, with a brisk gait and a slight smile, came into the sight of all the warriors. Everyone held their breath, as the not-so-burly figure brought them unprecedented pressure, and that iconic smile even became a nightmare in their dreams.

None of the soldiers who watched Lin Jue fight could control their wildly beating hearts.

Muhammad went straight up to Lin Jue and gave him a big hug.

Welcome, Lin!

Amidst a heart-wrenching roar, the entire hall was filled with the cheers of the knights and soldiers.

Lin Jue accepted the gazes of the crowd—some burning, some wary, some fearful—with a smile on his face.

His eyes paused slightly on the only man in the crowd who stood still, without moving.

A resolute face, long black hair casually tied behind his back, silver-gray armor encasing his burly body, and a determined gaze fixed intently on him… It was Vlad the Impaler.

"I never expected to meet you here, the renowned Grand Duke Piercing, who is famous throughout Europe and strikes fear into the hearts of his enemies," Lin Jue thought to himself.

Under Muhammad's solemn gaze, Lin Jue was led to a grand hall filled with food, flowers, and wine, where young girls dressed in thin veils or no clothes walked by.

Drinking and eating heartily helped Lin Jue relieve the boredom he had experienced in the arena.

If we were to ask what Türkiye, a nation ravaged by war in the Middle Ages, most revered, it would undoubtedly be the legendary individual military prowess.

First came the renowned Vlad the Impaler, then came Lin Jue, the invincible gladiator; both were the main characters of this banquet.

"Lin? I'm very curious how you acquired such invincible fighting skills? Why have I never heard of them before?"

Muhammad gently pushed aside the naked girl in his hands, his eyes turning slightly deep as he looked at Lin Jue, who was gnawing on a lamb leg.

His words drew the attention of the surrounding soldiers, most of whom had witnessed one, or even several, of Lin Jue's duels. They all admired his exquisite swordsmanship, a skill far superior to their own.

"Heh, a bunch of brute force bastards, defeating them isn't that difficult!"

Lin Jue stared at the full glass of wine, then drank it all in one gulp.

"Alright! So if I give you an army... can you train them to be as powerful as you are?"

Vlad stared intently at Lin Jue, who seemed somewhat drunk, and the atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly froze. Vlad, who was seated at the head of the table on the other side, looked down at the banquet on his table.

"Ha! Of course, maybe even better than I've shown!"

Lin Jue raised his glass and toasted Muhammad from afar, a smile playing on his lips as he spoke calmly.

"Haha... Great!"

……

"kill!"

"kill!"

Vlad's longsword sliced ​​through the throats of one enemy after another. As a general, he led the charge, the first to rush into the enemy ranks, with the Sultan's army swarming behind him.

He had experienced countless battles, and his combat skills were so advanced that he could kill all his enemies with a single blow, piercing their bodies and embedding them into the ground. However, at this moment, his mind involuntarily turned to another powerful force within his own camp.

His gaze seemed to be observing the man who was slaughtering his way through the crowd. The slender longsword in his hand was different from their broadswords. With each flash of the sword, all the enemies in front of him were like straw, scattered and falling like the wind.

Before the battle had even begun, the figure had penetrated deep into the enemy's heartland, causing the enemy general to look on in horror and shout for retreat. The Turkish soldiers following the figure roared with all their might, their morale soaring.

He single-handedly fought against an entire army...

Vlad was also deeply shocked as he watched the figure charge into the enemy's ranks.

puff!

With a powerful thrust of his spear, he pierced the throat of an enemy soldier before him and planted him directly in the ground. Looking at the retreating enemy, Vlad's gaze was deep… This would be his last battle.

He slowly turned his head, and behind him stood the corpses of enemy soldiers, one after another, pierced by spears and hanging up—all of whom he had killed one by one.

However, instead of receiving the honor he should have been honored with, he only received a few cheers, and most people's attention turned to the man standing in the pile of corpses on the other side.

Boom... Boom boom...

Armored warhorses pulled their chariots at breakneck speed.

Muhammad slowly drew his long sword from his waist and threw it directly at Lin Jue's figure.

With ease and precision, Lin Jue received the sword from above and slowly pointed it towards the sky, a symbol of honor.

In an instant, shouts and cries resounded all around. At this moment, all the soldiers on the battlefield had fanaticism in their eyes, as if they had witnessed the birth of a new king of war.

……

Vlad strode briskly into Muhammad's palace. He felt more relaxed than ever before, because with Lin Jue's arrival, the young Sultan, who had just won a great victory, decided to let him leave ahead of schedule!

A figure slowly brushed past him.

"Vlad, good luck!"

The somewhat bland words echoed in his ears, and Vlad's expression was slightly shaken. He looked at the man with a mysterious smile on his face with astonishment. He nodded solemnly. Lin Jue had also played a crucial role in enabling him to return home ahead of schedule. After experiencing several major battles, the two had become familiar with each other.

Upon learning of Vlad's eagerness to return home, Lin Jue, whose fame resounded throughout Central Europe, directly proposed to Muhammad the matter of allowing Vlad to return home in honor.

The young Sultan, who had just won a great victory, was officially crowned King of Türkiye. In his delight, he immediately agreed to the request of the man he hailed as the strongest man in history.

This was a rather fortunate thing in Vlad's eyes... It would have taken about two to three years originally, but Lin Jue had shortened it considerably.

Lin Jue thought so too.

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