Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World [Complete] - 12

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Chapter 128 Promotion to Duke -- Chapter 132 Lifting the Ten-Thousand-Year Curse

The night passed without incident.

Early the next morning, with the help of newly purchased maids, Qin Feng donned the white robe Old Loko had provided for him and headed towards the palace.

Although Qin Feng had only been in Mesha City for less than a day, as a rising star of the empire, many observant people recognized him, greeting him incessantly along the way, making it quite lively. When Qin Feng arrived at the Hall of Diligent Governance in the Mehes Palace, he found Grand Marshal Cherno already standing in the first row of military officers, his eyes narrowed, seemingly lost in thought. The entire hall seemed shrouded in an eerie atmosphere.

Qin Feng scanned the hall, noticing that the civil officials stood on the left and the military officers on the right. The fifth seat below Grand Marshal Cherno was empty, so he stepped forward and stood in that position. Qingfeng glanced at the heads of the Mehes Empire's ministers standing on either side.

The civil officials on the left were divided into two rows due to their larger number, with the two at the very front being a tall, thin man and a short, stout man. Qin Feng had met the empire's Left Chancellor, Rams Felke, at the banquet yesterday; the tall, thin man was the Right Chancellor, Gerhard Waller.

Behind the Left Chancellor stood the Minister of Foreign Affairs and the Minister of Finance, while behind the Right Chancellor were the Minister of Military Affairs and the Minister of Justice—the two factions were clearly divided.

…

As Qin Feng observed the ministers of Mehes, some low-ranking officials from both factions began arguing about trivial matters, nearly putting Qin Feng to sleep with frustration. However, these people were perceptive enough to cleverly retreat to their positions when they saw Brad's impatient expression. Qin Feng sighed, "A great power is indeed a great power;

even their seating arrangements are so dignified." Next came the most important part: a summary of the battle against Huland.

Surprisingly, both factions were remarkably united, showering praise and accolades upon Grand Marshal Cherno and Qin Feng, exaggerating their abilities to the point of being unparalleled. Their achievements were exaggerated to an extreme degree, such as defeating a million-strong enemy army in Hulan and Qin Feng single-handedly killing over 500,000 Hulan people. Even someone as shameless as Qin Feng couldn't help but blush.

This farce finally ended with a cough from His Majesty Brad, but the ensuing problem left His Majesty Brad unsure of how to deal with the two people who had made the greatest contributions in this war.

Brad felt that Grand Marshal Cherno was easy to handle. After all, Cherno was now the Grand Marshal of the Mehes army, second only to the Emperor himself in power. In addition, he was one of the four great sword saints of the continent and an old man in his eighties. He had become indifferent to official positions and money, so Brad simply promised to have his name engraved on the monument to heroes, which made the white-haired old man beam with joy.

As for Qin Feng, Brad found it very troublesome. According to Qin Feng's achievements, the feat of killing nearly 50,000 Hulan people was enough to make him a marshal of the empire. Not to mention the three unprecedented events in history: the slaying of the Left Wise King, the Hulan Khan, and the capture of the Blood Wolf Banner

. If calculated based on military achievements, only one position suits Qin Feng—the Emperor of the Mehes Empire. Therefore, Brad was at a loss as to how to reward Qin Feng. A reward was certainly necessary, and a substantial one at that. The problem was how much to give; too little would demoralize the millions of Mehes soldiers. Thus, the question of how to settle Qin Feng had been troubling His Majesty Brad for days.

Last night, after the banquet, His Majesty Brad urgently convened a cabinet meeting to discuss this matter. However, no consensus was reached in the end.

Finally, the Left Prime Minister came up with an idea, and His Majesty Brad finally relaxed and slept soundly.

"Second-Class Marquis Tagore, step forward to receive your investiture!" A shrill voice startled Qin Feng from his reverie. Qin Feng quickly stepped forward and bowed, feigning respect as he listened.

"Marquis Tagore, of exceptional loyalty and bravery… is hereby promoted to Duke of Tiger Might, First Class. He is granted a Duke's mansion, a set of Dragon Scale armor (according to the regulations for princes), and one million amethyst coins. …" The long

list of rewards was read for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, making the civil and military officials in the Hall of Diligent Governance drool with envy. However, Qin Feng listened carefully and understood the trickery. The long list of rewards seemed quite generous at first glance, but the most crucial military rank and fief were completely omitted. According to the relevant laws of Mehes, even a minor third-class baron had his own fief, even if it was just a small village.

Yet, in Qin Feng's rewards, there was no mention of a fief, and he was even granted a Duke's mansion—in other words, Qin Feng was being effectively placed under house arrest in Mesha City!

A fierce glint flashed in Qin Feng's eyes, but his face showed genuine gratitude. Luckily, he had a backup plan; otherwise, these old foxes would have truly outmaneuvered him.

After bestowing the rewards, His Majesty Brad rambled on with a string of meaningless platitudes, which Qin Feng found utterly pointless, before leaving the Hall of Diligent Governance with narrowed eyes.

"Grand Duke Tiger Might, congratulations!" Grand Marshal Cherno was the first to approach and congratulate him after His Majesty Brad left.

"I must thank the Grand Marshal for his patronage!" Qin Feng returned the greeting.

Afterwards, the civil and military officials came forward to offer their congratulations, and Qin Feng had no choice but to respond to each one

. By the time he finally finished exchanging pleasantries with them, Qin Feng was drenched in sweat. "Dealing with these people is more tiring than fighting a battle! Damn it!" Qin Feng muttered to himself as he walked alone down Mehes Street.

As he walked, he returned to the place where he had met the woman in white yesterday.

Suddenly, a beautiful figure flashed past Qin Feng's sight. His eyes lit up, and he chased after her.

After turning several corners, the white figure entered a tall building.

Ignoring the world-shaking nature of the event, Qin Feng used his ethereal, flowing movements to quickly reach the towering building. Looking up, he saw seven imposing characters—"Mehers Magic and Martial Arts Academy"—engraved on the lintel of the gate.

Could she be inside? Qin Feng considered it for a moment, then decided to go in and see.

However, he was stopped at the gate; the reason given was that those who weren't students or teachers of the academy were not allowed to enter.

Disappointed, Qin Feng returned to the Marquis's mansion, only to find it empty. Just as he was wondering what was going on, the old steward, Locke, entered.

"Master, you're back. Congratulations on your promotion!" Old Locke bowed respectfully to Qin Feng.

"Locke, why are you learning to do what everyone else does? By the way, what happened at home? Where are all the maids and servants?" Qin Feng asked curiously.

"My lord, the Duke's mansion His Majesty bestowed upon you today was just brought to me by someone from the Ministry of the Interior. So, I took these maids and servants to tidy it up, hoping that you could move in directly after your return," Old Locke replied respectfully.

"Then what are you doing back now?" Qin Feng asked, puzzled.

"My lord, the Duke's mansion is now cleaned up, and you can move in now. This old servant came back to see if you had returned, so I could take you to the new Duke's mansion," Old Locke explained patiently.

"Oh? It's done so quickly?" Qin Feng asked with interest.

"Yes, the Duke's mansion was originally the residence of a prince. The Ministry of the Interior simply gave His Highness some royal items; everything else remains unchanged."

Qin Feng nodded, understanding in his heart. So his Duke's mansion really was of princely rank. It seems this fat emperor is quite trustworthy after all.

"Locke, let's go see our new home," Qin Feng called to Locke and went out first.

Mesa City is divided into four major districts: East, West, South, and North. Besides the royal palace located in the city center, the residences of the ministers are distributed across these four districts, with East being the most prestigious, followed by North, then South, and finally West. Qin Feng's original Marquis's mansion was in the North district, while his current Duke's mansion is in the East district.

Qin Feng followed Old Locke expressionlessly, lost in thought.

"Qin boy, I see you're deeply in love with that woman in white...tsk tsk, you, a ruthless killer, yet you act like a naive little boy when you see the woman you love..." A mental message suddenly popped into Qin Feng's head.

With a wry smile, Qin Feng didn't explain; some things couldn't be concluded so easily.

The headquarters of the Terracotta Warriors Guild, one of the three major guilds on the continent, was located in Mesa City. As Qin Feng and Old Locke passed by the guild, they noticed it was very noisy, so out of curiosity, they headed towards it. It wasn't that Qin Feng was being nosy, but Amber had reminded him that he sensed a spiritual fluctuation extremely similar to that familiar aura from tens of thousands of years ago.

Qin Feng gestured for Old Loko to wait a moment, then went inside. Of course, the few ungrateful gatekeepers at the Terracotta Warriors Guild's gate were ruthlessly thrown out by Qin Feng,

and they couldn't get up for a long time. As soon as Qin Feng stepped into the Terracotta Warriors Guild's gate, he felt a long-lost sense of familiarity, as if it were a blood connection. Looking closely, he saw a giant man, nearly two meters tall, looking at him with surprise in his eyes.

Qin Feng carefully examined the giant man and found that his upper body was almost naked, with a cloth bag hanging horizontally, a cloth fork around his waist, and two giant axes in his hands. The veins on his forehead were very prominent, as if he was on the verge of exploding. Surrounding the enraged giant were a dozen or so swordsmen in gleaming armor. Qin Feng glanced at them and realized they were all Grand Swordsmen, likely experts from the Terracotta Warriors Guild. Although these Grand Swordsmen were no different from ants in Qin Feng's eyes, they were still recognized as top experts across the continent.

Upon seeing Qin Feng, the giant abandoned the Terracotta Warriors Guild members and walked straight to Qin Feng, giving him a warm bear hug, which startled Old Loko. He then said in a simple, honest voice, "Hey, brother!"

Qin Feng suddenly felt his blood boiling, a surge of emotion coursing through him. His eyes unconsciously welled up with tears. He patted the giant's shoulder, who was much taller than him, and said, "Brother!"

Qin Feng didn't know why he felt this surge of emotion; it seemed to come from the depths of his heart.

"Brother, what's making you so angry?" Qin Feng asked the giant affectionately.

Qin Feng's words reignited the giant's anger. Pointing angrily at the heavily armored terracotta warriors, the giant said, "My father sent me out to complete a terracotta warrior mission, but these bastards saw the magic crystals I had and tried to steal them! They even insulted our Berserker clan! I couldn't stand it and argued with them, but they relied on their numbers to try and force me."

Although the berserker's explanation was unclear, Qin Feng could guess the gist. It seemed this berserker had brought the magic crystals they had painstakingly acquired to the capital to complete the mission, and this big oaf, perhaps unaware of the importance of keeping his wealth hidden, had been spotted by some seasoned terracotta warriors who tried to steal his crystals, leading to the altercation.

Qin Feng now only wanted to take this berserker back for further investigation; he had asked Amber earlier but received no response. So Qin Feng impatiently said to the arrogant terracotta warriors, "I'll count to ten. Apologize to my brothers by now. Anyone who doesn't apologize by now—die!"

Because Qin Feng had restrained his aura, he appeared no different from ordinary people except for being more composed. Even the berserker was taken aback by Qin Feng's words, but he immediately stepped in front of Qin Feng, his intention to protect him very clear.

"One."

"Two!"

...

The terracotta warriors, used to their arrogance, burst into laughter upon hearing Qin Feng's words. One of them, a mid-level Grand Swordsman, pointed at Qin Feng with disdain and said, "You big idiot! Open your eyes and see who I am! How dare you threaten dozens of Grand Swordsmen? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard!" "Exactly!

In my opinion, he's sworn brothers with that stupid barbarian, so he might be a barbarian bastard too, hahaha

... "

"Nine." Qin Feng seemed not to hear, continuing to count. However, his increasingly cold tone and growing aura sent a chill down the spines of the terracotta warriors who had been mocking him.

"Ten!" Qin Feng's icy voice was like a death knell, causing the terracotta warriors to shiver involuntarily.

Qin Feng secretly used the "Rubbing" technique to push the berserker blocking his way aside. His palms were covered in blood.

Suddenly, the surrounding air seemed to drop to zero degrees Celsius, a chilling aura emanating from Qin Feng. His blood-red hands flashed, moving with a speed beyond the human eye's perception, a faint scent of blood emanating from them.

The great swordsmen seemed to sense the danger, drawing their swords and cautiously preparing for battle.

Suddenly, Qin Feng moved, a faint figure flitting among the dozen or so great swordsmen like a butterfly flitting through flowers. A faint, blood-red chill filled the entire terracotta warrior hall.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Feng was back in his original spot, as if he hadn't moved at all, leaving the hall deathly silent.

"Let's go," Qin Feng said calmly to the berserker standing frozen to the side.

"Oh, oh," the berserker replied involuntarily, following Qin Feng and Old Loko out. Before leaving, he glanced back at the motionless great swordsmen, a glance that startled even the naturally bold berserker!

—The dozen or so great swordsmen who had been frozen in place suddenly seemed to lose their skeletal support, collapsing with a "whoosh." They lay sprawled on the ground like lumps of mud, foul-smelling blood flowing from beneath them. This was the

ancient Chinese martial art—the Bone-Melting Palm.

"My goodness, this guy's pretty amazing! He wiped out dozens of great swordsmen just like that. If it were me, I'd have to go berserk to even kill a few and escape," the berserker muttered to himself. He quickly caught up with Qin Feng, involuntarily falling half a step behind, and they walked in silence.

After walking for a while, Qin Feng finally broke the silence and asked the berserker, "Brother, what's your name?" "

My father calls me Tianxiong, and we berserkers all have the surname 'Kuang'!" "Brother, what's your name?" the berserker asked honestly.

"My name is Tagore," Qin Feng replied with a smile, a stark contrast to his cold demeanor when he was killing.

"Oh, brother, where are you taking me?" Kuang Tianxiong looked around the bustling streets of Dongcheng District like a country bumpkin visiting a grand mansion, completely disoriented.

"To my house," Qin Feng said casually.

"Oh, brother, I have a big appetite, can you afford it? Maybe I should sell this magic crystal first and get some food." Kuang Tianxiong seemed to have thought of something and said something that made Qin Feng smile wryly. "Hehe, young master Kuang

, don't worry, the master's mansion has no shortage of food, just eat your fill!" The old butler Locke, who was leading the way, turned to the honest-looking Kuang Tianxiong and said. "Oh, that's good

, what I fear most is not having enough to eat, I'm too weak when I'm hungry." After saying that, Kuang Tianxiong patted his stomach, as if he was thinking of the painful times when he was hungry.

Before long, the three arrived at Qin Feng's Grand Duke's Mansion in the East District. Before even entering, Kuang Tianxiong, completely oblivious to the stares of passersby who seemed to think he was an idiot, began shouting.

"Hey bro, this is your house? Tsk tsk, this isn't a house, it's a palace!"

"My goodness, this door is made of gold! It must weigh at least several hundred pounds! Just one door would be enough to feed our tribe for a year!"

"Hey bro, isn't this mammoth ivory? Tsk tsk, I just saw a mammoth ivory toothpick at that terracotta warrior guild, and they treasured it like it was the moon. And you've made a chair out of mammoth ivory?"

Qin Feng chuckled, watching the exclaiming Kuang Tianxiong. A long-lost sense of kinship resurfaced in his parched heart. Perhaps it was that inexplicable feeling of blood ties that made him feel it was his responsibility to take care of this honest, simple-minded berserker.

Meanwhile, the headquarters of the Terracotta Warriors Guild in the North City was surrounded by the City Guard. A murder that had just occurred there had greatly troubled the City Guard Commander, Potter. If it were an ordinary murder, he would simply send troops to arrest the culprit. The problem was, the murdered were members of the Empire's number one Terracotta Warrior Regiment—the Glorious Terracotta Warrior Regiment.

Moreover, according to clues from passersby, the three people who had left the Terracotta Warriors Guild headed directly towards the East District. As the commander, he knew very well what the East District meant; it was the upper echelon of Mehes's high society.

Most importantly, after carefully analyzing the eyewitness testimonies, Potter discovered that the man in white seemed to be none other than the Empire's most fervent and popular newly promoted First-Class Grand Duke, Huwei!

Huwei's nickname in the army was "God of Slaughter." Thinking back to the battle of Kowell, where Huwei slaughtered nearly 50,000 enemy soldiers from Hulan, Potter broke out in a cold sweat. Adding to this the dozen or so mangled corpses he had just seen at the Terracotta Warriors Guild headquarters, Potter inwardly groaned, "God, how did I end up like this!"

However, despite the complaints, this matter still needed to be resolved, and resolved properly. Otherwise, if the "God of Slaughter" were to become enraged, the consequences would be dire…

The city's commander, Potter, burdened with worries, recounted his ordeal to his teacher, the Imperial Grand Marshal, the old swordsman Cherno. After listening, Grand Marshal Cherno leisurely sipped his tea and casually remarked, "Killed them, so be it. They were just a few insignificant clowns. Was it worth it for their Tiger King, who was no less powerful than me?"

With this guidance, Potter felt reassured and immediately rushed to the Terracotta Warriors Guild. Without allowing the guild members to utter a single word of complaint, he imprisoned the personnel sent by the Glory Terracotta Warriors to negotiate.

When the Grand Master of the Terracotta Warriors Guild slipped a piece of dark crystal into Porter's sleeve, the city commander pulled him aside and whispered in his ear, "The murderer was Grand Duke Tiger Might."

The Grand Master of the Terracotta Warriors Guild turned pale with fright. After seeing Porter off, he dispatched all guild members who witnessed the incident to other countries. As for the Glorious Terracotta Warriors, the Grand Master sighed softly, and amidst the astonished expressions of his subordinates, said quietly, "Prepare for the disbandment of the Glorious Terracotta Warriors."

Of course, this was the thought of His Majesty Brad, the supreme ruler of the Mehes Empire. He was naturally well aware of what had happened in the North District. He chuckled at the intelligence chief who had come to report, saying, "What audacity! More than a dozen great swordsmen died without even blocking a single move from him. Truly worthy of being the God of Slaughter of Mehes! Heh, get ready, there'll be a good show in a few days."

Qin Feng, looking at Kuang Tianxiong who had already stuffed over a dozen bowls of rice into his stomach and was still trying to eat, said with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, "Alright, alright, it's not like you won't have enough to eat next time. Be careful not to burst your stomach; then you'll be able to eat as much as you want and never be full."

"Ah...cough cough..." Kuang Tianxiong, who had been swallowing his rice with gusto, perhaps imagining the scene of his stomach bursting and him spilling out as much as he ate, choked on his words.

After a long while, Kuang Tianxiong, finally catching his breath, looked reluctantly at the leftovers being taken away, his round belly bulging, and gave Qin Feng, who was elegantly sipping his tea, a simple, honest smile.

"Tianxiong, sit down and have some tea." Qin Feng gestured to the person beside him, wondering why he felt a brotherly connection with Kuang Tianxiong the moment he saw him, and why he, usually so aloof, was so unintentionally so amiable towards him. Qin Feng found this very strange.

"Oh, I was thirsty too. This water smells so good... glug... glug... Ah, a little bitter and a little sweet, tsk tsk, can I have some more?" Kuang Tianxiong sat down next to Qin Feng, picked up a cup of tea, and gulped it down. He smacked his lips and asked, still wanting more.

"Ahem... Young Master Kuang, this is this year's newly harvested Yuhua tea. This old servant just bought it today. It cost two hundred gold coins for less than an ounce. You and the master each put two coins in your cups. This tea should be drunk slowly." The old steward, standing to the side, watched Kuang Tianxiong devour the tea like a bull, and felt a pang of regret.

"What? You mean I just drank forty gold coins in one gulp?" Kuang Tianxiong jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Oh no, oh no, how am I going to explain this to my father when I get back???" Kuang Tianxiong muttered to himself, looking down.

After a long while, as if he had made a decision, he took out a magic crystal from his pocket and handed it to Qin Feng, saying, "Brother, I didn't know this tea was so expensive, so... so... but I can't eat it for free... this magic crystal... um... I'll leave it to you as collateral."

Qin Feng took the magic crystal from Kuang Tianxiong, both amused and exasperated. He scanned it with his divine sense and found it to be a level six earth-type magic crystal, worth at least a thousand purple crystal coins on the market.

"Tianxiong, do you know how much this magic crystal can sell for?" Qin Feng asked Kuang Tianxiong.

"Oh, this? I remember last time our clan killed a level seven earth-type magical beast, the Earth-Splitting Bear. Its level seven magic crystal sold for about a thousand gold coins. This one's a level six, so it'll probably only be a hundred or so gold coins," Kuang Tianxiong said, scratching the back of his head as he thought carefully.

"Is this how you sell magic crystals? Don't you know to ask around somewhere else?" Qin Feng asked expressionlessly, but a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

"We knew we'd been cheated. A few hot-tempered guys from our tribe grabbed axes and went to confront the shop, but they said we were barbarians and that our goods were only worth that much. They wouldn't buy anything more, and even returned the magic crystal to us. We were furious, so we took the crystal to every shop in the city, but they all insisted it was only worth a thousand gold coins, refusing to buy it for even a single coin more. We had no choice; if we didn't sell it, we wouldn't have money to buy food, so we had to sell it at a low price," Kuang Tianxiong said, his expression somewhat dejected.

"So, besides selling magic crystals, your tribe doesn't do anything else?" Qin Feng's face flashed with coldness, but he didn't ask.

"Who says we can't do anything else! We, the Berserker Clan, are the most powerful individual warriors on the entire continent. We're known as natural-born warriors. Even a toddler is at the level of a human greatswordsman, and most adults are at the level of a swordsman. Many have even reached the level of a greatswordsman or sword emperor. My father, for example, reached the level of a sword saint!"

Kuang Tianxiong, his previous dejected expression gone, became extremely proud. He licked his lips and continued,

"But we have a problem: we go berserk. Going berserk is usually a good thing. It can generally raise our strength by one level. However, there's a fatal weakness: we can't distinguish friend from foe. Once we go berserk, we won't stop until we've killed every living thing in our line of sight. Because of this, no country on the continent wants us now, and mercenary groups don't want us either. So, besides hunting and exchanging the pelts and magic crystals of magical beasts for some money, we have no other source of income."

After listening to Kuang Tianxiong's story, Qin Feng didn't feel any immediate distress. Perhaps it was the frustration of learning about the miserable lives of this race with whom he shared a special connection.

The hall fell silent.

"Tianxiong, I'll buy this magic crystal. I'll give you ten thousand amethyst coins, how about it?" After a long pause, Qin Feng came to his senses.

"Brother, what did you say? Ten thousand gold coins?" Kuang Tianxiong almost misheard. He quickly asked again.

"Not gold coins, amethyst coins!" Qin Feng repeated calmly, nodding to the old steward, Loko, not far away.

"Oh...what...amethyst coins? Is this real? This...this..." Kuang Tianxiong was clearly taken aback by Qin Feng's offer, stammering incoherently.

After a long while, Kuang Tianxiong, having recovered his composure, stared at Qin Feng and said, "Brother

, this is no joke. I know you're a good person, and you sympathize with us, but

...Tianxiong, I only have one question for you: do you consider me a brother?" "Qin Feng waved his hand to interrupt Kuang Tianxiong.

"Of course I consider you a brother!"

"Since you consider me a brother, don't act like a woman, just accept it! Besides, even if you don't think about yourself, you should at least think about your people!" Qin Feng took the amethyst card from Old Loko and placed it in Kuang Tianxiong's hand.

"Alright! Brother, if I keep refusing, I won't be a man! I'll take the money, and my life is now in your hands!" Kuang Tianxiong gripped the amethyst card tightly with trembling hands, patting his chest.

"Tianxiong, do you have any companions nearby?" Qin Feng asked, glancing at Kuang Tianxiong.

"Ah, brother, how did you know?" "Kuang Tianxiong shuddered and asked.

Qin Feng smiled and pointed to the cloth bag on Kuang Tianxiong's body, without saying a word.

"I...hehe...I'm eating so well here with you, brother, but my brothers who came with me are still eating dry rations outside the city, so I wanted to bring some food for them...If you don't agree, brother, I'll take it out now." Kuang Tianxiong finished speaking and was about to open his greasy cloth bag.

"Tianxiong, it's not very kind of you to eat such delicious food here while letting your brothers eat dry rations outside the city. Why don't you bring them all here for a meal?" Qin Feng stopped Kuang Tianxiong.

"Let my brothers come in and eat? That's great, brother, I thank you on behalf of my brothers!" Kuang Tianxiong said happily.

Qin Feng had Old Luo Ke go with Kuang Tianxiong to pick up his clansmen outside the city, and sat alone in his seat, deep in thought.

"Qin boy!" Suddenly, Tiger Soul's spiritual energy fluctuations reached Qin Feng's head.

"You're still alive? I thought you were dead," Qin Feng replied irritably.

"How dare you be so rude to an old man?" Tiger Soul's exasperated spiritual energy surged forth.

"You know politeness is for 'people'!" Qin Feng retorted sharply.

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Qin kid, I just checked, that mad boy's spiritual imprint is 70% similar to yours, his meridians are almost identical to yours, and most importantly, his cultivation method is actually the introductory chapter of the Chaos Demon Body Technique, only the mental cultivation method is incomplete." After a moment of silence, Tiger Soul delivered a message that almost stopped Qin Feng's heart.

"You mean, the Berserker Clan is a descendant of the Yanhuang lineage?" Qin Feng asked in a trembling voice he had never used before.

"To be more precise, they are the Witch Clan within our Yanhuang lineage!" Tiger Soul emphasized the words "Witch Clan."

"Are they truly of the Yanhuang lineage? Are they truly of the Yanhuang lineage? Do I still have relatives in this world? Are there still descendants of the Yanhuang on this continent?" Qin Feng stood up with a murmur, his eyes gleaming with inexplicable joy.

No wonder he felt an immediate connection to Tian Xiong upon first sight; no wonder he felt an uncontrollable rage upon hearing of the Berserker Clan's suffering; no wonder he felt an involuntary sense of kinship with them! They were actually his own people!

Since arriving in this world, Qin Feng had felt a deep sense of loneliness, as if he were the only exception in this world, which had made his personality more extreme, bloodthirsty, and cunning. Now, suddenly receiving news of his own kind and kin, even the unfathomable Qin Feng couldn't help but feel extremely excited.

However, Qin Feng was Qin Feng after all. After the initial excitement subsided, he sat down quietly, carefully considering his future path.

After learning about the Berserker Clan, Qin Feng felt an inexplicable sense of responsibility—a responsibility to his own people.

"It seems I need to arrange a time to visit the Berserker tribe and actually understand their current situation so I can address their problems effectively." "Qin Feng pondered for a moment and murmured.

"But, I'm currently under house arrest in the capital. If I go there rashly, it would be tantamount to going against Prince Brad. That would be extremely unwise. I need to think of a plan."

Just then, Old Loko returned with Kuang Tianxiong and his companions.

Qin Feng looked at the row of more than a dozen tall men, each over two meters tall, and an idea suddenly popped into his head.

"Brother, I've brought all my brothers with me." Kuang Tianxiong's booming voice came from afar.

"Hehe. That's good." Tai Feng replied with a smile, carefully observing the berserkers following behind Kuang Tianxiong. They were all tall and strong, averaging over two and a half meters tall, with curious eyes on their unique faces, carefully observing everything new and interesting around them.

"They're all just a group of kids who have just come of age." "Tai Feng thought to himself.

"Hehe, brother, you're going to have to spend a lot this time. My seventeen brothers are all big eaters, hehe." Kuang Tianxiong grinned.

"Alright, brother, I have everything I need, except for men! Loko, tell them to bring up some more food! No need for anything fancy, just a few dozen roast chickens and ducks will do." Tai Feng instructed the old butler, Loko.

"Yes, sir." Old Loko bowed and left.

"Haha, brother, you really understand us. All those expensive things are a waste for us. Roast chicken and duck are much more satisfying!" "Kuang Tianxiong, his round belly still bulging from indigestion, said.

The young berserkers behind him swallowed hard, clearly used to austerity in their tribe. Hearing about this feast, usually reserved for holidays, they all looked grateful.

The old steward, Loko, was indeed a veteran; soon, over eighty steaming roast chickens and ducks were brought out. Fortunately, the new Duke's mansion's dining room was large enough to comfortably seat eighteen berserkers.

"Come on, sit down and eat. Tianxiong is my brother, and you are Tianxiong's brothers, so you are my brothers too. Sit down and eat!" Taifeng said to the berserkers who were staring at the steaming roast chickens, swallowing hard, but too shy to sit down.

"Brothers! Our big brother is treating us to a feast! Don't be shy, eat up! He's our brother! He doesn't mind us!" "Kuang Tianxiong also joined in persuading Tai Feng, and after speaking, he sat down himself, grabbed a roast chicken and started gnawing on it.

With Kuang Tianxiong taking the lead, the soldiers also sat down, grabbed the roast chicken and duck on the table and started gnawing on them. Some of them even choked because they ate too fast and coughed violently."

Taifeng whispered to the old butler, Loko, standing behind him, "Is there any wine?"

"Yes, the former prince's cellar still holds many fine wines. But, sir, berserkers are prone to going berserk after drinking!" Loko replied in a low voice, a hint of worry in his voice.

"Don't worry, I'm here. Bring up all the good wine. Remember, don't bring wine glasses, use bowls!" Taifeng waved his hand to indicate it was alright and gave the order.

Soon, more than a dozen jars of fine wine were brought out.

Taifeng took a jar, broke the seal, and immediately, a rich aroma filled the entire dining room.

"Come on, brothers. Have some wine!" Taifeng called to the berserkers.

But unexpectedly, although the berserkers' eyes gleamed with extreme greed for the wine before them, not a single one touched it. Several even silently gnawed on their roast chickens.

"What's wrong? Don't you all like to drink?" Taifeng asked in surprise.

No one answered at the table; the only sound in the dining room was the chewing of wine.

After a long pause, Kuang Tianxiong seemed to have made up his mind, and said to Tai Feng in a deep voice, "Brother, it's not that we're being polite. It's just that, well, although we Kuangzhan clan members like to drink, many of us easily go berserk after drinking. We brothers are afraid of causing you trouble, so..." "

Oh, such a small matter? It's alright, everyone, drink heartily. I know some tricks, maybe I can help you solve this problem!" Tai Feng said, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Brother, you really have a way?" Kuang Tianxiong's surprised voice rang out, and the other berserkers who were busy eating stopped to listen, looking at Tai Feng with disbelief.

"Hehe, we'll find out if it works in a bit, so everyone, don't worry, just eat big chunks of meat and drink big bowls of wine!" Tai Feng said mysteriously.

"Alright! Brothers, let's drink! After we finish eating, let our big brother take a look at us. Maybe he can really cure us!" Kuang Tianxiong didn't know why he trusted Taifeng so much. After receiving Taifeng's assurance, he was the first to grab a jar of wine, break the seal, and gulp it down.

Instantly, the overflowing aroma of the wine aroused the berserkers' thirst for alcohol. With Kuang Tianxiong leading the way, they all stepped forward, grabbed jars of fine wine, and started drinking.

The atmosphere gradually opened up with the addition of wine, and the previously reserved young berserkers began to talk more.

"Tiger Soul, watch closely and see what's causing them to lose their minds after going berserk."

"Got it. Damn it, I can't get out now, and the wine cravings in my stomach are killing me." Tiger Soul's envious spiritual energy fluctuations came through.

At the same time, in a camp outside Misa City, several people dressed in bright armor as swordsmen sat in a group.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, clad in golden armor, seated at the head of the table, coughed and said, “The Mercenary Guild’s attitude this time is very firm. No matter how much we offer, they won’t accept it. Moreover, they seem to have a deep interest in them. According to the intelligence provided by our informants, the person who killed our twelve Great Swordsmen in one move is at least a high-ranking Sword Emperor. Let’s discuss how to handle this matter.”

A middle-aged man opposite the elderly man, who bore a resemblance to him, chimed in,

“Father, in my opinion, although the opponent is strong, there are only three of them, while we, including ourselves, have three Sword Emperors and more than twenty Great Swordsmen. We are fully capable of fighting them. Moreover, if our Glory Mercenary Group retreats now, we will lose face in the mercenary world.”

“But the opponent is so powerful, and we haven’t even obtained the most basic information about them. I think we should be cautious,” a middle-aged swordsman in black armor added.

"Hmph, what's there to be afraid of? We have Duke Medusa backing us up. As the saying goes, even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner's face. They're clearly disrespecting Duke Medusa. As long as we report this to the Duke, then..."

"That's right. As long as we insist that they provoked us first, and knowing that we have Duke Medusa's support, they still killed our people, then the Duke will definitely not let it go!"

"In that case, I'll go report to Duke Medusa tonight. You stay here and keep a close eye on those berserkers. I'll come back to settle accounts with them after I receive instructions!"

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"Don't worry, Captain! Hmph, those who dare to kill members of our Glory Mercenary Group will pay the price."

...

At the Grand Duke's Mansion in Taifeng.

Looking at the berserkers before him, their faces flushed and their expressions excited, Taifeng used his full power to unleash the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Striking Technique, carefully scanning their meridian structures.

"Tai boy, I've found it. It's probably a problem with their cultivation method. They're practicing an incomplete introductory technique of the Chaotic Demon Body Technique, and the flow of energy in one or two acupoints is reversed. So every time they go berserk, their meridians flow backward, causing them to fall into a state of madness."

"Oh? So what do you think can cure their condition?" Tai Feng's scan results were the same as Hu Po's, so he asked.

"Just teach them the correct technique." Hu Po sent a mental energy wave as if looking at an idiot.

"Uh, that simple?" Tai Feng almost spat out his wine.

"Tch, how complicated do you think it has to be? The reason no one has been able to cure this condition in berserkers for tens of thousands of years is because no one knows it's actually a phenomenon caused by a misalignment in their movement pathways. And no one knows the correct way to cultivate the Chaotic Demon Body Technique." Hu Po sent a mental energy wave to Tai Feng, clearly filled with disdain.

"Heh heh, that's wonderful!" Tai Feng downed the last jar of wine in one gulp.

Finally, the berserkers, full and satisfied, burped contentedly, their bellies bulging.

"Brother, this is the most satisfying meal I've ever had in my life! I've decided you're my brother!" One of the berserkers walked over and patted Tai Feng on the shoulder.

"You don't need to tell me, I already made you my boss, hehe..." Kuang Tianxiong burped as he walked over.

"Boss. You've made someone else your boss too? Wow, the sun must have risen in the west today!"

"Go away. What kind of behavior is this, so disrespectful!" Kuang Tianxiong muttered.

"Haha..."

"Hey boss, I'm following you from now on! Don't think I'm stupid, I'm not the smartest. But I'm super strong! If you need any hard or tiring work, just ask me, I'll handle it!"

"Hehe, we'll talk about that later. You guys are my brothers, let me check what's wrong with you first." Taifeng said with a smile.

"Alright, boss, how are you going to check?" Kuang Tianxiong asked, rubbing his bald head.

"Just don't move." Taifeng grabbed Kuang Tianxiong's right hand and sent a subtle burst of Qi into Kuang Tianxiong's meridians.

Under Taifeng's control, the Qi circulated within Kuang Tianxiong's body, arriving at the same conclusion as the cause he had found using the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Striking Technique.

Looking at the eighteen pairs of hopeful eyes before him, Taifeng smiled and said,

"I have a way to cure your ailments."

"Really? Boss? You can really cure our Berserker Clan's ailment?" Kuang Tianxiong looked at Taifeng in disbelief.

"What, don't you believe me?" Taifeng asked, teasingly.

"No, no, no, it's just... I can't accept it right now. Our Berserker Clan has suffered from this ailment for over ten thousand years, and now it's all gone in an instant, I..." Kuang Tianxiong murmured, his face flushed with excitement.

"Boss, when will it be fully cured?" Kuang Tianxiong asked Taifeng, regaining his composure.

"Right now, it won't take much time." Taifeng said confidently.

Taifeng didn't speak, but pressed his right palm against Kuang Tianxiong's Baihui acupoint: "Your battle qi circulation path is a bit off. Now, just follow the path I'll show you."

After saying that, a gentle surge of Azure Sky Force entered Kuang Tianxiong's meridians through his Baihui acupoint, circulating his battle qi in the correct Chaos Demon Body Technique, and also repairing some of the damage in his meridians.

After running for a full cycle, Tai Feng withdrew the Sky-Piercing Force and whispered in Kuang Tianxiong's ear, "Don't stop, run a few more laps along the same route."

After a while, Kuang Tianxiong opened his eyes, looked at Tai Feng excitedly, and said with a slight sob,

"Boss, I... I can..."

"Try Berserk." Tai Feng waved his hand with a smile.

"Okay!" Kuang Tianxiong nodded vigorously, but hesitated after looking around, "Boss, is it here?"

"Of course, being hesitant isn't the style of the Berserker Clan!" Tai Feng nodded and joked.

"Alright, Boss, watch closely! Hoo~~ Berserk!" Kuang Tianxiong shouted suddenly, and then all the muscles in his body seemed to be blown away, bulging up violently, and he grew half a meter taller, almost three meters tall. His eyes were bloodshot, but he didn't lose his mind as usual. "Master, be careful!

" The old butler, Luo Ke, rushed forward and said.

"It's alright." Tai Feng waved his hand, gesturing for Luo Ke to look at Kuang Tianxiong.

"Boss, I really can do it... Boss, I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy, brothers, I've gone berserk, but I'm not crazy!" Kuang Tianxiong's slightly hoarse voice, a result of his berserk state, echoed in the restaurant.

"My God. Boss Tianxiong really did it! He went berserk, but he didn't go mad! It's true! It's true!" The other berserkers watching hugged each other, their voices trembling with tears, and roared.

"Great! Great! Our berserker clan is saved! We're saved! The curse that has plagued our berserker clan for ten thousand years has finally been lifted!" Kuang Tianxiong suddenly turned around and shouted excitedly to his brothers.

"Oh~~ We're saved! We're saved!" The eighteen berserkers hugged each other tightly, pounding each other to express their excitement.

"Boss, please save my brothers too, Boss!" Kuang Tianxiong suddenly rushed to Tai Feng and knelt down, begging.

"Get up! What are you doing? We're brothers, your problems are my problems. Even if you didn't ask me, I would still help you." Tai Feng pulled Kuang Tianxiong up, scolding him angrily, completely oblivious to the strange looks the berserkers were giving him.

Kuang Tianxiong, who had been lifted up by Tai Feng, was clearly stunned. The berserkers, after going berserk, had gained considerable strength and weight. Kuang Tianxiong's full-force kneeling earlier contained a force that even a mammoth couldn't withstand, yet Tai Feng had done it with ease.

"Boss, you're really strong!" Kuang Tianxiong said honestly after a moment of surprise.

"Hehe, alright, this only temporarily solves your berserk state problem. You'll usually be weak for a few days after going berserk, right?" Tai Feng smiled at the berserkers nodding around him.

"Later, I'll teach you a method of circulating internal energy. It should help you recover after going berserk."

"Thank you, Boss!"

"Thank you, Boss!"

...

"Alright, Tianxiong, go rest for a while. I'll help the other brothers first, then teach you the techniques." Tai Feng waved his hand.

The following was simple. With Tai Feng's Sky-Piercing Strength, all the berserkers corrected their cultivation paths. Moreover, the meridian damage caused by the incorrect energy circulation was repaired by Tai Feng. After

stopping their thanks, Tai Feng taught them a set of Shaolin's unique martial arts, the Marrow Cleansing Scripture, recorded in the Martial Arts Manual. The Buddhist Marrow Cleansing Scripture emphasizes nourishing qi and replenishing spirit, which perfectly compensates for the weakness and exhaustion caused by berserk state. He believed that once they cultivated this technique to the third level, they could freely use berserk state without worrying about anything else.

A night passed in silence.

The next morning, Taifeng got up early, simply wanting to see just how strong these berserkers really were. Since confirming last night that the berserker clan were descendants of the Yanhuang bloodline lost on the Starry Continent, Taifeng had become exceptionally concerned about them, though he himself didn't know why; it was as if a mission was compelling him.

"Good morning, boss!" The eighteen berserkers, who were doing their morning exercises in the garden, greeted Taifeng in unison, led by Kuang Tianxiong.

"Good morning, everyone!" Taifeng smiled and nodded, then walked to the side and addressed the bewildered berserkers: "The berserker clan is a natural fighting race. Today I'm going to test your martial arts skills. Hehe, everyone, bring out your best!"

Hearing Taifeng's praise, the young berserkers patted their chests and, under Kuang Tianxiong's command, began their performance.

The berserkers' weapons were usually giant axes, because their strength was too great for ordinary weapons, resulting in their monotonous martial arts techniques, consisting only of slashing and hacking.

Despite this, after more than ten thousand years of inheritance, the Berserker clan had still honed a martial art suitable for themselves—the Berserker Axe Technique.

This was the martial art being performed by these eighteen Berserkers. Although this crude martial art was worthless in Tai Feng's eyes, it had protected the Berserker clan, allowing them to continue for over ten thousand years.

Tai Feng watched the Berserkers' performance, his mind racing. Martial arts recorded in the *Martial Scripture* flashed through his mind, and suddenly, a martial art entered his field of vision: the Shaolin School's Mad Demon Staff Technique.

Berserkers possessed physical advantages that all races envied, and their pure character made them very suitable for inheriting Buddhist techniques. Furthermore, they cultivated the Witch Clan's supreme technique—the Chaotic Demon Body Technique, a top-tier external body-refining skill—which allowed them to better unleash the Mad Demon Staff Technique's profound meaning.

"Eighteen people, eighteen people? Eighteen?" Tai Feng's eyes lit up as he looked at the eighteen Berserkers frantically wielding their giant axes. Didn't the Shaolin School also have a famous formation called the Eighteen Arhats Formation? If he were to teach this to them, then…

Tai Feng couldn't help but imagine eighteen berserkers, wielding spiked clubs, clad in heavy armor, wielding the Mad Demon Staff Technique, forming the Eighteen Arhats Formation, and in a state of frenzy. What kind of waves would such a force create if it appeared on the continent?

Tai Feng stopped the eighteen berserkers who were still performing and said to them, “Would you like to learn an even more powerful technique?”

“A technique more powerful than our Berserker Axe Technique?” Kuang Tianxiong asked Qin Feng, his eyes sparkling.

“Yes, a technique more powerful than the Berserker Axe Technique,” Qin Feng said casually, as if it were something unimportant.

“Yes, yes, boss, are you willing to teach us?” one of the berserkers asked tentatively.

"You're all my brothers, why wouldn't I teach you? But before, I took you to get some equipment. How will you handle the tasks I assign you in the future?" Qin Feng chuckled.

This made the surrounding berserkers, embarrassed, rub their shiny heads and chuckle along.

The most bustling street in Misa City is the South District, where goods from all directions come and go. As long as you have money, you can buy specialties from anywhere on the continent.

Qin Feng, leading Kuang Tianxiong and eighteen other berserkers, headed towards the South District under Old Loko's guidance. In the South District, there was a famous weapons and equipment shop called the Blazing Fire Shop. It was said that the owner was a dwarf, so the weapons and armor produced there were of extremely high quality.

Qin Feng didn't care about the slightly fearful and disdainful looks from the passersby. The Blood Berserkers behind him were clearly also visiting a major city like Misa City for the first time, appearing somewhat lost in the bustling streets.

Fortunately, the Blazing Fire Shop was quite famous in the South District, so Qin Feng and his group soon arrived at their destination.

The weapons and armor in the Blazing Fire Shop were very complete and exquisitely crafted. The berserkers following Qin Feng were immediately drawn to the equipment hanging around the entrance. Their entire tribe was extremely poor, sometimes even going hungry, let alone having the money to buy weapons and equipment. Even the eighteen giant axes they carried on this trip were collected from the entire tribe.

"What would you like to order?" The owner of the Blazing Fire Shop, a short, stout man in his fifties, quickly approached Qin Feng and his group.

"I brought a design drawing of a new type of weapon. I'd like to see if your boss can make it," Qin Feng said casually, seemingly unconcerned about the fleeting embarrassment on the short, stout man's face.

"Alright, please wait a moment, I'll go in and ask," the short, stout man said hastily, recognizing Qin Feng and his group's unusual nature, and then went into the inner room.

A moment later, a short man, about 1.2 meters tall, emerged from the inner room. He had a reddish-brown beard, was shirtless, revealing well-defined muscles, and was none other than the true owner of the weapon shop.

Chapter 133 New Berserker Weapons

"I heard from Efako that this gentleman has design blueprints for a new weapon. Is that true?" The dwarf who emerged displayed the usual efficiency and straightforwardness of dwarves, his first question being about weapon blueprints.

"Of course, I have design blueprints for a very lethal weapon, but..." Qin Feng was not offended at all, and took out the blueprints for a spiked club he had drawn that morning, waving them in front of the dwarf master. "Oh

, yes, yes, then please come with me into the inner room to discuss it." The dwarf master reacted, looking at the design blueprints in his hand as if he were a hungry ghost seeing a delicious meal.

"You all stay here quietly. I'll go in and talk to the dwarf master." Qin Feng turned around and said to the berserkers who were cautiously touching the armor on the wall, then followed the dwarf master into the inner room.

"Hey, my dear young man, hurry up and show me your design blueprints! I have a feeling this is going to be a revolutionary weapon!" the dwarf master said impatiently as soon as he entered.

"Master, first, please allow me to show you something." Qin Feng took out a small hammer-like object from his spatial bag. This was something that Hawkes, the dwarf master in the capital of Qin, had given him before, saying that he could use it to obtain help if he encountered any dwarfs.

"Oh, dwarven friendship? This is from that old devil Hawkes? Good heavens, I haven't seen him for over three hundred years! Young man, where did you meet him? Is he alright?" the dwarf master asked excitedly when he saw the small hammer-like object in Qin Feng's hand.

"Of course. Master Hawkes now lives in the capital of Qin, and like you, he runs his own blacksmith shop," Qin Feng replied very politely.

"It seems he's learned something from you, which is why he entrusted this iron lump to you." The dwarf master looked Qin Feng up and down, puzzled.

"But his skills are second only to me and the chieftain among the dwarves. How could he have learned something from a human?"

"Then, Master, why don't you take a look at this design?" Qin Feng smiled, showing no sign of offense, and unfolded the design in front of the dwarf master.

Upon seeing the weapon design, the dwarf master initially showed a hint of disdain. However, this quickly turned to shock, then doubt, disbelief, and finally, admiration.

"This, did you design this?" The dwarf master, after a long while, asked Qin Feng dryly.

Qin Feng didn't speak, but nodded with a smile.

"This is incredible. Has the God of Forging abandoned our dwarf race, allowing humans to learn how to design such a perfect weapon?" the dwarf master murmured.

"Master, what do you think? Can you make such a weapon?" Qin Feng asked deliberately, with a hint of distrust in his voice.

Sure enough, the hot-tempered dwarf master nearly jumped up in frustration. He grabbed the design drawings, his expression excited, and exclaimed, "How can you doubt the honesty of us dwarves? Three days! Give me three days! I can definitely finish it! I'll cancel all other orders!"

"Hehe, Master, please don't mind. I was just asking casually. Let me explain some key points to you," Qin Feng said, not waiting for the dwarf master's immediate agreement, and began explaining the design drawings.

At first, the dwarf master, like Master Hawkes before him, was dismissive. However, as Qin Feng explained ancient Chinese iron-making techniques such as steelmaking and rough-surface forging, the dwarf master was filled with admiration, even feeling an urge to become Qin Feng's apprentice.

"Master, I understand. That's all I know," Qin Feng asked, looking at the dwarf master's adoring face after explaining all his knowledge of iron smelting and forging.

"Don't call me 'Master.' In front of you, I'm like a newbie just starting out in the world of forging. Just call me Blaze." The dwarf master stroked his large, reddish-brown beard.

"Master Blaze. Actually, I only know a little bit of book knowledge. To truly apply it to daily forging, I still need the help of your great dwarf race." Qin Feng flattered him a little.

"Hehe~" The dwarf master chuckled, his face beaming with pride.

"Master, each of these eighteen spiked clubs weighs three hundred jin. They don't necessarily need to be very sharp, just hard and sturdy enough. You can fill them with some lead. Also, I'd like you to help me forge eighteen full suits of heavy armor for my eighteen brothers." Qin Feng stated his request casually.

"They're your brothers? A human who calls a berserker brother? You're the first one I've ever met in my life." The dwarf master looked at Qin Feng with some surprise.

"Yes, they are my brothers!" Qin Feng said earnestly, though it was unclear what he was really thinking.

"Alright then, my little brothers, since they're your brothers, they're my brothers too. Let's go out and take their measurements now, see what kind of armor they should have."

Qin Feng and the dwarf master went outside together. They saw eighteen berserkers pacing anxiously, while the chubby Efako cautiously hid behind them, watching the somewhat agitated berserkers with a hint of fear.

"Hey, brothers, the dwarf master has agreed to personally forge your armor and weapons. Why aren't you coming up to express your gratitude?" Qin Feng said, somewhat amused, looking at the berserkers.

"Really? The Dwarf Master is really willing to forge equipment for us?" Kuang Tianxiong's question represented the sentiments of all the berserkers. Although they were used to Qin Feng's methods, the Dwarf Master's willingness to personally forge equipment for them still surprised them greatly.

"Yes, big guys, I will personally forge the spiked clubs and heavy armor that your brothers designed for you. Now, let me measure you to see your sizes." The Dwarf Master said, holding measuring tools in his hand.

"Thank you!" Kuang Tianxiong looked at Qin Feng with slightly moist eyes.

"We are brothers, aren't we?" Qin Feng smiled.

"Yes, we are brothers! The best brothers!"

Afterwards, the Dwarf Master measured the sizes of each of the eighteen berserkers and arranged for delivery in ten days. Qin Feng then led the group of big guys out the door.

Just as these berserkers were overjoyed, they were unaware that they had been tricked by Qin Feng, who was walking ahead. Their miserable lives were about to begin. As for how he tricked them—

in the garden of the Grand Duke's mansion.

Eighteen burly men, each two meters tall, were practicing horse stances under the scorching sun. But that wasn't the most important thing. More importantly, these men were not only covered in sandbags, but each also carried five enormous wooden buckets (one on each of their heads, hands, and knees), filled with water. The combined weight of the water in the buckets and the sandbags was at least four hundred pounds.

In the shade of a tree not far from these men, Qin Feng, dressed in a white robe, squinted and muttered softly, "Not bad. They've held out for a whole morning after going berserk, and the water in the buckets hasn't spilled. I wonder if they can hold out until tonight?"

"Qin boy, are you trying to kill them? This will kill them. They're your people, after all..." Tiger Soul's reproachful mental energy fluctuations reached Qin Feng's mind.

"Tch, if they could die like this, they wouldn't deserve to be descendants of the Yanhuang clan. Don't worry, I wouldn't joke around with my own brothers. The Marrow Cleansing Scripture I passed on to them only works best when they're exhausted. I'm helping them unleash their potential," Qin Feng explained, scoffing.

After lunch, Qin Feng agreed to stop the horse stance practice. Just as the group of honest berserkers were overjoyed, Qin Feng then ordered them to do frog jumps.

Thus, eighteen more giant "frogs" appeared in the garden.

After two hours of frog jumps, Qin Feng taught them the Mad Demon Staff Technique, practicing it in the Shaolin Eighteen Arhats Formation. Until

evening, after dinner and a short rest, they practiced the Marrow Cleansing Scripture and the Chaotic Demon Body Technique.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye. During these ten days, the eighteen berserkers, though suffering greatly, made remarkable progress. With the aid of their Wind Energy Sky Force and the intense physical training, the effects of the Marrow Cleansing Scripture were maximized, allowing them to enter the first level. This reduced the duration of their berserk state to one-tenth of its original duration.

The berserkers truly lived up to their reputation as born warriors. Although they appeared simple and honest, their martial arts talent was exceptionally high. The Mad Demon Staff Technique that Qin Feng had taught them, though only practiced for ten days, had already become quite formidable, and the Eighteen Arhats Formation was beginning to take shape.

Today was the agreed-upon delivery day with the dwarf master. Early in the morning, Qin Feng led the eighteen giants to the Blazing Fire Equipment Shop.

"Master Blazing Fire, is everything ready?" Qin Feng asked the dwarf master, who was already waiting in the outer room, as soon as he entered.

"Of course, my little brother, thanks to the methods you taught me, my efficiency has nearly doubled, and the forging is even more exquisite. Come, take a look at my achievements over the past ten days; I think you'll be satisfied!" The dwarf master pointed to the inner room.

Qin Feng, leading eighteen berserkers, followed the dwarf master through his forging room and into the innermost storage room.

The floor of the storage room was covered with massive, jet-black armors, but these weren't the most eye-catching items. The most striking were eighteen nearly ten-foot-long spiked clubs leaning against the wall, each head covered in menacing steel spikes that gleamed coldly!

Chapter 134 Yan Yun Mercenary Group

"Little brother, look at these things, are you satisfied?" the dwarf master asked with a hint of pride.

Qin Feng casually picked up a spiked club. Although not as heavy as the Tiger Soul Club, it still weighed at least three hundred pounds. The spikes on the head gleamed brightly, and with a casual swing, it made a "whoosh" sound.

"Excellent, truly worthy of the Dwarf Master's masterpiece!" Qin Feng said with a hint of flattery.

"Hehe, little brother, take another look at the armor I made for these big guys." The Dwarf Master chuckled憨厚ly, pointing to the jet-black, gleaming full-body armor spread out on the ground.

Qin Feng casually picked up a piece of armor, weighed it in his hand, estimating it to be around two hundred pounds. Moreover, both the design and craftsmanship were exquisite; it truly lived up to the Dwarf Master's reputation.

"Tianxiong, try on this armor the master made for you!" Qin Feng found the armor belonging to Kuang Tianxiong and handed it to Kuang Tianxiong, who was still admiring it from the doorway.

"Ah, boss, are all these armors and weapons for us?" Kuang Tianxiong, interrupted from his daydream by Qin Feng, asked, rubbing his bald head.

"Nonsense, why would I bring you here if they weren't for you?" Qin Feng replied irritably.

"Oh, hehe..." Kuang Tianxiong took the armor from Qin Feng and grinned happily.

"The rest of you brothers, find your armor and put it on. Let's see what our berserkers look like in armor," Qin Feng called to the other berserkers, his heart filled with anticipation for this berserker squad he had painstakingly built.

Soon, under the guidance of the dwarf master, the berserkers had all donned their armor and stood before Qin Feng.

They stood in three rows of six, their 200-pound armor appearing as if made of paper to an ordinary person. Combined with their imposing physiques, a chilling aura emanated from them.

"Now, get your weapons ready," Qin Feng said, pointing to the eighteen spiked clubs leaning against the wall.

These eighteen heavily armored berserkers, wielding their clubs, were practically eighteen human weapons.

But Qin Feng seemed unsatisfied. Ignoring the dwarf master who was already trembling slightly, he whispered two words to these eighteen human weapons that nearly made the dwarf master faint—

"Berserk!"

With Qin Feng's words... Without hesitation, the eighteen berserkers let out a low, muffled roar. Then, their bodies, encased in heavy armor, suddenly grew nearly half a meter taller, almost reaching the ceiling of the collection room. Their armor was taut, as if held up by something, but thankfully, it didn't break.

"I added Burmese steel, didn't I, Master?" Qin Feng asked the dwarf master, who was on the verge of collapse, looking at the berserkers' armor stretched taut by their berserk state.

"Yes, considering that berserkers' strength increases significantly once they go berserk, I added some Burmese steel during forging. This greatly increases the armor's flexibility. Even if they go berserk, it can handle it. But, Tagore, aren't you afraid they'll go berserk like this? Berserkers usually lose their minds when they go berserk, don't they?" the dwarf master asked in a slightly trembling voice.

"Hehe, Master, look, they're perfectly fine," Qin Feng said with a smile, pointing to the eighteen panting, bloodshot-eyed berserkers before him.

“Yes, that’s strange. Could it be that their berserk state wasn’t complete?” The dwarf master stroked his long beard and hid next to Qin Feng.

“Master, we’re not crazy! Our illness was cured by the boss, and we won’t go insane even in our berserk state!” Kuang Tianxiong’s hoarse voice, now mineralized, rang out.

“Oh, oh, yes, that’s good, that’s good…” The dwarf master was clearly startled by Kuang Tianxiong’s sudden outburst. In the history he knew, berserkers, once they went berserk, would lose their minds and do nothing but kill. But these berserkers were clearly berserk, yet they could not only maintain their rationality but also speak to people, which was far beyond his expectations.

“Master, let’s go out. Efako is probably anxious outside.” Qin Feng leaned down and said to the dwarf master.

“Let’s go, hehe. You can discuss business with Efako. I won’t charge for the craftsmanship of the weapons and armor this time, but you can pay Efako for the materials. I usually let him manage the shop; I only handle the manufacturing.” The dwarf master said to Qin Feng with a smile.

After bidding farewell to the dwarf master, Qin Feng led eighteen heavily armored berserkers, wielding spiked clubs and in a frenzied state, towards the northern district. Their destination was none other than the headquarters of the mercenary guild where the killings had taken place the previous day.

"Qin kid, you're really going to go find the scum?" Tiger Soul's excited mental energy fluctuations rang out.

"Since some people are so eager to test my limits, then let them see. Besides, do you really think you can avoid it? I think His Majesty Brad, as well as those princes and ministers, are all watching us from the shadows. If we're cowardly and don't fight back, then..." Qin Feng didn't finish his sentence, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Alright, alright, you're just trying to provoke me into killing those noisy bastards. So unsophisticated, always using such ugly tricks. But this time, I'm not planning on going all out. I haven't yet figured out some of the hidden forces within the Mehes court. I'll wait until they surface." Qin Feng's lips curled into a familiar smile; it seemed someone was about to suffer.

Qin Feng led the eighteen berserkers through the gates of the Mercenary Guild headquarters. The previously boisterous and playful hall fell silent upon the arrival of Kuang Tianxiong and his group, everyone scrutinizing the terrifying berserkers behind Qin Feng.

Qin Feng swept his divine sense across the hall, inwardly sneering. "So they really did send people. Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish. "

Among the mercenaries of the Mercenary Guild, three swordsmen in gleaming armor appeared unusually tense after Qin Feng's appearance, though everyone's attention was drawn to Kuang Tianxiong and his group, so they didn't notice.

"I want to register a mercenary group. What procedures are required?" Qin Feng asked the Mercenary Guild's receptionist calmly.

"Would you like to register a small, medium, or large mercenary group?" the receptionist asked politely.

"Tell me the differences between these mercenary groups?"

"Sure. If you only want to establish a small mercenary group, it costs 1000 gold coins, and your group can have up to ten members; a medium-sized mercenary group requires 1000 gold coins, and the maximum number of members can reach 100. If you want to establish a large mercenary group, you need to pay 10,000 gold coins, and there is no limit to the number of members your group can have." The receptionist of the Mercenary Guild patiently explained.

Qin Feng immediately understood why the Berserker Clan didn't form a mercenary group. Although 100 gold coins was nothing to Qin Feng, it was a considerable expense for the Berserker Clan, equivalent to half a year's expenses for their entire clan. No wonder the Berserker Clan could only sell magic crystals and animal hides and couldn't do the tasks announced by the Mercenary Guild.

"I want to register a large mercenary group. Here is my amethyst card." Qin Feng took out his amethyst card and said.

"Okay, sir. What would you like to name your mercenary group?"

"Yan Yun Mercenary Group."

"Okay. What's your name? We'll register it for you. Who is your leader?" The receptionist glanced at the berserkers behind Qin Feng and asked.

"Qin Feng, I am the leader of this group."

"Okay. Who is your deputy leader?"

"Kuang Tianxiong."

...

"Finally, please choose a design as your mercenary group's emblem." The receptionist handed Qin Feng something resembling a crystal panel.

Qin Feng took it and examined it carefully, but none of them satisfied him, so he handed it back, saying, "Are there any others? I'm not satisfied with any of these designs."

"If you're not satisfied with these designs, you can draw your favorite design here, and our staff will help you with it." The receptionist handed Qin Feng something resembling a crystal ball.

"You just need to imagine it in your mind, and it will be reflected on this crystal ball." The mercenary guild receptionist explained, noticing Qin Feng's confusion.

Qin Feng held the crystal ball and thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a design.

"Qin boy, use me as a model! Look how handsome and domineering I am..." Even the Tiger Soul, residing in the spatial bag, couldn't resist joining in, emitting a surge of spiritual energy.

Qin Feng's mind immediately flashed back to the first time he saw the Tiger Soul: amidst a sea of crimson, a gigantic white tiger with long fangs and piercing eyes stood like a solitary king, exuding domineering power...

A flash of red light from the crystal ball in Qin Feng's hand startled him from his reverie. In the center of the crystal ball, a gigantic white tiger appeared, seemingly ready to devour its prey, its boundless killing intent and domineering aura emanating from its wide-open, blood-red eyes.

"Let's use this as our group's emblem," Qin Feng said, handing over the crystal ball.

"Oh, okay. Here's your Purple Crystal Card. A total of 10,100 gold coins will be deducted from your account. 10,000 are for establishing a large mercenary group, and the remaining 100 is for the cost of making your group's emblem," the receptionist said respectfully, handing Qin Feng the Purple Crystal Card with both hands.

Chapter 135 Life-or-Death Duel

After completing the necessary formalities, Qin Feng didn't immediately leave with the berserkers.

Instead, he leisurely walked towards the entrance. Just as they were about to reach the gate of the Mercenary Guild headquarters, three people suddenly walked in. The first was a middle-aged man in silver armor, followed by two middle-aged men dressed as swordsmen in black and red armor. All three wore a round gold badge on their chests, engraved with a lifelike sword.

"People from the Glory Mercenary Group?"

"The Glory Mercenary Group?"

The mercenaries in the Mercenary Guild fell silent instantly, all staring at the three members of the Glory Mercenary Group who had entered.

The three brightly armored mercenaries who had been among the mercenaries breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the Glory Mercenary Group members. They quickly stepped forward and whispered something to the middle-aged man in silver armor. The man nodded repeatedly, his eyes flashing with a fierce light as he glanced at Qin Feng and the berserkers behind him.

After hearing the report, the middle-aged man in silver armor glared at Qin Feng with a sinister expression. He walked over and blocked Qin Feng and his group.

"Boy, you killed members of our Glory Mercenary Group yesterday, right?" the silver-armored man arrogantly asked Qin Feng.

"If those trash who couldn't even withstand a single move from me yesterday were from your Glory Mercenary Group, then I probably killed them," Qin Feng replied without looking up, glancing at his left hand.

"Boy, you've got guts..." the silver-armored man stared intently at Qin Feng, about to say something, when a huge iron hand lifted him into the air.

What came into his view was a pair of terrifyingly bloodshot eyes, and the veins on his forehead bulged prominently. He was panting heavily, his mouth wide open.

This was a berserker, and a berserker in a berserk state!

The two men behind the silver-armored middle-aged man, along with the three who had joined them earlier, saw the silver-armored middle-aged man being lifted up. They wanted to rush forward to help, but when they saw the three-meter-tall berserkers behind Qin Feng, who were rubbing their fists and ready to fight, they wisely stopped their advance.

"Go back and tell your old man that I'll be waiting for him at the Imperial Royal Arena in three days. Our Yan Yun Mercenary Group will send eighteen members. As for how many you send, that's up to you. Whoever loses will disband their mercenary group." Qin Feng's Heaven-Shattering Strike Technique scanned the silver-armored middle-aged man's brain and knew everything. Leaving behind these arrogant words, Qin Feng led the eighteen berserkers away.

"Qin boy, after all, they're still a lackey of the Medusa family. Aren't you a bit foolish to go head-to-head with someone before you've even established yourself in Mehes?" Tiger Soul's spiritual energy fluctuations reached Qin Feng's brain.

"What's wrong with that? Do you think this is just a simple revenge incident? To integrate into the Mehes nobility, you need to take action. They probably think the 50,000 people I killed were made of paper, heh..." Qin Feng sneered.

Mehes Empire Imperial Palace, Imperial Study.

Emperor Brad leaned back on his throne, with Left Prime Minister Rams and Right Prime Minister Gerhard seated below him, along with the Director of the Intelligence Department.

"So, our Duke Tiger Might is going to have a showdown with Duke Medusa." Emperor Brad yawned.

"Yes, Your Majesty, one of Duke Tiger Might's attendants casually grabbed the vice-captain of the Glory Mercenary Group, the son of that old man Mox, Little Mox, and then Duke Tiger Might left after saying those words." The Director of the Intelligence Department replied.

"Are you sure those eighteen giants, all clad in heavy armor, are berserkers?" Right Chancellor Gerhard asked casually.

"Yes, according to my intelligence, this group of berserkers entered Duke Huwei's residence eleven days ago at dusk. Ten days ago, they went out with Duke Huwei, which I suspect was to order custom equipment, as they only went to the Blazing Fire Equipment Shop in the South District and didn't go anywhere else."

"Ordinary berserkers are at most two and a half meters tall. But those who came out with Duke Huwei this time are three meters tall? Have they all gone berserk?" Left Chancellor asked, squinting his small eyes.

"Those berserkers couldn't possibly have gone berserk. As everyone knows, once berserkers go berserk, they not only become incredibly strong, but they also lose their minds. The berserkers who accompanied Duke Huwei this time behaved very rationally, not only causing no damage, but also being very obedient to orders," the head of the Intelligence Department analyzed.

"Then, what's the Medusa family up to?" His Majesty Brad asked with his eyes closed.

"Grand Duchess Medusa hasn't made any major moves, except that Mox, the leader of the Glory Mercenary Group, visited the Duchess Medusa's mansion a few days ago, and then there's been no further activity."

"What do you three ministers think of this matter?" His Majesty Brad asked, opening his eyes.

"When two tigers fight, the strong are injured and the weak perish. Your Majesty might as well observe from the sidelines," the Left

Prime Minister said slyly, his small eyes narrowing. "The Medusa family has become increasingly arrogant in recent years. It would be good to have a hothead to help us curb their arrogance. However, Your Majesty, Duke Tiger's foundation is weak. Wouldn't it affect your overall plan if he clashed with the Medusa family too early?" the Right Prime Minister said slowly, looking at His Majesty Brad.

"It's a good opportunity to test his strength. If he succeeds, then it proves that our choice was correct, and our initial investment was also correct. If he can't even get past this hurdle, then he's not worth my further cultivation, and we'll have to continue looking for the next candidate," His Majesty Brad said, a sly glint in his eyes.

In the Tiger Might Duke's mansion, Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes and murmured,

"Quite the schemer, huh? They even managed to outmaneuver me so thoroughly. Heh, interesting."

For the next three days, Qin Feng remained secluded in the Duke's mansion, diligently training his eighteen berserker warriors. With Qin Feng's help, their berserk state could now last a full five hours, more than double what it used to be. Furthermore, the period of weakness after berserk state was greatly reduced; they only needed about two hours of proper meditation and meridian cleansing afterward to return to their original state.

As for the outside news, Qin Feng had learned the general outline through Old Loko.

The A-rank Glory Mercenary Group had applied to the Mercenary Guild headquarters for a life-or-death battle, challenging the newly established G-rank mercenary group, the Yan Yun Mercenary Group.

The Glory Mercenary Group, currently ranked number one in Mehes, while not comparable to the legendary three S-rank mercenary groups, is still the sixth-ranked mercenary group on the continent. Besides its leader, Mox Funk, a Sword Emperor-level expert, the group boasts two other Emperor-level experts and over thirty Grand Swordsmen (plus the dozen or so killed by Qin Feng), totaling over three hundred members.

As for their opponent, the Yan Yun Mercenary Group, no one knows their origins. The only certainty is that the group currently has nineteen members, eighteen of whom are berserkers, and the leader's profession is unknown.

This rare A-rank mercenary group challenging a G-rank mercenary group, especially in a life-or-death battle, has attracted betting odds from major casinos. The Glory Mercenary Group's odds of winning are 1.5 to 1, while the Yan Yun Mercenary Group's odds are 132 to 1, a significant difference.

Qin Feng could only say that history was strikingly similar. Six years ago, his duel with the Third Prince had such lopsided odds that he made a fortune. This time was no different; it seemed he couldn't avoid getting rich.

Three days passed quickly.

Qin Feng got up early, donned the dragon-scale armor Emperor Brad had previously offered as a reward, draped a moon-white cloak over his shoulders, and casually tied his brilliant blond hair back, instantly adding to his heroic aura.

"Boss, we're all ready. Shall we go now?" The eighteen berserkers outside were a little nervous. After all, this was the Yan Yun Mercenary Group's first appearance, and it concerned the honor of the mercenary group and the berserkers. Their young shoulders still seemed somewhat immature.

"What are you afraid of? Just do as I tell you. I've staked all my wealth on you. If you lose, you won't have food or shelter anymore," Qin Feng said, feigning seriousness.

"Ah, boss, don't worry, we'll definitely win. Brothers, don't you agree?" Kuang Tianxiong hurriedly said.

"Yes, boss, we'll definitely win, don't worry!"

"Right, right, we'll definitely win!"

The Mehes Royal Arena is located in the southern district of Mesha City.

Qin Feng led eighteen berserkers and the old butler Loko into their rest area within the Royal Arena. Qin Feng focused his mind slightly, scanning the arena with his spiritual energy, and discovered that there were three Saint-level experts in the entire arena. Two of them were sitting next to His Majesty Brad on the platform: Grand Marshal Cherno and the unfamiliar Grand Magister Bernat, the Fire Elemental Archmage of the Mehes Empire.

As for the third one, he presumably it was Grand Duchess Medusa. Although they were well hidden, they were easily discovered by Qin Feng's abnormal spiritual energy wave.

As for the Glory Mercenary Group, the opponent of the Yan Yun Mercenary Group this time, Qin Feng glanced around and saw that three Sword Emperors, twenty-three Great Swordsmen, and forty-five Swordsmen had arrived, a total of seventy-one experts. In other words, the Glory Mercenary Group had sent all of their best fighters this time. It was their

first time fighting, and in front of nearly fifty thousand spectators, so these young berserkers were inevitably a little nervous.

"For the honor of the Berserker Clan, my dear brothers, fight!" Qin Feng walked to the middle of the Berserkers and said to them with great passion.

"For the honor of the Berserker Clan, fight!"

Chapter 136 Duel or Slaughter?

The referee invited for this duel was Tartok, the president of the Mercenary Guild.

At this moment, he stood on the referee's stand, looking at the two sides who were ready, cleared his throat, and said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the duel between the Glory Mercenary Group and the Yan Yun Mercenary Group is about to begin. First of all, we welcome the Glory Mercenary Group as the challenger!"

The seventy-one experts of the Glory Mercenary Group entered the arena under the leadership of their leader, Mox, and waved politely to the surroundings. Mox did have a bit of the demeanor of an expert, but the little Mox behind him, with his white face full of murderous aura, completely ruined this demeanor.

The audience in the stands reacted with great enthusiasm to the entrance of the Glory Mercenary Group. After all, as the number one mercenary group in Mehes, the Glory Mercenary Group's strength had already impressed many, and many had placed their bets on them, so expectations for them were extremely high.

Just then, a series of muffled impacts and furious roars suddenly came from the opposite side of the Glory Mercenary Group. The eighteen burly men of the Yan Yun Mercenary Group, who were challenging them, each held a strange, chilling weapon in their right hand, and pounded their right breastplates with their left hands!

"Now, welcome to our challengers, the warriors of the newly formed Yan Yun Mercenary Group!" the president of the Mercenary Guild continued.

The eighteen berserkers entered the arena in a strange formation, without speaking or waving, standing like eighteen iron pillars opposite the Glory Mercenary Group. A fierce and chilling aura emanated from them, making even the seasoned Mox tremble.

"Roar~~ Roar~~ Roar~~" The eighteen berserkers roared. It wasn't exactly a song, just a few simple notes, but it was the berserker's song, passed down for ten thousand years. With each roar, their physiques changed; their eyes turned red, veins bulged, and they grew taller.

"Now. The challenge begins!" Seeing the berserkers go berserk, the Mercenary Guild Master rushed over, jokingly. Berserkers were the most terrifying, descending into madness.

But the eighteen berserkers below, aside from breathing heavily, didn't seem to do anything particularly unusual.

The Glory Mercenary Group was also ready, gradually approaching Kuang Tianxiong and his group of eighteen under their leader, Mox.

"Surround them!" Mox whispered to his members.

The Glory Mercenary Group members displayed their usual perfect teamwork, surrounding the eighteen berserkers perfectly.

"Kill!" Mox ordered, seeing the eighteen berserkers surrounded. The berserkers were strong, but surrounded by so many skilled fighters of their own, Mox couldn't imagine how they could escape their fate of being torn apart.

"Eighteen Arhats Formation, Spin!" Kuang Tianxiong roared, his spiked club slamming down on an attacking greatsword master without any fancy moves.

"Hah!" Receiving the command, the other seventeen berserkers began to spin, their spiked clubs like deadly weapons, smashing towards the members of the Glory Mercenary Group.

As the core of the Glory Mercenary Group, Mox was naturally the first to make contact with the berserkers.

"Bang!"

Kuang Tianxiong's spiked club slammed into Mox's greatsword, which felt like it had struck a solid iron plate. No, even an iron plate couldn't withstand his powerful blow. A destructive energy surged from the greatsword, drilling into Mox's right hand holding the sword, heading straight for his heart.

Mox, as expected of a Sword Emperor-level expert, immediately focused his internal battle qi on his right hand to counteract the unusual energy the moment he sensed it on the greatsword.

Although the destructive energy was relatively weak, it was eventually forced out of Mox's body. However, just as Mox breathed a sigh of relief, a dark shadow, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed down towards his head!

Mox had no time to dodge and could only hastily raise his sword to block.

A loud "bang!" caused the members of the Glory Mercenary Group in the arena to pause briefly, all looking towards the source of the sound.

They saw that Mox's greatsword had been knocked away, and his ankles had been slammed into the ground. Mox now looked disheveled, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with panic as he stared at Kuang Tianxiong, who was grinning maliciously and swinging his spiked club at him for the third time.

"Damn barbarian, how dare you hurt my elder brother! Take this!" With a furious shout, a fiery red sword aura shot straight at Kuang Tianxiong, who was raising his club to smash towards Mox.

Kuang Tianxiong didn't even glance at the sword aura, his body shifting slightly to avoid it, and his spiked club continued its original trajectory towards Mox's head.

"Ahhhhh!"

At the critical moment, Mox concentrated all his battle qi into his left hand, and blue battle qi quickly formed a protective layer on his left hand. He actually intended to use his flesh and blood to block Kuang Tianxiong's spiked club, and at the same time, he pushed off with both feet, dodging backward.

"Crack!" A crisp sound was accompanied by a muffled groan. Mox had already escaped more than three zhang away, but now his face was pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his left hand hung limply at his sides, obviously his arm bone had been shattered in the previous blow.

The members of the Glory Mercenary Group stared at their leader in disbelief. In their hearts, Mox was a god-like figure. Although Mox had only reached the Emperor rank, in a world where Saint rank experts were few and far between, he was already incredibly powerful. Nothing Mox did was unsuccessful.

Yet, their god was completely outmatched in a single exchange, and not only outmatched, but also severely injured. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that his left hand was useless.

"Ahhh!"

"Ahhh!"

...

In that brief moment of pause, a dozen screams snapped them back to reality.

A dozen members of the Glory Mercenary Group lay in pools of blood. Their skulls were shattered, white brain matter mixed with bright red blood, and some eyeballs had even popped out of their sockets under the pressure. Witnessing

this, the Glory Mercenary Group members were terrified, yet dared not act rashly, fearing they would suffer the same fate as their comrades.

"You...you're breaking the rules...you've desecrated the honor of mercenaries..." Mox pointed with his remaining right hand at the berserker who continued to slaughter members of the Glory Mercenary Group without stopping.

"This is a life-or-death duel. Only the survivors can leave. Your people stopped on their own. It has nothing to do with us. Do you expect us to wait until you all come to your senses before continuing? Besides, speaking of desecrating the honor of mercenaries, heh, it seems we are now eighteen against seventy-one of you, and it's the main force of an A-level mercenary group against a newly established G-level mercenary group..." Qin Feng, sitting on the sidelines, sneered.

"You..." Mox was so angry that he couldn't speak. He was clearly at a disadvantage, yet the other side was in the right. In his anger and frustration, Mox suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood.

If Mox had recognized the young man in white robes as the currently powerful Grand Duke Tiger Might of the Empire, he would never have returned to participate in this duel. Unfortunately, Qin Feng was relatively low-key, and someone deliberately didn't reveal Qin Feng's identity to Mox, leading him to believe that the other party was just a rich young master leading a group of barbarians, with Duke Medusa backing him up, so he didn't pay much attention.

"Kill!" Qin Feng coldly ordered the berserkers waiting for orders from the sidelines.

"Yaaaaaa!"

The eighteen berserkers roared upon receiving the order. The original formation of the Eighteen Arhats dispersed, and they rushed into the ranks of the Glory Mercenary Group members, brandishing their spiked clubs as if they were mad.

The members of the Glory Mercenary Group, seeing the eighteen berserkers flailing wildly, thought their opportunity had come and quickly surrounded them again, then began their attack.

However, no matter which direction they attacked, the berserkers intentionally or unintentionally blocked their attacks, and then the terrifying aspect appeared.

The berserkers who blocked their attacks did not withdraw their spiked clubs. Instead, with unstoppable force, it slammed into the skull of a Glory Mercenary who couldn't dodge in time, instantly shattering his skull, splattering his brains, and killing him in convulsions.

The eighteen berserkers on the field seemed to be dancing wildly, but every few seconds, a member of the Glory Mercenary would scream and fall into a pool of blood. This was the

ancient Chinese martial art—the Mad Demon Staff Technique.

Qin Feng sat expressionless on the sidelines, a faint sneer playing on his lips. Although he hadn't quite mastered it, it was passable, more than enough to deal with these people.

Suddenly, Qin Feng frowned, then relaxed. He was leaving? Even he himself couldn't stand it anymore.

The situation on the field had clearly changed. Thanks to the eighteen berserkers' frantic slaughter, the Glory Mercenary had been reduced to about ten members. Actually, it wasn't entirely their fault. The blame lay with the berserkers' superior equipment. Seven or eight members of the Glory Mercenary Group fighting a single berserker would have given them a chance to land a few blows, enough to injure them, if not seriously.

However, the berserker was completely encased in iron armor. Once the mask was removed, he was a walking iron behemoth, even his genitals were well protected—a veritable iron hedgehog, impossible to attack.

Add to that the monstrous strength of each member wielding a 300-pound spiked club with nonchalant abandon, and everything in its path was smashed to pieces.

Chapter 137: The Acting Father and Son.

Finally, under the berserkers' abnormal defense and attacks, the Glory Mercenary Group was reduced to fourteen members, at a numerical disadvantage.

"Arhat Formation, surround!" With a furious shout from Kuang Tianxiong, eighteen berserkers surrounded the remaining fourteen members of the Glory Mercenary Group, grinning maliciously at them as if they were chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered.

"We can't wait for them to activate this weird formation any longer! Second brother, third brother, you charge south and north, the rest of you charge west, I'll charge east, let's move together!" Seeing the berserkers revert to their previous formation, Mox hurriedly gave the order.

"Alright!" Upon receiving the order, the members of the Glory Mercenary Group immediately sprang into action, launching their attacks in their respective directions according to Mox's instructions.

Sitting on the sidelines, Qin Feng watched the Glory Mercenary Group's actions with interest, chatting idly with Tiger Soul.

"Qin kid, the martial arts of our Yanhuang lineage are really quite good. Although it doesn't emphasize strength as much as before, it focuses more on technique. But why does this sound like the Emperor's school of thought?" Tiger Soul transmitted a sullen spiritual energy fluctuation.

"Under equal strength, naturally, the more skilled you are, the better. However, in the face of absolute power, no amount of skill is of any use. As the ancients said, 'One force can overcome ten wisdoms.'" Qin Feng replied with a smile, but inwardly he scorned Hu Po. As the saying goes, the victor is king, the loser is villain. The emperor defeated the Wu tribe, so naturally their fighting style replaced the Wu tribe's and was passed down to future generations!

"This formation is a bit strange. Could it be passed down by the great god Fuxi? But it doesn't seem like it. This formation doesn't even scratch the surface of Fuxi's techniques," Hu Po said with a curious spiritual energy fluctuation.

"Tianxiong, let's finish this quickly, it's getting boring." Qin Feng yawned, as if talking about something insignificant.

"Yes, boss! Brothers, Arhat Formation, destroy!" Kuang Tianxiong roared, raising his spiked club stained with red and white substances after receiving Qin Feng's order.

"Destroy!"

With the berserkers' roar, the members of the Glory Mercenary Group suddenly felt that the impenetrable wall they had just faced had transformed into an irresistible meat grinder, relentlessly slaughtering them.

The Eighteen Arhats Formation, also known as the Lesser Arhat Formation, is said to be the second greatest formation of the Shaolin School, second only to the 108 Arhats Formation. It emphasizes the integration of offense and defense. Trapping the enemy makes them feel as if they are surrounded by an impenetrable wall, while annihilation leaves them utterly disoriented.

At this moment, the Glory Mercenary Group members trapped in the Arhat Formation had lost all will to fight, watching in terror as the berserkers, like death itself, swung their spiked clubs at them.

"Father, save me, I don't want to die..." Perhaps having never experienced anything like this before, the young leader of the Glory Mercenary Group, Little Mox, was pale, his legs trembling uncontrollably, desperately grabbing his father's arm and shaking it violently. He was completely unaware that he was holding onto his father's shattered left arm.

Despite the excruciating pain in his left arm, Mox asked, his face pale, "Child, are you really afraid of death?"

"Father, I really don't want to die! I'm only thirty-two! Father, let's surrender, okay? That way, I won't die, you won't die, Uncle Two and Uncle Three won't die, nobody will die..." Little Mox nodded frantically in response.

"Do you think you can abandon the dignity of our Glory Mercenary Group just to save your own life? Child, as mercenaries, we must have our own dignity! Do you know what the consequences of surrendering will be?"

"Father, I know. If we surrender, we'll become subordinate to the Yan Yun Mercenary Group. I know that. But if we don't, we'll die! Father, I haven't lived enough! I want to keep living! I don't want to die with you!" Little Mox roared hysterically at Old Mox.

Old Mox looked at his son with a sorrowful expression, and said disappointedly, "I told you when you were a child that a mercenary's honor is above their own life, and our Glory Mercenary Group is even more so. I, Mox, would rather die in battle than become a vassal of another mercenary group!"

"You forced me to do this, you forced me to do this, Father, I don't want to die, you forced me to die... I was just trying to live... Ahhh..." Little Mox muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with a crazed blood-red light. He roared suddenly, and then, to everyone's utter surprise, he drew a dagger from his waist and plunged it into Old Mox's abdomen! The

previously noisy audience fell silent! His Majesty Brad in the stands stood up! Qin Feng, who had been expressionless in the stands, also stood up! The eighteen berserkers who had been attacking the members of the Glory Mercenary Group also stopped what they were doing, looking at what was happening before their eyes in disbelief.

Father murder—this ugliest tragedy in human history—had actually happened in broad daylight, right under the noses of tens of thousands of spectators!

Silence. The entire Royal Arena became exceptionally quiet at this moment, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop!

“Father, I’m sorry, I have to live, I really want to live. I’m sorry, if only you could surrender. Is my place in your heart less than your so-called honor? Less than your vanity? Or is my place as your son completely unimportant to you?” Little Mox gripped Labor Mox tightly, his face contorted with rage as he asked.

“You…you…you actually abandoned honor and even murdered your own father just to save your own life, you…” Old Mox clutched the spot where his son had stabbed him with a dagger, his right hand trembling as he pointed at Little Mox.

“Father, rest now. I will lead the Glory Mercenary Group to become the greatest mercenary group on the entire continent. Don’t worry, leave everything to me!” Little Mox stared at Old Mox with bloodshot eyes, a sinister smile on his face.

"The Glory Mercenary Group will never fall into your hands, and I will never allow someone like you to control the culmination of my life's work. Now I finally see your true colors, my dear son!" Old Mox said, looking at young Mox with an inscrutable expression. He continued,

"From a young age, I taught you that as a mercenary, you must be honest. You must value your honor more than your life! Now I tell you, as a mercenary, you must be willing to take responsibility for your mistakes! Today, I will take full responsibility for the mistake of giving birth to a rebellious son like you!"

A flash of blue light appeared on Old Mox's right hand, and he punched young Mox hard in the chest before he could react. Young Mox flew through the air in an arc, landing far out of the arena and crashing to the ground. His fate was unknown.

"Brothers, for our honor, kill!" Old Mox roared at the remaining eight members of the Glory Mercenary Group after punching young Mox away!

"Kill!" The members of the Glory Mercenary Group, clearly inspired by Old Mox's act of sacrificing his own son, roared and charged towards the eighteen berserkers.

"Kill!" Kuang Tianxiong, having recovered, swung his spiked club and charged forward!

Qin Feng walked with a hint of interest to the sidelines, where the life or death of the young Mox was unknown. He glanced at Old Mox, who was fighting in the arena but occasionally glancing at the young Mox out of the corner of his eye, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Tsk tsk, interesting. Even a tiger doesn't eat its cub. He was injured like this by his own son, yet he couldn't bear to kill him! Although three of his ribs are broken, his internal organs haven't suffered any damage. He used just the right amount of force!" Qin Feng turned the young Mox over on the ground and said.

"I guess that seemingly fierce stab just now only pierced the skin! You two really have a talent for acting, managing to fool everyone! Luckily, I came over to check on him. Kid, are you still going to pretend?" Qin Feng looked at the young Mox lying on the ground with his eyes closed with a cold smile.

Qin Feng had subtly amplified his words with his inner force. Although his voice wasn't loud, it was clearly heard by tens of thousands of spectators. All eyes were immediately drawn to the young Mox lying on the ground.

Old Mox, who had been fighting fiercely in the arena, shuddered upon hearing Qin Feng's words, his face turning deathly pale. The other members of the Glory Mercenary Group following Old Mox involuntarily stopped, looking at him with questioning expressions.

The young Mox, lying on the ground, unaware of the trap, thought he had been discovered and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Qin Feng's mocking face. Turning his head, he saw his father's ashen face!

"You tricked me!" The young Mox finally realized he had fallen for Qin Feng's scheme, and jumped up angrily, pointing his finger at Qin Feng.

"But you and your father deceived not only your companions, but also His Majesty Brad and tens of thousands of spectators!" Qin Feng smiled, looking at the furious little Mox.

"I...I'll fight you to the death!" In desperation, little Mox lunged at Qin Feng with his bare hands!

A cold glint appeared in Qin Feng's eyes. Without making a move, little Mox only felt a blur before his eyes, and then he was involuntarily thrown into the encirclement of berserkers in the arena.

But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that he felt as if his whole body was being torn apart, and he couldn't help but scream in agony.

Ancient Chinese martial arts technique—Dislocating tendons and bones.

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