Chapter 1223: Army of the Defeated, Nation of Cowards

“What ridiculous, pathetic faces.

“I’ve enjoyed your despair enough. Now, the slaughter… officially begins!”

HUM!

As Fei Ningxiao’s words fell, a ripple seemed to spread across the sky. The earthquake intensified once more. The puppets, which had previously stood still like stone statues, fully came to life. Wielding their weapons, they charged madly toward the three entrances.

At this moment, all eyes were glued to the entrances. The low-rank Martial Artists of the legion tried to block them, but unfortunately, they were annihilated in a single clash.

Obviously, Fei Ningxiao hadn’t lied. Under his control and omniscient view, each puppet was incredibly agile, possessing unparalleled combat instincts. What was worse, every single one of them was at the peak of Rank Five.

“All low-rank Martial Artists, scatter!” ordered the three Major Generals. They had already drawn their blades, ready to fight to the death.

At the shelter.

“It’s hopeless!”

People were closely following the battle through the screens. In just a minute or two, the three Rank Six Major Generals were already showing signs of exhaustion.

The puppets were simply too strong. Under Fei Ningxiao’s control, they executed flawlessly coordinated attacks. Move after move, their offense was absolutely seamless. Furthermore, the puppets themselves were terrifying. They had no sense of pain, no fear, and no emotions—they were veritable humanoid weapons. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time before the three Grandmasters were defeated.

“How do we break this stalemate?” Su Yue muttered, gritting his teeth as he observed the battlefield. His heart pounded wildly.

Should he head to the battlefield as backup? After all, without the Divine Soldiers, Su Yue wasn’t confident he could instantly obliterate the puppets.

“No, I still have to bypass this Major General’s blockade,” Su Yue thought, biting his lip so hard it bled.

Truthfully, he had wanted to rush in earlier, even if just to try his luck. However, the Major General of the Zhenqin Corps seemed to have anticipated Su Yue’s restlessness and stood right in his path.

HOWL!

Just then, a shrill ape’s cry suddenly pierced the sky above the Research Institute.

Wait! There was hope. Su Yue’s eyes lit up.

As the ape’s cry echoed through the sky, the originally small third shield suddenly expanded to three times its size. Moreover, a terrifying phantom of an ape appeared above it. The ape raised its arms high. Within seconds, the phantom’s arms expanded to a hundred meters tall—a suffocatingly massive sight.

RUMBLE!

In the next breath, the ape’s arms slammed down ruthlessly toward two of the entrances, one on the left and one on the right, crashing down like collapsing transparent mountain ranges.

Simultaneously, the three Major Generals flashed to the center entrance in unison. Exerting all their strength, they blasted all the puppets into the left and right entrances.

The ape’s arms descended, completely engulfing the puppets. Immediately after, the puppets began to twist and disintegrate, some completely shattering into pieces.

“Holy shit… that’s a divine skill!” Su Yue swallowed hard, his mouth dry.

The third shield had tripled in size. Those two ape arms seemed to be a part of it, capable of trapping the puppets and obliterating them all at once.

It was too damn impressive. Truly exhilarating.

“All officers and soldiers of the Zhenqin Corps, attention! Salute!”

A tearful voice rang out behind Su Yue. He turned around to see all the Martial Artists of the Zhenqin Corps saluting in the direction of the Research Institute.

“Vice Admiral Zhao Zhuangyuan executed the Ferocious Ape Combat Tactic. He… he sacrificed himself!” a Legion Martial Artist choked out, seeing the confusion on some people’s faces.

Zhao Zhuangyuan?

The Rank Eight expert who had chased him away earlier… had actually… sacrificed himself.

Su Yue slumped onto the ground. His heart pounded wildly, his mind completely unable to process what had just happened.

How was that possible?! A dignified Rank Eight expert, sacrificing himself just like that? This had to be a joke!

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone.

This greeting seems a bit repetitive and perfunctory.

Then, wishing everyone a peaceful and healthy Mid-Autumn.

Still doesn’t seem sincere enough.

Forget it, wishing you all an absolutely badass Mid-Autumn!

Your author will set the tone and be badass first—by stubbornly waiting until midnight to update, not even caring about monthly tickets anymore.

Is that badass enough?