Chapter 132 - 131: Fists are the Best Method of Negotiation

Chapter 132: Chapter 131: Fists are the Best Method of Negotiation

Li Ye’s voice rang out, clear for everyone to hear.

Everyone felt like they were hearing things.

From the Age of Gods?

The disciple of the Legendary Mage, Gandalf?

...

No one would believe a story like that!

The corner of Fire Element Sword Saint Quade’s eye twitched.

But the irrefutable facts seemed to prove that what Li Ye said was true.

After all, he had single-handedly defeated the Wind Forbidden Mage Peter and Grand Marshal Luo Ao, and even severely wounded the Divine Archer of the Elf Race...

He looked to be in his twenties, and a combat record like that was nothing short of brilliant.

He had indeed proven himself with his strength.

...

"Why are you all so unwilling to believe me? If I were one of the Undead Race, Luo Ao and Peter would already be dead."

Li Ye had a helpless expression. "Killing them would have been enough to deal a heavy blow to the Human Alliance Army. Why would I still be here talking nonsense with you? The only reason I stayed was to help humanity, wasn’t it?"

’Beating the Grand Marshal and a Forbidden Mage to a pulp and throwing a human fortress into chaos, all to prove he’s humanity’s savior?’

Quade looked at Li Ye, who seemed so aggrieved, and couldn’t quite grasp his logic. ’Is this disciple of Gandalf’s head screwed on right?’

"Sword Saint Quade, do you want to test my strength?" Li Ye looked at Quade, eager for a fight. "I have to say, the humans of this era are far worse than those from ten thousand years ago. No wonder you’re getting beaten into this sorry state by the Undead!"

Quade was speechless.

"Arrogant! We’ve fought the Undead for three years and held them off outside Longgu Fortress for one! What right do you have to criticize us?" the Beastman Berserker, Yorke Lu, felt he had been insulted and roared in anger.

"As far as I know, the Beastman Race would rather die than retreat. Why do you speak of falling back with such glory?" Li Ye glanced down, the contempt in his eyes undisguised.

With one sentence, he had offended the entire Beastman Race.

The Beastmen in the fortress let out roars, their furious glares seemingly trying to pierce through Li Ye.

"Kid, I don’t care if you’re from ten thousand years ago or not, I challenge you to a duel," Yorke Lu roared, raising his great axe.

"Fine. I’ll give you a two-hand handicap," Li Ye nodded, glancing at Luo Ao and Peter, whom he was still holding.

"..." Yorke Lu’s goal was to make Li Ye let go of Peter and Luo Ao. He didn’t expect Li Ye to see through his trick. He fell silent, then said with a cold face, "I don’t need any handicap. We will have a fair duel."

"Yorke Lu, be quiet for a moment." Quade glanced down, stopping Yorke Lu, then looked back at Li Ye. "Aragon, how can you prove you’re from ten thousand years ago?"

"Isn’t my immense personal Martial Force and my identity as an All-Element Forbidden Mage enough?" Li Ye said with a smile, looking at Quade. "Sword Saint Quade, you seem like a reasonable person.

In fact, you already believe my story in your heart, don’t you?

We can talk privately, with Peter and Luo Ao. What do you think? I can show you proof from the Ancient Era..."

By defeating Peter and Luo Ao, Li Ye had already proven his strength. He didn’t want to fight anymore. If he kept going, he would truly become a public enemy. The current situation was just right.

"Fine."

Quade glanced at the two men Li Ye was holding and nodded.

Li Ye turned and flew into the Grand Marshal’s office.

Quade followed him inside. After entering the room, the flames on his body died down.

Adjutant Du An had been in the room the whole time. Seeing the two enter, he bowed and asked thoughtfully, "Sword Saint Quade, Your Excellency Aragon, do you need me to help clean up the room?"

"No need. If these guys wake up, I’ll just knock them out again." Li Ye glanced at the guards he had tossed inside, his gentle tone a complete contrast to his earlier demeanor.

With that, he dropped the Mage and the Grand Marshal onto the floor and smiled. "Du An, on your way out, please close the door from the outside."

"Of course." Du An froze for a moment, looked at the shattered door and windows, and tactfully turned to leave.

Once Du An had left, Quade looked at Li Ye and frowned. "Aragon, I think we should have someone treat the Grand Marshal’s injuries first."

"No need for all that trouble. Don’t forget, I’m a Full Element Mage."

Li Ye snapped his fingers, showering the two with a ball of Holy Light. With another wave of his hand, he hung a curtain of water over the broken window, blocking the view from outside.

’I have to admit, Magic is quite useful sometimes.’

’The Spiritual Power of my previous world was formidable, but achieving an effect like this would require talismans or Dharma Artifacts.’

’Unlike here, where you can just manipulate the Magic Elements directly.’

With his Divine Sense and perception, Li Ye wasn’t afraid of a sneak attack from outside at all.

...

HNN!

URGH!

With two groans, Luo Ao and Peter’s injuries were healed by the Holy Light.

They awoke from their unconscious state.

The two of them weren’t seriously injured; Li Ye had held back when he beat them up.

Peter subconsciously touched his nose, the pain making him grimace.

Sensing the Holy Light still repairing his nose, he finally looked at Li Ye, his expression inexplicably complicated.

Luo Ao woke up as well. He removed two badges from his clothes. They were covered in cracks, and the moment he took them off, they shattered into pieces.

The badges were alchemical treasures that could help him withstand two Sword Saint-level attacks, but unexpectedly, they had been destroyed by a single punch from Li Ye.

The most crucial point was that he hadn’t felt any Fighting Qi from Li Ye’s fist.

He had reached a Sword Saint-level attack purely through physical strength.

’What terrifying physical conditioning!’

"Were people from the Ancient Era all as powerful as you?" Luo Ao asked. Having been beaten into submission, he had completely shed his previous arrogant attitude.

"Most people were ordinary," Li Ye said, glancing at him with a smile. "I was my master’s most outstanding disciple, known as the man closest to the gods."

’See? Fists are the best way to negotiate.’

’I barely had to say a thing, and these people have already accepted my origins, not even caring about my black hair and black eyes anymore.’

’Without overwhelming Martial Force, it would probably be harder for an outsider like me to integrate into this world than a minotaur.’

’Everywhere I went, people would treat me like a monster...’

The corner of Quade’s eye twitched again. ’So arrogant,’ he thought, but when he recalled Li Ye’s combat power, he was left speechless.

’If I had single-handedly captured a Forbidden Mage and the commander of an army at that age, I’d probably be even more arrogant than this guy.’

"Did people in the Ancient Era not cultivate Fighting Qi?" Luo Ao continued to ask.

"Only Gandalf’s lineage doesn’t. We put more faith in the power of the body itself, just like the Divine Spirits," Li Ye explained. He looked at Luo Ao and suddenly asked, "Grand Marshal, do you believe my story now?"

"What else?" Luo Ao snorted. "The disciple of Gandalf, a Forbidden Mage from the Ancient Era. Your very existence is enough to boost the morale of the entire Alliance Army.

Even if you aren’t Gandalf’s disciple, we must solidify this identity to cover up the disastrous impact of Peter and me being defeated.

Humanity needs a hero. From now on, your name will spread throughout the entire Human Alliance Army. I hope you’re prepared for that."

Li Ye’s eyes lit up. "Luo Ao, I thought you were a bit of a fool before. I apologize. You truly are qualified to be the Grand Marshal of the Alliance Army.

You probably don’t know, but Sword Saint Quade insisted I prove myself in front of everyone. It was as if he was trying to expose me, without even considering the consequences of my identity being debunked. If the Grand Marshal was defeated by a fraud, humanity’s morale would hit rock bottom."

"..." Sword Saint Quade’s old face darkened. He glared at Li Ye. ’Was it really necessary to praise one person by putting another down?’

As if to prove he wasn’t that foolish, he asked resentfully, "So, are you really Gandalf’s disciple or not? You said you would prove it to me."

"There is no proof," Li Ye said, rolling his eyes at him. "The only thing that can prove my identity is my strength."

"Quade, he really is from the Ancient Era. The way he uses Magic is completely different from ours. Besides, it’s impossible for such an outstanding young man to have remained unknown for so many years."

Peter looked at Quade, sighed, and then turned to Li Ye. "Aragon, if you are truly from the Ancient Era, I hope you can teach us some ancient Magic. The current system of Magic is missing too much. We need more powerful Magic to fight the Undead..."

"I can’t teach you," Li Ye shook his head. "In my era, Divine Spirits existed. My master, Gandalf, was a Maia who walked the Mortal World. He was an assistant to the Divine Spirits. I was enlightened by him, which is why my body is different, but I do not possess the power of a Divine Spirit."

"So it really is because of the Divine Spirits." Peter was at a loss. "Even Priests can no longer communicate with the Divine Spirits. Where are we supposed to seek their help?"

"Luo Ao, I learned a few things about this world from Linton and the others. You know, my master was an upright and great man," Li Ye said with a serious expression. "Therefore, I will carry on my master’s will and do my utmost to save this world. But before that, I need your help."

"Name it," said Luo Ao.

"I will not fight the Undead on the front lines. I’m going to travel deep into the human world behind the lines to search for the Children of Destiny, guide their growth, and then gather them to defeat the Undead." Li Ye repeated his earlier story. "My master spent his life searching for the Children of Destiny and guiding them to fulfill their missions. I must do the same as my master. Only the Children of Destiny can end this catastrophe."

"Aragon, you possess such immense power, yet you won’t go to the battlefield?" Quade frowned.

"Quade, do you expect me to defeat the entire Undead Corps by myself? The Human Alliance Army doesn’t lack a single powerful Warrior." Li Ye glanced at him and chuckled. "Of course, one day I will go to the battlefield, but not now."

"Fine, I agree to your request," Luo Ao said, looking at Li Ye. "But the matter of the Children of Destiny will also be made public. This can also boost the soldiers’ confidence."

He snorted. "If there were Children of Destiny, they would have appeared three years ago. You’d better actually be able to find them..."

"Of course," Li Ye shrugged and smiled. "I know what you mean. If there aren’t any, I’ll just have to create a few.

While I’m looking for the Children of Destiny, you all can continue sending people to search for the Divine Format.

Don’t put all your eggs in one basket. After all, you don’t really trust me that much, do you?"

"..." Quade looked at Li Ye, then at Luo Ao, and suddenly felt that this world was too complicated. He still couldn’t figure out if Aragon was really Gandalf’s disciple, or if the Children of Destiny even existed.

"Grand Marshal, I need to go deep behind the lines. Could you write me a letter of introduction to the king to verify my identity? Some things are smoother when executed from the top down," Li Ye said to Luo Ao. "I’d rather not have to get into a fight to prove who I am everywhere I go..."