Tempest of the Stellar War

Di Maria did not argue. He knew that of the three, his ability was the weakest. Even though his own Ability X quality was the highest.

“Di Maria does not exaggerate. I know that Brother Lin and Brother Zadeh have amazing physical proficiency. First, let us not quibble over strength. More importantly, Prime Minister Kashawen’s intention. Have you thought about it?”

Lear asked smilingly.

This gave all three pause. Evidently, Wang Zheng’s conduct was filled with rebelliousness and arrogance. Compounded with the gossip of the past, this had fired all the Aslan people. But this was Aslan, and SIG was hosted by Aslan. Was Kashawen’s intention for them to act?

Of course not.

Anybody could do so, but Aslan should not. At least, they should not act first.

The one to stick out their neck first should not be one of them. Even if they defeated Wang Zheng and eliminated Saruman Snake, would that help Aslan’s reputation one bit?

All three were wise people. Prime Minister Kashawen was cognizant of this process. And the other countries’ generals were also watching. Technically, they were competing in fighting ability, but they also tested each fighter’s intellect and ability to see the larger picture. This foresight was not limited to the situation here. Those who were limited thus were pawns at best. Status might differ, but the prudent would cast their gazes far. Even if they were presently pawns, the day would come where they could shrug off their fate.

The Aslan people were clever. That was not in question. Her Highness Aina was their soft spot, and she would make them rash. But Lear had reminded them, and they knew their position was wrong.

Prime Minister Kashawen had to be planning to use this event for some purpose. If they made their move, it would be ruined. Like Lear said, even if they snatched glory, and salvaged the image of their princess in the eyes of the Aslan people, they could not be the first to make an unthinking move.

Of course, this “first” referred to the first capable person.

Lear, of course, knew that they wanted to act. And they had their own interest, which was to attract the Princess’ interest by defeating Wang Zheng.

How could a loser be fit for the Princess? Even if no one said so, they would slink away with their tail between their legs.

Lin Feng and Qiankun Zadeh were exceptionally sharp. Although they were bloodthirsty, they would not needlessly push the issue, and in fact would not kill Wang Zheng.

And Lear was clear of their mindset, so persuading them was easy.

Lear’s goal was obviously not to help Wang Zheng. On the contrary, this was a chance to let Wang Zheng never cross his sight again.

If Aslan’s group did not move, Arbiter’s Aragorn and Manalasuo’s Jondi Lilick would definitely act. The Atlanteans, unclear. But given Lear’s judgement, one of these two acting first would increase the odds of success.

Jondi Lilick and Qiqin Nacchai had already discovered Wang Zheng’s location, and even seen him fight. But neither had made an attack on him. Even at their level, they could smell danger from Wang Zheng. It was not that they would definitely lose if they fought, but the possibility was there.

One thing they had to admit was that they had their own responsibilities. The consequences of failure were not something they could bear.

For example, Jondi Lilick knew that General Bolet was watching. If he won, all was good. If he lost, then he would have to shoulder the responsibility. Of course, it was inevitable to sustain injuries in taking out Wang Zheng. Which was why Qiqin Nacchai was needed. He did not want to be sneak-attacked by others.

In Wang Zheng’s vicinity, more than 20 lurked. Most of these guys already had tags, but were here not for more tags.

Among them, the most dangerous was González from the Darkness Empire. The Darkness Empire’s soldiers’ personality was well known, and such a person was respected from afar. If he found a weakness, he would not hesitate to finish him off.

Suddenly, the situation was extremely dangerous. Wang Zheng was there, bold as brass, but who first?

Beside Wang Zheng’s campfire were five tags, just left there. The other four had come two by two, and were now lying in a hospital.

The following challengers would not meet as kind a fate. The Saruman Snake battle team was facing a lot of pressure. Undoubtedly, he needed a lot of tags, and he would not decline those who came.

Zhang Zhun had really become the field sweeper for Wang Zheng. He was unafraid of danger, and did not leave. But the last few days of battles had left a deep impression on him.

But up till now, he still could not see Wang Zheng’s better. It looked like anyone outside of the top 20 did not even need to think of touching Wang Zheng. In this week, Wang Zheng’s emotional control had also impressed Zhang Zhun. Panicking resulted in over-expense of energy, while being too relaxed gave the enemy a chance. But Wang Zheng managed this perfectly.

This could be some special ability, but at his level, he could not comprehend it. Perhaps this was what the unification of mind and body meant.

Each day, Wang Zheng spent a majority of his time practicing the Primordial Regression Technique. But he had not foreseen one thing. The military randomly dropped supplies, as though they did not want hunger to affect their endurance. Not just Wang Zheng, but all the fighters did not have a food problem, if they were discerning and resourceful enough. Those like Wang Zheng could completely ignore it. It might be a bit disgusting at times, but there was not much difference.

The bottleneck of training was situation and opportunity. Kashawen was someone who gave Wang Zheng pressure, and he could feel the current situation gradually improving. He was closing in on the third tier of the Primordial Regression Technique. The holistic use of the Five Elements had also set good foundations for entering the third tier ofthe Primordial Regression Technique, and what was needed now was huge quantities of “supplements”.

Wang Zheng was not at all worried. It would come, because these people could not resist.

But Wang Zheng had not expected the first person to be… Mars!

Wang Zheng knew that Arbiter’s Warrior Soul College and Iron and Steel College were at odds. Both schools were backed by families that were political rivals. If they acted, the first would not be Mars, no matter how you looked at it.

One on one, Wang Zheng was not afraid of anybody. But the problem was that this was a gauntlet. And Mars was definitely someone capable of wearing you out.

Even if Mars was not a leader of the top 10 seeded teams, any who had seen the Greatest King Competition knew how terrifying this person was. The Asura battle team still had the power to compete for first place.

Bolet watched the screen with a big smile. From the side, Arbiter’s General Sarabujal watched on as well.

This General Sarabujal was from Warrior Soul College.

“I heard that Arbiter’s Iron and Steel and Warrior Soul are like night and day. Seems like the rumors might not be true.”

Bolet smiled.

Sarabujal showed no reaction. This was classic of most Arbiters, and more so the older they were.

“Mars, not bad.”

Sarabujal said that not because Mars was about to fight, but as an evaluation of Mars’ ability. Everyone knew of the devastating competition between Iron and Steel and Warrior Soul. “My second disciple died at his hands.”

That left Bolet speechless. Manalasuo was learning from Arbiter, but some things could not be gleaned. Arbiter’s cruel teaching methods would cause trouble when grafted elsewhere.