Fang Jingmiao felt Fang Yushan's murderous intent!

"I'll be right back!"

Boom!

Fang Yushan finished speaking and stamped his foot hard on the ground, his body already leaping high.

"Alien dog thief, defecating anywhere, do you have no shame?

"You have been flaunting your power in Jiangyuan Country. Let me, Fang Yushan, learn about your flame warfare."

Boom!

Fang Yushan leaped three meters away from Huo Feifan, his face black as coal.

"Hahahaha, Divine Land Su Yue doesn't dare come out, so they send another piece of trash?

"Your blood isn't worthy to stain my divine rod."

Huo Feifan sneered, his face full of disdain.

"You're wrong, I'm not a substitute for Su Yue.

"I, Fang Yushan, represent Jiangyuan Country and challenge your Blood Boiling Race!"

Fang Yushan raised his sword, pointing it at Huo Feifan's face.

"A warrior from Jiangyuan Country? Are you not going to hide in the burning radar?"

Huo Feifan scoffed, causing even sharper ridicule from the alien army.

"Stop the nonsense, let's fight!"

Boom!

Fang Yushan stamped hard on the ground, causing a crack to split open, and from his palm, his long sword slashed out a sharp streak, its speed quick enough to cause sonic booms.

"Good timing, I'll first kill a piece of trash for sacrificial rites."

Boom!

The flames on Huo Feifan's body intensified; at this moment, he was a massive fireball, radiating intense heat.

...

"Brother Huang, you..."

In the human camp, everyone was astonished.

No one expected a youngster from Jiangyuan Country to rush out.

Everyone in the National Guardian Master Team gnashed their teeth, some warriors secretly hoped, praying for Fang Yushan to win.

"What's your take?"

In the distance, the sword light and fire shadows intertwined, waves of Qi Blood power rippled out, the battle was fierce, and the sharp air currents blurred the air.

Meng Yang stared at Fang Yushan, frowning as he asked Bai Xiaolong.

"It's fifty-fifty!

"Although this alien is at the peak of fourth rank, with that Flame Demon Artifact's boost, his strength has surpassed the fifth rank, even middle-tier fifth rank, and his combat tactics are very bizarre; with the flame's support, it's terrifying.

"As for Fang Yushan... it's hard to say."

"If we could destroy that Flame Demon Artifact, this Blood Boiling Race is just an ordinary peak fourth rank."

Bai Xiaolong licked his lips.

He could clearly see Huo Feifan's arrogance relied on that Flame Demon Artifact.

And Fang Yushan's fighting skill level, honestly speaking, was quite ordinary.

There's no way around it; that's the trend in Jiangyuan Country.

"Sigh, hopefully, he can come back alive. It's a pity the Military Department doesn't allow us to intervene."

Meng Yang sighed.

"Not allowing is correct.

"We're only early-stage fifth rank, a sixty percent win rate; there's no guarantee the aliens don't have some plot.

"Meng Yang, you're getting cocky."

Bai Xiaolong glared at Meng Yang.

This guy must have a simple mind... since the other side dared to send this dog over, how could it be mere fluke?

Go out there to die?

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Huo Feifan is strong, but Fang Yushan isn't weak.

The two exchanged deadly blows, back and forth, battling furiously.

This duel held everyone's hearts.

...

Jiangwu City.

Rent was cheap in the old city area; on Warehouse Street by the Jiangwu City wall, there was a forging studio.

The owner of the studio was an Old Black, who loved drinking.

Ten years ago, when Old Black rented the warehouse, he boasted that he was the royal blacksmith for Jiangyuan Country, with seven or eight rules for those seeking him to forge weapons.

For example, no guests in the morning, afternoon, or evening, only two hours of business at noon daily.

To forge a weapon, first bring a fine bottle of wine, then discuss character, and lastly talk money.

Additionally, no service for ranks below the second.

However.

After three months, Old Black changed his rules.

Because he didn't have a single customer.

Two years later, Old Black had a loudspeaker at his door, playing daily: sharpening knives and scissors, recycling old phones, collecting long hair, trade old phones for basins, small loans, vehicle inspection, and transfer...

Xue Pinghai had been in Old Black's studio these few days.

Old Black was Xue Pinghai's nemesis, but also considered a friend. By chance, Xue Pinghai found this place and never returned to Jiangwu Research Institute.

Actually, Old Black's background was deep.

Ten years ago, he was a top talent at Jiangyuan Country's forging institute.

Back then, Xue Pinghai and Old Black were rivals in love.

In the end, Old Black took away the goddess, but she sadly perished in Wetland.

Thus, Xue Pinghai hated Old Black.

But now, after ten years.

Old Black became a scrap collector.

Xue Pinghai was even expelled from the research institute, both were living in misery, and past grievances were wiped away.

At the moment, in the warehouse Old Black rented, the two old men watched the TV, cursing continuously.

"Xue Pinghai, is this Su Yue, the one you consider very promising as a noble? Get him to come out quickly, it's driving me mad." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Old Black held a wine bottle, wishing he could rush onto the battlefield for a satisfying kill.

"Su Yue is only third rank, what kind of joke are you making."

Xue Pinghai also nervously watched the screen.

Damn aliens, why would they bully Su Yue, even mentioning him by name.

"Even third rank has to go out, haven't you seen they're about to pee on his face?

"Damn it, it's driving me mad."

Old Black was burly, his whole body quivering with anger.

"Why are you angry at a fart, the aliens are taunting Divine Land, not Jiangyuan Country."

Xue Pinghai glared at Old Black.

"But this is Jiangyuan Country's territory, and they're taunting Divine Land martial artists, completely ignoring us, tell me if that doesn't make me angry."

Bang!