Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 426: Get Ready

What kind of person are you?

Ren Zheng, from a hundred years ago, stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the Great Emperor as the Arbitration Director!

And now, every move he makes is decisive.

Logically speaking, even if Shy Shy washes away all the troubles, he should be able to manage.

But what did Ray witness? It was merely a single strike!

Moreover, everyone encountered attacks invisible to the naked eye. The impatient ones perished amidst the deadly Yang Tian!

Yang Chuan showcased his power. Such strength was beyond description, beyond expression; even his voice betrayed him.

Inside the car, he could only think of one possibility—it was time to stake his life.

Only by escaping to the Vatican could everyone be safe.

Yet, despair quickly engulfed him!

Thus, seated in the airplane, he noticed the pilot Han Mi confirming the flying object behind!

"No matter what, I will force Yang Chuan to come here."

But just as he thought of giving up, resilience surged; at the position of the unidentified flying object, the pursuit commenced fully from behind the airplane.

Was it even possible for the heavens to catch up with the speed of flight?

Absolutely not.

Yang Tian had once crashed an F35 fighter jet over the East Sea, yet he could not catch up with the plane he was now aboard.

Could it be Bai Yang Ri?

Thinking about it amounted to no significance.

But no matter what, clinging to his mortal life, today he had to pick up his pace.

He had lost track of time.

Finally, the plane landed at the Vatican airport.

In contrast, as he got off the plane, not a single incident arose. The implication was evident—it gave courage to overturn the past. He returned through the fastest path to the inn’s grand hall.

Reportedly, within the Holy Hall, Narva and Scos St Darwin conveyed this news through text.

Thus, upon seeing those two face-to-face, their expressions filled with sunscreen-like vigor, their faces alight with excitement, they jubilantly exclaimed, "The eminent Arbitration Director of Great Honor has improved, my lord!"

"We resolve to mobilize the Armored Knights at once. They will not retreat—not until the enemy is annihilated!" The wind howled heavily.

"Shall the enemy arrive?"

Upon hearing Stokid’s words, a fierce competition ensued. "What infatuation, Archbishop? What nonsense are you spouting?" Indeed... heavens! "Does the Arbitration Director lack a lord? Did he return with you?"

’What kind of person is the Arbitration Director of Great Honor anyway!’ Truly one of the three supreme figures of the New Borders! Even Alist’s laughter could not contain himself.

Encountering the two on Gret’s side, one hurriedly leapt like before, shouting loudly, "The Judge Dog, spewing nonsense again!" "He’s Holy Mother Nick... but he will perish!"

"Perish? Truly? Such audacity before a lord! Your jest dare go too far!"

"I understand. I understand, Bal is still insufficient," the Arbitration Director now resides in this realm. "You are the successor chosen by the Great Emperor, awaiting you." "Yet you dare curse?" "The Arbitration Director of Great Honor has died—is that your lamentation? You are treading the grave sins!"

"Am I guilty of grave sins?"

Inside the vehicle, nearly everything was stained with red porridge hastily prepared—it worked remarkably well. Because every connection seemed to lead somewhere!

"Are you dead yet?"

Upon hearing about that bloom of red, understanding finally dawned, realizing it seemed unrelated to Stoscos Kexcos’ years—it was taken as a jest.

As they stood dazed, three figures suddenly emerged before them, kneeling beneath the armor-clad gates of the knights of Lin.

Three hues of invaders, skilled warriors groomed within the Vatican! "Now, the matter concerns the confrontation between the Vatican and Beizi Town, represented by the opposing forces of the Push-pull Knight’s cadre," how do we approach this matter..."

Without waiting, the statement abruptly shifted: redness swept across a face, trembling from head to toe, shouting, "He’s here! He has arrived! Only two days have passed."

"Dry the skies!" The proclamation rang out.

Indeed, Stokieba and Scos Skos, whenever their ages combined into mature contemplation, doubted: "Ray, do you still bear your shield? The truth is unfathomable—but did Rett truly..." Could this even be reality? The Arbitration Director was genuine. "When our superior crossed the New Borders into Tian’an Square, he conveyed great courage for the experience. Surely everyone’s spirits lifted!"

You inquire of me, ask who I truly am.

Even amidst Gret’s machinery, the impulse to tear up lingered!

The words spoken at the scene confounded many. The element of surprise struck an unyielding selfhood!

Finally, he rose as the Vatican’s Grand Custodian. Throughout all such moments of distress, panic ruled supreme, compelling him to retreat deeply, yet grudgingly despising his predicament. "The Iron Horse Group fully enters the Northern Borders! What sum indeed marks entry to this battleground?"

"Who—everything? The counter-opponent is but one man!" Naturally, the armored knights doubted.

"One man?"

"Who even is your mother? That two-day prophecy! Knowledge of the heavens dictates—failures mean total annihilation. Cast forth your youth amidst the three-year Push-pull Force?"

"Yang Ri—is it him? Yes!" "That is my command."

When the news broke, promptly his reaction seemed uncontrollable, collections accumulating deliberately in visible recognition, nodding affirmatively.

Yet even then, Gret voiced out during another session, "Maintain that stalemate of memory—offer constrained comfort! Touch not the adversary—your echoes narrate the saga uniquely. Will you act first?"

"Indeed!"

On issues of superiority, even Gret’s orders introduced some measure of doubt.

Upon facing each other, Stovalba, Scos Skos united: "Both Archbishops hold unanimous consensus, nodding affirmation."

From Bokebas...

In hearing of events spanning mere days and ongoing histories within the New Borders-Saint Minic sequences—each interval brought pause!

But simultaneously, Gret felt GDP surge of surfacing emotions, uttering deeply, "Forgive! Forgive!"

Is it not pure? Did sin arise?

Stovalba, Scos Skos, expansively they demanded: Echo loud expressions bound by spirit!

"Nature falls astray!"

And should, while awaiting the deliberation lasting mere days, somehow vengeance clings faint-eyed to rebut the High Command of the Great Emperor Hall and betrayal. Somehow "Star" grapples together as fragmented fighting...

Could merely one shuttle restore us intact? Who surfaces by this unforeseen North Border dilemma unsettled anyway?

Indisputably though...

During concerns of interrogating legitimacy, why hasn’t Yang Chuan directly breached central Basilica realms?

The instant barrels onward towards Vatican plateauing integrations North wilderness suggestions challenged rival dreaming...

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