The battle on the coast was earth-shattering. The towering golems, the golden swords flying in the sky, and the silver-haired girl dancing wildly under the moon were as shocking as the heroic deeds in the legend.

In comparison, although there were many people fighting in the city, the momentum was far inferior to the confrontation on the shore.

"No way, no way, Lingxin, please tell me this isn't true." Lan Li frantically shook her companion's arm.

The two girls stood on a clock tower, looking at the earth-shaking battle in the distance. Lan Lier's jaw dropped in surprise. Why was the usually shy little Lacey so good at fighting? She was even better than many of the graduated seniors.

Emenas has a five-year system and there are assessments every year. Students who fail the assessment will be held back. If they are held back more than three times, they will be automatically expelled. Except for a very small number of geniuses among geniuses, the senior grades are definitely better than the junior grades.

Most graduates are around Sequence 6, with a very small number reaching Sequence 5 or 7. Sequence 7 is generally the highest level for a small country or province. Generally speaking, only large nations, such as the Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua, have Sequence 8s. Superpowers only have a few Sequence 9s, but they are extremely rare and few people have ever seen them.

"That's why I say, you can't beat her." Ling Xin reluctantly retracted her arm that was constantly being shaken and said to her friend next to her.

"How did you find out, Lingxin?" Lanlier looked curious.

"Well, it's just my intuition. I feel like she's very coordinated. I love dancing, so I understand that kind of state."

"It felt like everything around her was under her control, not too much effort, not too little effort, just the right balance. She did it almost naturally, which is why I was surprised."

"Is this the reason why you are so flexible and fast, and why you can make those boys run around in circles?" Lan Lier said, and then was hit on the head by her friend.

"What are you talking about? I'm serious."

"I'm asking seriously, Lingxin~"

As the giant golem on the seashore collapsed and was cut into pieces by seven or eight crescent-shaped arcs of light, the battle in the city also changed.

When the allied forces of Tisiphone, Nissus and Anemae saw the defeat of the golem, their morale changed drastically and began to waver violently. Some of them began to retreat and flee.

Such a tall and hard golem was cut and destroyed. This group of weak people could not see any hope of winning. Instead of waiting here for the eldest daughter of the Carites family to come back and kill them, it would be better for them to escape quickly.

Some of the guard captains in the teams watched this scene and tried to stop it, but they were powerless. As transcendents, they knew all too well how terrifying that young lady was. If that heaven-shattering red thunderbolt had struck the city, it could have pulverized the Chamber of Commerce headquarters.

If there was any hope of winning, they would never give up so easily, but the gap was too big, and it was no longer possible to win by simply piling up numbers.

Several red tracks streaked across the night sky, and several blue golems originally in the city were also destroyed by Loran Hill and exploded and shattered. This made the enemy even more frightened, and they no longer had the will to fight. There was a sound of fleeing in disorder, fearing that they would be left behind.

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On the west side of Hopeland City, Fenton was protected by a group of guards and was about to leave the city. He was riding a horse and was surrounded by many personal guards.

Suddenly, the road ahead was blocked by a pile of debris. Twenty or so large wooden boxes were randomly stacked together and scattered in the middle of the road. The one in the middle was five or six meters high.

"What's going on? Why is there so much debris on this road?"

The captain of the guard frowned, looking a little worried, and then ordered several riders beside him to rush over and prepare to push aside and make a small path.

But at this moment, a wooden box was thrown down from the sky, and with a loud noise, it knocked down the two riders and raised a cloud of dust.

At night, the people holding torches could see clearly that there was a "young man" sitting on top of these wooden boxes.

He was wearing a pair of coarse cloth shorts and carrying a thick mace on his shoulder. He jumped from a high altitude and landed on the open space in front of him. Dust flew up and some sand splashed out, hitting his body and causing some pain.

"Who are you?"

The leading guard shouted angrily.

"My name is Bud, and I'm from Greythorn County."

Facing nearly a hundred elite guards, the young man was not panicked at all. The power surging in his blood gave him strong confidence.

"Kill him!"

There was no time to pay attention to the young man, and the captain of the guards gave the order directly.

Dense crossbow arrows shot out, and the young man swung the thick mace like a heavy hammer, creating a huge air wave in the air, directly sweeping away the crossbow arrows.

The fragile scrap iron mace is naturally not that strong, but when the special magic power is gathered, it can form a heavy stance. This is the special ability of the Boiling Blood Beast class.

After knocking away these mosquito-like crossbow arrows, Bard strode forward. His heavy steps were like a marching beast, and also like a drum beating in everyone's hearts, making a thumping sound.

Sizzle——

With the sound of swords being drawn, the personal guards of the Nissos family, holding cold sharp blades, turned their backs to the firelight and rushed forward to the young man in the darkness.

These personal guards were all Sequence 2 and above, fully armored. The warhorses picked up speed slightly, and the gleaming blades refracted light through the air, slicing through the atmosphere, leaving a trail of cold light. It then slashed through the young man, leaving a trail of blood everywhere.

Severe pain came from all over his body. Bud grimaced, resisted the urge to retreat and escape, and continued to swing the thick mace.

The silver-haired girl once warned him that her extraordinary job was not good at speed, so he should not try to dodge those nimble enemies, but focus on attacking. As long as he could hit them once, the pulsating muscles and heavy power were enough to be trusted.

The thick mace hit the warhorse in front of him directly. The flesh and blood on the horse's body rose and fell like waves. It flew backwards, its neck broken, and the thrown horse's head spilled a large amount of blood in the air, some of which wet Fenton's cheek in the back.

On a cold night, warm horse blood flowed from his face into his neck, and Felton screamed in horror.

The broken horse's body directly blocked the charging rider from behind. Bud took the opportunity to stride forward, kicked off with both feet, and flew into the air.

[Don't be afraid of scars, concentrate all your energy on one strike, and advance with it, invincible!]

This is his way of fighting.

Above the street, Fenton looked at the young man standing so close to him. His blood was surging, his face was hideous, his veins were exposed, and he looked like a roaring beast. He was completely shocked and stood still.

A deafening sound wave rang out in Hopeland, and a large pit with collapsed and cracked stone slabs appeared in the middle of the street, with a bloody corpse lying in it.

Next to the big pit, a young man roared to the sky, his voice like thunder, and like a lonely giant beast in the wilderness.