On this day, a staff member walked into the chief's office.
"Commander-in-Chief, the Minister requests your presence in Conference Room 3. The West has sent a call request."
Fang Xiu slowly raised his head, put down the black fountain pen he was signing, and said calmly, "Finally couldn't hold back anymore?"
After saying that, he immediately got up and went to conference room number 3.
He wanted to see what tricks the West was up to.
When he arrived at the conference room, it was already full of people, including ministers, captains, and leaders of Taoism and Buddhism.
As Fang Xiu entered, everyone in the conference room stood up and nodded in greeting: "Captain!"
Fang Xiu nodded and then sat in the main seat, after which the others took their seats.
Since he subdued two powerful sixth-level Daoist and Buddhist figures, his power has been at its zenith. Some people have even deified him, and others have set up his memorial tablet in their homes, worshipping him daily to protect their families from strange attacks.
At this moment, the minister said, "Fang Xiu, the Western God has sent a communication request, asking to speak with you. What do you think?"
"Connect," Fang Xiu said calmly.
The minister turned to the staff and gestured, and the staff immediately went to adjust the signal.
While waiting, Li Xiaoru, who was always short-tempered, cursed, "Those foreign devils are definitely not going to say anything good. We gave them a month and they still haven't returned the antiques. They deserve to be taught a lesson!"
"No, no." The old Taoist stroked his beard and said, "In my opinion, the Western God may have come to seek peace and try to bargain. After all, with Captain Fang's prestige, who in the world would dare to act recklessly?"
Seeing Wuwei flattering him, Kongjian was not to be outdone and immediately declared, "Commander Fang, I am willing to go to the West to spread the prestige of headquarters!"
At that moment, a staff member jogged in.
"Commander, the signal is working properly. Can we connect?"
"Um."
"Yes, Captain."
The staff immediately opened a video call, and a man with dark skin, a square nose, and wide eyes, wearing a white suit, appeared on the screen in the conference room.
"God is a black man?" Yang Ming asked in surprise. For someone who never watched the news, this was the first time he had ever seen God.
When the Black God in the picture saw Fang Xiu, who was in charge, a cold smile appeared on his lips. His white teeth stood out starkly against his dark skin.
"Nice to meet you, prophet Fang Xiu." The voice was translated in unison.
“I don’t like nonsense,” Fang Xiu said calmly, staring at the black man in the picture.
God smiled coldly: "Since that's the case, then I'll be frank. You can have the antiques back from Xia Kingdom, but you're not qualified just by saying a few words. There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world."
"Oh? It seems you want to start a war."
"Fang Xiu, you need to understand that battles between sixth-tier experts are not as simple as you think. Although I don't know how you subdued two sixth-tier experts, it probably won't be easy for them to kill me. Moreover, if I were to run away and hide to seek revenge against the Xia Kingdom, the price would be too high for you to bear!"
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions immediately turned serious.
Wuwei then transmitted his voice to everyone, saying, "Captain, what he said is true. A sixth-level expert is very difficult to kill and has extremely strong vitality. If he is determined to escape, neither Kongjian nor I are 100% sure that we can stop him. If he causes chaos everywhere in Xia Kingdom and moves from place to place after each shot, the consequences will be unimaginable."
Moreover, I watched a video on my phone of him withstanding a nuclear bomb. Although a sixth-level spirit body is strong, it is not enough to withstand a nuclear bomb without being hurt. Although Kongjian and I can also withstand a nuclear explosion without dying, we will eventually suffer some injuries.
This also indirectly proves that this person's physical strength or recovery ability surpasses ours, suggesting they are a spirit master who focuses on physical abilities. Such a spirit master's survival ability should not be underestimated.
As Master Wuwei explained, everyone's expressions grew increasingly grim.
Seeing the solemn expressions on everyone's faces, the Black God couldn't help but reveal a smug look on his lips: "Of course, I won't give up my territory and go to your Xia Kingdom to cause trouble until the very last moment, so I've come up with a compromise."
In the world of spirit masters, strength is ultimately the deciding factor. However, the aftershocks of a fight between sixth-tier experts are too great, and it is difficult to determine a winner unless it is a matter of life and death. I propose to hold a duel competition. Your Xia Kingdom and my Western Kingdom will each send three people. Sixth-tier experts are not allowed to participate. Let the lower-tier spirit masters fight to determine the final ownership of the antique.
This would both prevent a world war and make the outcome of the duel more convincing.
At this point, the Black God glanced at Fang Xiu with interest: "Of course, Captain Fang can also personally go down to fight the juniors, but the premise is that he cannot use any strange methods. If your Xia Kingdom wins, I will return the antiques with both hands. But if you lose, then these antiques will belong to the West!"
"Damn it, this black guy is going too far! Hugh, let me duel him! I'll crush all three of them with one hand!" Yang Ming roared.
The minister seemed to be deep in thought, and temporarily turned off the call. He said to Fang Xiu, "Fang Xiu, this method is a compromise. If we choose three people to duel, our chances of winning are still very high. Putting aside everything else, Fang Moli, who is wielding the Xuanyuan Sword, has no chance of losing to anyone below the sixth rank."
Fang Moli, who was tagged, looked aloof, as if he hadn't heard, and silently took out the Xuanyuan Sword and gently wiped it.
But deep down he was thinking that representing the Xia Kingdom in battle and defeating a powerful Western enemy in the eyes of the world would be a pretty good stage.
Kongjian and Wuwei also expressed their opinions from the side.
"Captain, a duel between the two sides is not a bad idea. Our Daoist disciples are invincible among their peers."
"Captain, I am the number one fifth-level Buddhist disciple of our sect!"
In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu calmly replied, "Turn on the sound."
The staff immediately complied.
A black man's light laughter came from the video: "How about it, Prophet Fang Xiu? How did you discuss my proposal? Letting the younger generation fight can avoid a lose-lose situation and determine a winner. Is there any need to discuss it? Could it be that your Xia Kingdom thinks it can't compare to the West and can't find three people who can fight?"
Fang Xiu ignored the mockery of the Black God, his deep, dark eyes gazing at him indifferently as he calmly said, "You seem to have misunderstood something."
"Oh?" The Black God frowned slightly.
Fang Xiu continued, "The method you mentioned is a compromise devised based on the premise that both parties are on equal footing, but... there has never been an unequal relationship between you and me."
In other words, who do you think you are to challenge my Xia Kingdom? When did it become your place to make demands of me?
They're nothing but an existence that can be crushed with a flick of the wrist. Remember, not just anyone can make a suggestion; you're not qualified.
"As for me, you only have two choices: obey or die. There is no third option."
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