"China will hold a state funeral for Ning Yifan."
Li Tianxia, the chief instructor of the Dragon Organization, sighed softly and said in a deep voice with an icy tone, "He died for humanity and for China. He died a glorious death, and we should remember his name!"
An old general gritted his teeth: "But these Western powers, for their own selfish desires, disregard the safety of the world. These damned heretics!"
Ning Yifan's heroic sacrifice deeply shocked the Eastern powerhouses, who were filled with resentment towards the Western powerhouses.
"I'll take on the fourth match."
A one-armed man emerged from the crowd. He was burly, carrying a battle sword on his back, and his armor was stained with the blood of countless powerful monsters, making him look like a demon god.
"hiss....."
Upon seeing this man, countless people present gasped in shock!
"Isn't that General Qingfeng? He actually came too?"
"He is a sixth-level Saint Realm expert, and has fought countless battles. If he were to make a move, who in the West, apart from the Speakers, could be his match?"
"But he was seriously wounded on the front lines. I heard it wasn't just a matter of him cutting off his own arm; he's probably all bark and no bite right now..."
"Hmph, these Westerners really don't take us seriously. General Qingfeng, teach them a lesson!"
Qingfeng is a top expert in the Chinese army. Once he takes action, he will surely be able to defeat the Western opponents!
"Qingfeng, your injury..."
Looking at General Qingfeng's unsteady steps, Li Tianxia frowned and asked, his eyes revealing concern.
General Qingfeng shook his head and said, "It's nothing, one arm is nothing. Protecting China and guarding the borders is the responsibility of every soldier!"
"You... sigh!"
Li Tianxia sighed deeply, his eyes reddening.
"Don't worry, Instructor Li."
General Qingfeng remained expressionless, his tone chilling: "These Westerners are far too arrogant. If we don't teach them a lesson, they won't understand how to respect the East!"
Despite losing an arm, he remained arrogant and showed no signs of letting his injury affect his fighting ability!
"Who dares to fight me?"
General Qingfeng's body slowly rose up and hovered in mid-air, like a rising sun illuminating the darkness and driving away evil spirits.
This is a true powerhouse, possessing terrifying strength that absolutely crushes other martial artists of the same level.
The Pope and the paladins exchanged bewildered glances. Although Qingfeng was not one of the five councilors, his strength was at the sixth level of the Saint Realm!
Moreover, Qingfeng has been through countless battles, and his true combat strength far exceeds his current level. Even though it is an open secret that Qingfeng was seriously injured, it would still be difficult to find a strong person who can match him.
Perhaps the West has such old monsters, but whether they dare to step onto the stage and risk their lives is another matter entirely.
"Ha, you Chinese are really foolish! You're willing to lose your lives just to play the hero!"
The paladin scoffed.
"Do any of the strong in the West dare to fight him?"
The Pope stood up and shouted.
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent. No one dared to take the risk, after all, Qingfeng was an unparalleled expert at the sixth level of the Saint Realm. Once they engaged in battle, they would inevitably be injured, and no one would gain any advantage.
Seeing that everyone remained silent, the Pope grew anxious.
The current record is one win, one loss, and one draw.
If no one dares to play in the fourth game, the game will be automatically declared a loss.
If the East wins, the price they will have to pay will be enormous. You should know that in order to win this match, their Holy See's strongest genius was sacrificed!
"This Qingfeng is merely at the end of its strength, so there's no need for you to worry."
"If anyone can defeat Qingfeng, our Holy Knights are willing to provide a set of top-quality defensive equipment!"
"Our Holy See is willing to offer a top-grade holy artifact as a reward!"
Seeing that no one dared to accept the challenge, the Pope and the Paladin gritted their teeth and continued to raise the stakes, trying to sway the powerful figures present.
A top-grade sacred artifact! That's priceless, a rare treasure even in the West!
Which of these powerful individuals wouldn't yearn to possess it?
Sure enough, as soon as the Pope said this, many people's eyes immediately turned fervent, their breathing became rapid, and they were eager to make a move.
But seeing Aofeng's imposing presence, no one wanted to gamble with their lives.
"I'll do it!"
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