The God of War of Kisia!
With the utterance of this title, the entire battlefield of South Land soldiers quaked. They collectively stepped back, a glint of fear in their eyes.
This was a demon, an unbeatable demon.
In their two prior invasions of Kisia, they were defeated by this God of War of Kisia. They were already shadowed by fear.
“What, the God of War of Kisia? Watch me hammer him to death.”
Rawdan Jefferson was a rough man, but not a fool. He realized that with the arrival of this figure, the morale of the entire South Land battlefield dropped instantly.
They couldn’t continue like this. They would be scared away.
If just one person could scare away their million-strong army, then their South Land would truly be a laughingstock.
So, Rawdan Jefferson stepped forward. As the highest-ranking practitioner in the army, if he could withstand this figure, even if he couldn’t defeat him, it would prove that this figure wasn’t as terrifying as the legends suggested.
The morale of their soldiers could then be restored.
“Take my hammer!”
Rawdan Jefferson raised his double hammers and swung with all his might, hoping to use this force to send the God of War flying. At the very least, he hoped to force a stalemate.
However, Robin extended a hand. With a clang, he caught Rawdan’s attack single-handedly. The collision could be heard by all, and it was clear that Rawdan Jefferson had used all his strength.
Everyone was dumbstruck, including Rawdan Jefferson.
“What!”
Rawdan Jefferson gaped, frozen in shock. His full-strength attack had been caught by a single hand. Impossible, impossible, Rawdan Jefferson couldn’t comprehend.
Yet, the next second, he launched another attack, swinging his large hammer.
But Robin uttered a few words: “Eighth-order Inch Punch.”
Boom!
With a loud bang, Rawdan Jefferson was sent flying, hardly standing firm. He fell to the ground, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and looked incredulous: “It was an Eighth-order Inch Punch, eighth-order! You actually broke my protective aura.”
He was shocked. But no matter how shocked he was, he couldn’t change the fact that he had been defeated.
He was the highest-ranking practitioner in South Land, and he had lost, utterly defeated.
“Haha, you always say that I, Jeff Reczek, am the highest-ranking practitioner in Kisia, but I’ve never admitted it. Do you know why? Because I’ve never been able to withstand a single move from my master. I’m not worthy of that title.”
Surrounded, Jeff Reczek burst into laughter.
Whiz.
Suddenly, a cold light flashed through the air. A silver arrow, different from the previous ones, tore through the sky, heading straight for him.
Caleb Laydon yelled, pulling his bow to its limit.
This was his ultimate technique.
The silver arrow was made from meteoric iron, terrifyingly powerful. He had used this arrow to kill countless enemies, earning him the position of the top archer in South Land.
This time, he used this technique, along with a surprise attack.
He aimed to kill the great enemy in front of him. If he died, they could break through South Province and annihilate Kisia.
But the next second, he realized he had underestimated this God of War of Kisia.
With a wave of Robin’s hand, a three-foot-long sword swept the silver arrow back in a spin. The arrow flew straight back towards Caleb Laydon. Seeing this, his face changed drastically and he quickly dodged.
He thought he could dodge it. After all, he was an archer.
But, whoosh!
The arrow grazed his forehead, leaving a trace of blood.
Caleb Laydon’s pupils contracted, his body stiffened, and he said fearfully, “You could have killed me just now, why didn’t you?”
He had felt the threat to his life from that strike.
Robin could have killed him, but he didn’t.
“You’re not worthy of me killing you.”
Robin said indifferently, glancing once more at Rawdan Jefferson, then turning to Harry Smith. “I leave these two to you today. I won’t kill them, but they are yours now. The strong are honed amidst life and death.”
These two weren’t worthy of being killed by Robin. But they were worth being killed by Harry Smith. If he couldn’t kill them now, he would use them as his targets. Ryan Willow was merely on par with Harry Smith, but such a person wasn’t suitable as a target. The real target should be an opponent one couldn’t overcome.
“Yes!” Harry Smith shouted loudly.
Robin then walked towards the encirclement, holding a three-foot long sword. There was only one of him, but no one dared to approach him. Even as he walked, the soldiers in his path took a step back. They all had a look of deep fear in their eyes. This was the God of War of Kisia, an invincible being.
“Retreat!” The ten generals were somewhat shaken. This God of War of Kisia was terrifying. Even Rawdan Jefferson was no match for him, let alone them. Even if there were ten of them, they dared not approach. They could only retreat.
Robin didn’t chase them. He stood in the middle of the battlefield, his eyes showing a hint of dominance. He then ordered, “Red Flames, listen to my command. Go out of the city and kill every last one of them.”
He stood amidst his enemies, surrounded, yet fearlessly holding his three-foot long sword, issuing his order. The entire battlefield was shocked. How could they dare?
But, the soldiers on the city walls all had a fervor in their eyes. “Kill! Red Flames, burn everything to ashes!”
“Unbeatable!”
“Burn everything to ashes!”
Cries of fervor erupted, all the soldiers went mad.
Faith.
In the eyes of the soldiers, the God of War of Kisia was their faith.
They fought for their faith.
Kill!
Suddenly, the soldiers of Kisia charged out of the city, their eyes wild, their long spears waving crazily: “God of War, invincible, Kisia, victory is certain!”
“Kisia, victory is certain.”
“They’ve gone mad.”
On one part of the battlefield, three South Land soldiers were being suppressed by a soldier from Kisia. Fear filled their eyes, “These Kisia people have gone mad, they’re not afraid to die.”
They were fighting suicidally, unconcerned about their injuries, only focused on killing their enemies.
Suddenly, all the soldiers of South Land on the battlefield began to fear. Then, one soldier started to feel hopeless, unable to win, and started to retreat, followed by one, two, three…
In an instant, more and more soldiers retreated, even their own officers couldn’t kill them fast enough.
“Damn it, retreat, everyone retreat.” The face of the South Land officer changed drastically, killing those who were retreating.
But there were too many of them, even the officers were overwhelmed. In the end, it turned into a complete rout, all the South Land soldiers were fleeing, like madmen, desperately trying to escape.
The soldiers of Kisia pursued them.
All because, among them, there was one man, holding a three-foot long sword.
With him there, they could drive people mad.