"Except for Lei Qian, all of you leave." Close to noon, Lin Qian suddenly turned around and addressed the crowd before him.
Lin Qian's words left everyone stunned, especially Lei Qian next to him.
"Boss, if they all leave, what will happen in the match later?" Lei Qian looked at Lin Qian and quickly said.
"It's alright, everyone leave," Lin Qian gestured to Lei Qian that it was fine, with a strange smile, "To be honest, when it comes to group battles, having more people? I'm really not afraid."
As Lin Qian's words fell, Bai Ren, Ye Lin, Ye Long, and Ye Feng all suddenly looked upwards.
However, when they looked at the sky, they still found nothing but clear skies, nothing had happened.
But Bai Ren and the others clearly remembered that in Bashan City, the Great Spear Sect, relying on their numbers, thought they held certain victory.
In a moment of despair, a group of heavily armored soldiers descended from the sky, overwhelmingly wiping out the Great Spear Sect's men.
Today's situation was strikingly similar to that time in Bashan City.
Thinking of this, Bai Ren and the others silently retreated, leaving the arena stage.
Seeing Bai Ren and the others leave, Lin Qian nodded slightly, then looked at the dozens from the Thunderbolt Department: "You should leave the stage too, staying here is pointless."
"No, we can't leave," a female disciple in the Thunderbolt Department frowned and said, "They have over six hundred people, how can just Brother Lei and you handle it?"
At that instant, a cold gleam flashed, and a long spear suddenly shot forward, its tip directed at the throat of the female disciple.
A black dragon silver-armored general appeared out of thin air, glaring at the female disciple of the Thunderbolt Department: "His Majesty's order, how dare you defy it, what audacity!"
The sudden appearance of Zhao Long roared furiously, his voice echoing in all directions, and his imposing power completely intimidated the dozens from the Thunderbolt Department.
"Zhao Long, stand down, don't frighten others," Lin Qian's voice suddenly sounded, Zhao Long gave the female disciple a harsh look, thrust his snow-white spear into the ground, turned, kneeled on one knee, and pounded his left chest with his fist.
"Your Majesty, Zhao Long receives the order to come to your aid!"
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Suddenly, a rhythmic sound of footsteps faintly emanated from the entrance of the Trial Land, growing louder and gradually approaching.
The massive commotion drew the attention of every disciple around the contest area to the source of the sound.
From the direction of the Trial Land's entrance, a group of heavily armored soldiers appeared suddenly, forming three columns as they ran towards this side with uniform steps.
The soldiers in the middle carried deep black spears on their backs and gazed forward.
The soldiers on the left had swords at their waists.
The soldiers on the right had sabers at their waists.
The three columns of soldiers had different weapons, but their heavy armor was identical, gleaming with a cold luster under the light.
Lin Qian turned around, facing the three columns of soldiers running toward him.
Thump, thump!
These three columns of soldiers halted beneath the thirty-sixth contest platform, kneeling on one knee before Lin Qian, their expressions icy and devoid of emotion, yet shouting in unison.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
"Rise!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Stunned, everyone in the Trial Land was shocked by the scene before them.
Lei Qian stiffly turned his head, looking at Lin Qian beside him and swallowed hard.
"What's going on?" Lei Qian was a bit confused, seeing this group of soldiers, numbering no fewer than three thousand, each exuding an aura of the Ninth Level of the Nirvana Realm.
A powerful, well-equipped, and numerous army suddenly appeared in the heart of the Wanxiang Sect, calling Lin Qian "Your Majesty"?
Lei Qian was bewildered, and so were the dozens of disciples from the Thunderbolt Department, the watching disciples were baffled.
Liu Ming and Lei Kuo, and the others, were scared!
Were they fools? One ranked seventh, the other ninth in the internal power standings. Could they be idiots?
Based on the reports from the Inner Sect disciples sent that day, how strong Lin Qian was, could it be unclear to them?
Although he was confident, Liu Ming, who looked large and burly, was actually meticulous.
To ensure an absolute victory over Lin Qian and secure the Middle Ages relic quota, he deliberately used the challenger's advantage to temporarily change it to a group battle.
Because Liu Ming knew that Lin Qian's foundation within the Wanxiang Sect was unstable; he hadn't even entered the Inner Sect.
After changing to a group battle, Lin Qian could only rely on Lei Qian and the remaining few dozen from the Thunderbolt Department.
While Liu Ming's side, along with Lei Kuo, totaled over six hundred in number.
No matter how extraordinary Lin Qian was, he surely couldn't withstand so many people, right?
However, reality played a joke on him. The sudden appearance of three thousand heavily armored soldiers, with their chilling gleam, shattered his plan.
"Zhao Long, lead the medium gunmen to surround this platform, anyone who dares to leave without permission before noon, cripple their Dantian!" Immediately after, Lin Qian loudly ordered Zhao Long, making sure Liu Ming and Lei Kuo could hear it clearly.
"Zhao Long takes the order!" Zhao Long stood up from his kneeling position, turned, and began running around the thirty-sixth contest platform.
As Zhao Long ran, the gunmen in the middle followed closely, and at intervals, one would stop, standing straight at the edge of the platform.
Their eyes remained cold, staring unmoving at Liu Ming and Lei Kuo and the others.
"You all should leave," at this moment, Lin Qian spoke again, looking at the dozens of disciples from the Thunderbolt Department.
At this moment, no one said anything, they just nodded blankly and left the thirty-sixth contest platform one by one.
Lin Qian turned around and walked towards Liu Ming and Lei Kuo, Lei Qian at first didn't react, but then quickly followed.
As Lin Qian moved, the remaining two squads of soldiers at the bottom of the platform closed ranks, filling the gaps left by the departing gunmen, and marched toward the contest platform.
When they were still several feet away from Liu Ming and Lei Kuo, Lin Qian stopped, and behind him, the sword-wielding soldiers and saber-wielding soldiers also halted, forming ranks in place.
Lei Qian exhaled a turbid breath, slowly turning, and carefully examining those two thousand soldiers before suddenly laughing.
"Hahaha, Liu Ming, Lei Kuo, why aren't you speaking now? Weren't you quite enthusiastic just now?" At this moment, Lei Qian laughed arrogantly and unrestrained.
"Smack!"
Lin Qian instantly slapped Lei Qian's forehead, displeased, "What are you doing, looking like a petty villain rejoicing?"
Lei Qian restrained his smile, aware that he had just lost his composure.
The sudden appearance of this army gave him tremendous confidence, making him fully comprehend what it means to have strength in numbers.
"Hahahaha!" While Lei Qian was silently pondering, Lin Qian beside him suddenly burst into wild laughter, shouting at Liu Ming and Lei Kuo on the opposite side, "You fools, weren't you quite cocky just now, barking loudly? Why not bark now, keep barking, have you gone mute?"
"Well said, Your Majesty!" As Lin Qian's words echoed, Zhao Long pounded his left chest with a fist and shouted aloud.
At the same time, the total of three thousand soldiers of the Huaxia Empire present joined in shouting.
"Good!"
"The majesty's scolding was brilliant!"
"Brilliant!"
"Applaud!"
"Clap clap clap clap!"