The death of their two comrades jolted the remaining team members from their psychological oppression, and they frantically moved their stiff bodies, shooting at Zhu Haomiao like madmen to vent their inner fear and anger.

    "Ahhhhh! Fxxx you!!"

    "Son of a bitch!"

    "Come on! Bastard!"

    Dadadadada~~

    A dense metallic storm covered an area of dozens of meters. However, before they could pull the trigger, Zhu Haomiao had already shot forward like a black flash, foresightly catapulting into their midst.

    Dadada~

    Bullets chasing his silhouette hit their own men along the way. Even with armor protection, a few unlucky ones trembled violently on the spot.

    "Precise shooting! Melee combat! Stop firing blindly!!"

    Mid-air, Muriel Frankel issued a stern reprimand on the internal channel, stopping her team members from their foolish actions.

    But she also knew that the team members had to express and suppress their inner fear, or they''d collapse from within without the enemy''s help!

    In her anxiety, she could only silently pray for reinforcements from the surrounding strategic points to arrive soon!

    Otherwise, relying solely on her constellation tactical team, they couldn''t hold out for long!

    Damn it!

    Why did such an oversized monster appear in the First Layer Heaven?!!

    Clenching her silver teeth, Muriel Frankel cleared her mind, locking onto the erratically moving dark silhouette on the ground with her spiritual power.

    Bang!

    An inch-long armor-piercing bullet descended from the sky, causing Zhu Haomiao, who was about to slay an enemy, to sidestep, the arc of his sword light noticeably skewed and paused.

    It was just this momentary obstruction that allowed the otherwise unreactive enemy to raise his gun defensively, only for the thick alloy gun body to be cleaved in half on the spot.

    Boom!

    Like a small explosive shell, an explosion erupted beside him, sending up a fountain of dirt. The fortunate one who escaped death decisively threw away his broken gun and jumped back.

    Zhu Haomiao let out a barely perceptible sneer, carving a Z with the Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand, relentlessly pursuing his enemy like a shadow.

    The floating enemy in mid-air couldn''t make a large-angle maneuver and could only shift his head as much as possible, trying to dodge the thrust.

    However, the sword blade flickering with a cold light traced a beautifully refined arc, accurately hitting his shifted head.

    The thin facial armor was penetrated like butter, the long sword piercing through his brow, penetrating the cranial cavity, and emerging from the back of his head.

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    Shh~

    Withdrawing his treasure sword, Zhu Haomiao deftly flicked it, shaking off the brain matter stuck on it, and exhaled with a smile.

    Absolute power, ultimate speed, a bullet-time-like neural response...

    In his eyes, the enemy''s actions seemed like slow motion; there was no need for any fancy moves, as the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. A simple thrust could easily kill them!

    In the darkness, Zhu Haomiao sensed a realm of returning to the basics.

    "Fxck!!"

    In the sky, seeing her sniper shot fail to save her comrade, Muriel Frankel couldn''t help but scream a frustrated roar, her bloodshot eyes unable to suppress growing anger and fear.

    In just a few minutes, more than half of her Golden Team was lost, yet the enemy remained unscathed!

    Under damnable Heavenly Gang Power protection, he didn''t even have a speck of dirt on him, looking immaculate as if he hadn''t been through a brutal battle but was rather like a noble dancing at a banquet!

    Except his dance partners were the severed limbs and splattered blood and brain matter of her team...

    Watching that elegant, evil, and cruel shadow on the ground, Muriel Frankel gritted her teeth in agony.

    This could no longer be called a battle; it was a one-sided slaughter!

    Even though she was mentally prepared, knowing there''d be a brutal life-and-death fight with the Dragons'' descenders, she didn''t expect it to be as cruel as this!

    Just as Muriel Frankel began to despair, a burly black shadow charged into the battlefield.

    A giant shield, over two meters high, like a thick city wall, the heavily armored figure merged with the shield, fearlessly charging toward Zhu Haomiao like a cannonball.

    Zhu Haomiao, who was about to cut down the struggling enemy under his sword, glanced at the incoming Alloy Giant Shield, without stopping his hand, just clenched his other fist, and punched out.

    Thump!

    A spherical shockwave suddenly exploded, and the terrifying ultra-pressure ripple spread instantly, causing even Muriel Frankel in mid-air to be shaken, wobbling left and right, finally stabilizing her stance with difficulty.

    On the ground, Zhu Haomiao''s figure swayed slightly, with his long sword in hand deflected a little, the sword stance initially aimed at severing the neck forcibly sliced the opponent''s upper body at an angle into two halves.

    On the other side, the warrior who collided with the shield braced himself, but the ferocious, brutal force blasted him uncontrollably backward, his legs gouging two deep furrows into the ground, sliding ten meters back before coming to a halt.

    The unstoppable force shook his arms painfully numb, his bones creaked, and his internal organs felt faintly injured, leaving a metallic taste in his throat.

    Stepping away from the giant shield, the heavy-armored warrior looked at the handsome youth standing in place with reverence.

    His all-out shield strike charge hadn''t saved his comrades, and yet a hasty punch from the enemy sent him flying back ten meters!

    Within that seemingly slender shell, a force more brutal than a dragon was hidden!

    Swallowing the blood rising in his throat, the heavy-armored warrior glanced at the twitching corpses on the ground, respectfully addressing the formidable foe.

    "Odin''s warrior, Frost Shield Sigurd Holmby greets you."

    Elsewhere, Zhu Haomiao looked at the thin layer of frost on his slightly scratched fist''s blade, nodding at Sigurd with intrigue.

    "China, Zhu Haomiao."

    Having spoken, Zhu Haomiao slightly turned his head, looking at the figures appearing around him, his smile unfurling.

    The appetizers aren''t even finished, and the main course and dessert are already here...

    How can this be acceptable?

    "Brittania, White Tower Wizard Nasimento Newman."

    "Italy, Holy Knight Ambel Braun."

    "Bolan, Druid Maris Farmor."

    The four led their Golden Teams, surrounding Zhu Haomiao completely. Even knowing a chaotic battle was about to ensue, both sides followed the basic etiquette of the Ascension Competition, introducing their names and exchanging formalities.

    After the pretentious courtesies, Zhu Haomiao looked around, tightening his grip on the long sword in his hand, eagerly pursing his lips.

    With the formalities over, it''s time to feast!

    Elsewhere, sensing that Zhu Haomiao showed no sense of being besieged, only the thrill of the hunt in his gaze, the newly arrived reinforcements all felt a sudden bad omen welling up in their hearts.