"Manager, it seems like the fighting is still going on ahead!"

    "Should we go up and help?"

    "Damn it, it''s like gods fighting; are we going up there just to die?"

    "But standing by while our allies are trapped and doing nothing could get us executed!"

    Listening to the arguments of his subordinates, the Manager quickly made a decision.

    "Stop arguing. We''ll cautiously sneak closer, take a look from a distance, help if we can, and retreat if we can''t!"

    After speaking, the Manager led the group forward slowly. Before long, they suddenly saw a black smoke passing overhead.

    "There''s something in the sky!"

    "Looks like a bird!"

    "What kind of bird has black smoke coming from its rear?"

    "But it has wings! And the wings are glowing!"

    ......

    Just as the group was discussing, the object in the sky fell steadily yet swiftly toward their direction, trailing a dense black smoke, carving out a clear trajectory, and with a boom, it crashed not far from them.

    Even more than a hundred meters away, they felt a faint tremor in the ground, and the group looked at each other, seeing the shock in each other''s eyes.

    With a closer look, they finally saw that it was not some strange bird but a human in peculiar armor with steel wings sprouting from their back.

    "Have the Westerners'' Magic Armor really gotten to the point where they can fly now?"

    "The gap between us and the Westerners is too vast; we''ll never catch up in our lifetime!"

    "Da Qing is doomed!"

    Seeing this incomprehensible sci-fi armor, the group couldn''t suppress a feeling of helplessness and despair.

    After decades of struggle for survival, not only had the gap not narrowed, but it had actually widened...

    Was it really an issue of race and civilization?

    At this moment, the Manager''s low shout interrupted everyone''s unwarranted thoughts.

    "Shut up! Form battle formation, let''s go up and see what exactly is happening?"

    With that, the Manager gripped his long spear tightly, crouched forward, and moved silently under the cover of vegetation.

    Soon, they saw their target.

    In the center of a small "meteorite crater," a slender figure with steel wings was struggling to get up, but an Eight-sided Han Sword had pierced through their back and chest, with crimson blood dripping down the blade, pooling into a small puddle beneath them.

    Seeing this scene, the group seemed to see a pitiful wild goose struck down by an arrow, with their feelings of helplessness and despondency inexplicably dissipating.

    Even the flying armor of the Westerners isn''t all that impressive...

    They still end up dead...

    On the other side, Muriel Frankel lay on the ground, with the combat AI''s frenzied warnings echoing in her ears.

    "Severe blood loss, please stop the bleeding as soon as possible!"

    "Blood pressure has dropped to a dangerous level!"

    "Major damage to lung lobes, blood oxygen concentration below 50."

    "Multiple organ injuries, severe internal bleeding!"

    "Multiple fractures throughout the body."

    .........

    The originally sharp alerts now seemed to come from a distant realm, and Muriel Frankel''s vision faded in and out of blackness, holding on against fainting through sheer willpower.

    Raising her head, the optical detector spotted the soldiers slowly approaching, and seeing their ugly pigtailed braids, Muriel Frankel felt even more bitterness in her heart.

    If she were in normal condition, these guys would just be a bunch of ants, but now, they were likely the last straw that could break the camel''s back!

    "Cough, cough!"

    Coughing up the clotted blood from her throat, the slight influx of air into her lungs somewhat relieved her painful suffocation feeling.

    She immediately tried to pull out the sword impaling her chest with an awkward posture.

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    But the sturdy armor firmly held the sword in place, and she, being exhausted from blood loss and on the verge of shock, couldn''t pull out the treasure sword at all. Instead, the movement made her convulse and tremble in pain.

    "Oooh!"

    "Let me help you."

    A nightmarish, gentle whisper suddenly sounded in her ears, causing Muriel Frankel to shiver all over, her hair standing on end in fright.

    Before she had time to react, a large foot stepped on her back, and the treasure sword piercing through her chest was gripped in someone''s hand.

    Whoosh~

    "Ahhhhhhh!!"

    The Eight-sided Han Sword was violently pulled out, the intense friction causing her viscera to spasm and twist, bringing excruciating, soul-gnawing pain, instantly making her nearly fainting nerves extremely alert!

    On the other side, listening to the girl''s miserable wails, Zhu Haomiao inexplicably felt a slight pleasure, skillfully twirling the sword, flicking off the bloodstains.

    Releasing the boot stepping on her, the boy gently flipped the girl over with a nudge of his sword, then softly sliced open her facial armor, revealing her beautiful, fair features.

    Looking down from above into the girl''s eyes, Zhu Haomiao curled a slight smile.

    "Why run so fast? There''s no oil here..."

    And at his feet, facing the teasing filled with malicious delight, Muriel Frankel did not respond, only resignedly relaxing, silently staring at the boy, as if wanting to imprint this face onto her soul.

    "Hmm? Looking at me like that? Want to take revenge?"

    Zhu Haomiao blinked strangely; he didn''t see any visceral hatred in her eyes but rather a sense of relief and liberation.

    "No, I know I have no chance to take revenge on a monster like you, just wanted to remember what you look like so I can stay away whenever I see you in the future."

    Muriel Frankel''s words left Zhu Haomiao momentarily dumbfounded, looking at her with a surprised expression.

    Such worldly clarity?

    "Since you''ve figured it out, why not surrender?"

    "According to the competition rules, if you surrender, although you''ll be eliminated, you can keep your life."

    Upon hearing this, Muriel Frankel snorted, the action tugging at her wound, causing her delicate eyebrows to knit in pain.

    "The whole world is watching; how could I possibly surrender?"

    "Even if contestants from other countries can surrender to China, I cannot."

    At this, Muriel Frankel looked meaningfully into Zhu Haomiao''s eyes and murmured deeply.

    "This is a war without smoke; any act of weakness could lead me and my family to eternal doom..."

    "By contrast, a heroic death could still make me look like a hero..."

    Murmuring to herself, Muriel Frankel suddenly felt a jolt in her heart.

    "But, before I die, could I see your [Dragon Emblem]?"

    Upon hearing this request, Zhu Haomiao raised an arm, lifting the black cloak to reveal a sophisticated and elegant purple-gold lustre beneath.

    Staring intently at the badge on the young man''s chest, Muriel Frankel raised a self-mocking, bitter smile.

    "Indeed...Super Power..."

    Saying this, she gently raised her slender neck, exposing her fair throat.

    "It''s my honor to die by the sword of the [Chinese Martial God]."

    "Hurry and do it, it hurts so much..."

    Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao pressed his lips together complex in expression.

    Your surrendering in such a straightforward manner kills all my excitement!

    Looking at the girl beneath him, awaiting death in the literal sense, Zhu Haomiao sighed lightly, his sword in hand drawing a graceful and agile glimmer of cold light.