Both sides were rapidly increasing their numbers. Within minutes, the attackers had formed over a dozen teams, while the defenders were even more overwhelming, with more than thirty teams already intercepting on the battlefield, and more reinforcements were continuously arriving.

  A great battle was imminent!

  As cavalry, Li Biao and Hua Ziyan summoned their mounts for the first time. Their mounts were both battle tigers, one black and one white.

  Their task was to break through, and using their mounts would increase their chances of success.

  "Follow me and break through!" Li Biao shouted, holding a spear. "Yueling, protect Zhu and Nuannuan!"

  The two battle tigers charged forward with an imposing aura, breaking through several people's attempts to block them!

  At that moment, a few people from the opposing crowd suddenly threw a rope, accurately lassoing the head of one of the tigers.

  Once the rope was secured, someone immediately pulled it tight, controlling the battle tiger.

  "Trying to run? Dream on! Kill them!"

  Chen Yueling, wielding dual blades, dashed forward and fiercely slashed at the rope!

  But before she could cut through it, someone was already attacking from behind.

  "A hero?! Onoda Juro, this hero is mine! Kid, you still have time to worry about others? Blade Slash!"

  A cold light flashed instantly behind Chen Yueling's head.

  "Watch out!" Li Biao, holding a shield, leaped off his battle tiger and crashed into the opponent.

  The opponent reluctantly withdrew his attack, using a long knife to block Li Biao's shield. As he retreated, he suddenly exerted force, sidestepping to avoid Li Biao's impact, and the two distanced themselves.

  Li Biao readjusted his stance, staring intently at his opponent.

  If his guess was correct, this person's profession should be a second-tier profession of the island nation's samurai, a Ronin Swordsman.

  Although the island nation was small, it had two major combat professions: Ninja and Samurai. Both were considered top-tier combat professions, with comparable strength. Unlike in China, where Martial Apprentices were the top-tier profession, and soldiers were at most second-tier elite combat professions.

  Ronin Swordsman was the second-tier profession of Samurai.

  During the breakout, the three Chinese teams were already separated.

  Tianheng, Hot-Blooded, and Tigers each faced encirclement by three teams!

  "There's a saying in China: capture the ringleader first. China initiated this breakout, so we must focus on them!"

  "Keep an eye on each of them, be careful of their breakout!"

  "Tie up the cavalry's mounts!"

  Behind them, Hua Ziyan's mount was also subdued, surrounded by more than a dozen people, trapping the five Tigers members!

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  Among them was the one known as the strongest in the island nation, Onoda Juro!

  "A cavalryman, how disappointing," the man in front sneered at Li Biao. "Your team has two Martial Apprentices. Once I kill you, I can still snatch one!"

  Immediately, the Ronin Swordsman launched an attack!

  "None of you will escape!" he declared, his movements suddenly accelerating. In a few steps, he was in front of Li Biao, his katana stabbing at a tricky angle.

  Li Biao let out a low growl, raising his shield to deflect the opponent's long knife. As the shield fell, he suddenly thrust his spear, "Breaking Army Thrust!"

  The opponent's long knife was pinned by the shield, and the spear drove straight in. However, the man suddenly revealed another silver long knife in his left hand. Ignoring Li Biao's attack, he spun his body, allowing the spear to graze past him, while his silver long knife paralleled Li Biao's spear, already stabbing toward him.

  "Dual Blade Style!"

  On one side, Li Biao faced off against the master swordsman of this group, while on the other, the Tigers' strongest, Chen Yueling, was confronting an assault by three ninjas!

  Two of them attacked from a distance with shurikens, while one engaged Chen Yueling in close combat.

  Although Chen Yueling was agile, she narrowly avoided being hit several times under the siege of three high-level professionals.

  Hua Ziyan stayed close to Su Nuannuan, with four or five people probing attacks around her.

  At this moment, a wild laugh came from the Hot-Blooded side.

  Yuan Zhu looked over to see a robust white man, the barbarian Huo Qiman, shirtless, with multiple wounds on his body, blood and flesh exposed, yet he seemed unfazed and unusually excited.

  At that moment, he was gripping the temple of a Chinese cavalryman, laughing wildly.

  "Just tickling me? Don't you know that we barbarians become stronger the more we're injured? Is this all China has to offer? Soldiers are nothing, where are your heroes, your strongest profession? Send a few more for me to kill!"

  The soldier, whose head was being squeezed, showed a pained expression but gritted his teeth without making a sound.

  Yuan Zhu remembered he was the deputy captain of the Hot-Blooded Squad, who had tried to block Huo Qiman, the beast, alone to protect his teammates during the breakout!

  However, Huo Qiman, with some unknown talent, grew stronger with each attack, subduing him in one move.

  The other four members of Hot-Blooded were also surrounded, with the opponents having an overwhelming numerical advantage, making their breakout extremely difficult.

  Huo Qiman's grip tightened, and the soldier's face showed increasing agony. Suddenly, he roared, "I'll fight you to the death!"

  With that, he used all his strength to stab a dagger into Huo Qiman's side.

  However, his attack was merely a futile struggle against Huo Qiman, who easily grabbed his wrist and snapped it!

  Huo Qiman looked down at his prey, showing a cruel smile, "I told you, you're not worth it!"

  With that, his grip intensified, and suddenly, the soldier's head was crushed!

  Blood and brain matter exploded in Huo Qiman's hand!

  "Wang Gang!" The members of the Hot-Blooded Squad were filled with rage and grief! Yet, each had their own opponents, leaving no time to mourn their comrade, as they were already locked in fierce battles!

  Yuan Zhu witnessed this scene firsthand, involuntarily stepping back.

  At that moment, fear overcame anger!

  He instinctively reached for his pouch.

  It was Brother Ruan's wine! He hesitated, knowing that drinking it meant he was declaring he would die here, but he had no other choice.

  Finally, Yuan Zhu gritted his teeth and took a large swig of the wine.

  His eyes turned blood-red, his body stopped trembling, and he became not only steady but also fiery.

  On the battlefield, someone suddenly shouted, "The Chinese Martial Apprentice is here! I am the world's number one war god, Yuan! You bunch of trash, come at me together!"

  "Earth-Shaking Stomp!"

  In the crowd, Onoda Juro squinted slightly, watching as Yuan Zhu stomped and sent several people flying, a fire gradually igniting in his eyes.

  "Oh, the world's number one war god? Interesting! Then let me meet you!"

  In River City, inside the military district hospital, Jiang Kai's hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

  In the video, he saw the brutality of the battle, and just now, he heard that familiar voice and saw that familiar figure.

  Yuan Zhu had indeed gone!

  But from the current situation, although China had not yet been defeated, the situation was still grim.

  In the Public Area, top experts from various countries were gathered, and the defenders had a significant advantage in numbers, strength, and preparation.

  China, being the first and strongest team in the breakout, naturally drew special "attention" from the strongest defenders!

  That barbarian, those ninjas, and the Ronin Swordsman were all incredibly powerful!

  "Zhu..." Jiang Kai murmured, his fist clenching unconsciously.

  In the Public Area, at a camp far from the Teleportation Array, a man slowly woke from his slumber.

  A subordinate approached his tent and bowed, "Postman, you're awake. Large numbers of people have appeared at all four landing points."

  The man stretched lazily, indifferent to the situation.

  "Gray, I've told you not to call me Postman. Do you want everyone to know I'm the Postman? Just call me Willis."

  "Things are lively at the Teleportation Array? Huo Qiman should love this kind of scene."

  The subordinate replied, "He's very excited. They still hold an absolute advantage. Apart from China, the other countries are small and not on the same level as Huo Qiman's elite squad."

  "China? They're here again? They really don't give up... Any heroes?" The man leisurely stroked his stubble.

  "Yes! Fifteen people, eight heroes in total, all very strong."

  The man nodded, "The Martial Apprentice profession is quite interesting. They're just okay in the early stages, not the strongest, but once they grasp True Qi attacks, they transform!"

  "They probably still can't break through the blockade."

  "But honestly, why stop other countries from competing? Wouldn't that make things less fun?"

  Gray replied, "The Lost Lands are crucial for many countries to overcome their current predicaments. It's vital."

  The man lazily stretched, "Their business is none of ours. I'm just a Postman delivering messages. Hey, Gray, want to go fishing with me?"

  Gray shook his head, "Willis, I'm a fighter, not a fisherman."

  "What does it matter? Can't a fighter fish? Come on!" Willis, not caring about anything else, pulled Gray along, complaining as they walked, "The tournament better start soon, or it'll be too boring!"

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