Who…… Are You?

Shevchenko and Cech both didn't get mad; this warrior of Jax who was bulky was stronger than them. They looked at each other and smiled, and they then moved aside and made a wider path.

Kerman looked pass them.

His pupil contracted instantly when he saw the figure sitting in the tent.

Inside the bright tent, there was a person who was sitting on a stone chair in a relaxed manner and reading a thick book. He was dressed casually, and his thick long black hair looked like a waterfall. Although Kerman couldn't see this man's face clearly, he could tell that this man who was wearing a loose robe and not wearing any shoes was in a world of his own.

Beside this man, there was a strange beast that was four meters tall. Although it was laying beside this man, Kerman could tell that its legs were as thick as pillars. Its long black mane covered more than half of its head, its sharp white teeth could tear through anything, and hostility flashed in its huge crystal-like eyes. What was most shocking was that smell of sulfur came of its mouth as if it was going to spit out fire...

If this beast didn't have the black and smooth fur, Kerman might have believed that this beast was a dragon that disappeared ages ago from the continent; that smell of sulfur and heavy pressure were all critical features of a dragon.

Kerman's heart was sinking to his stomach slowly; he knew the strange roar that made the Sand Tigers lose their abilities to move came from this beast.

Also, he couldn't sense the power level of the young man sitting in the tent. He felt like this man was an ordinary person who didn't have any power, but it was impossible since his full-power strike was dismantled by this man easily.

There was only one explanation – this man was far beyond his realm of strength.

"Danger!" he thought.

As if the man who was reading the book in the tent sensed Kerman's stares, he looked up and smiled.

"You were saying that you want to see me. Now you saw me, is it time for you to kneel down and surrender?" that handsome man said.

Of course, this man was the king of Chambord who created this scenario to show off.

He liked to treat the people who were close to him well, but it was good for his mental health if he acted in front of his enemies and showed off frequently.

On top of that, this was the first time that he led a legion to war, and he had to act cool and mighty.

Kerman held his huge blade tightly and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Kneel down and surrender?" Kerman laughed, "The Jax Empire only has warriors who fight until death on the battleground and doesn't have cowards who would surrender..." he slowly glanced around at the soldiers of Zenit who tightly surrounded him and continued, "And it is not like we can't get out of here if we tried."

"Haha? Getting through my herald brigade as a team of 404 people?"

As if he heard a ridiculous joke, Fei laughed and shook his head, "If I want to, the 404 of you would be turned into meat pastes in less than 10 minutes. You will all be decapitated; your heads will be pilled into a small mountain, and your headless corpses will be thrown onto the desert so coyotes and vultures can have a feast. We can just do what you did to our civilians!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Fei's words triggered the anger in the soldiers of Zenit's minds, and the 6,000 soldiers all shouted as they knocked their metal armors with their weapons and took a few steps forward in unison. The metal-colliding noises and shouts created a surge of invisible energy, and the murderous spirits skyrocketed; it was just breathtaking.

Fei put down his book an suddenly stood up. "You can try if you want!" he sneered.

As he stood up, a thick and concentrated murderous spirit surged. At that moment, Kerman felt like he was standing in a sea of blood and corpses, and numerous terrifying screams were sounding in all directions; for a moment he felt like he was on an ancient and cruel battlefield, and for a moment he felt like he was in hell.

"Such a terrifying presence!!

Kerman instantly felt the indefensible pressure on him; it felt like he was carrying several mountains on his back. He started to resist subconsciously, and his bones began to crack as if they were being smashed.

He knew that he was wrong; too wrong!

"What this man said is true... he doesn't even need to order the 6,000 soldiers to attack... none of us in [Black Torrent] can get out if this man makes his move... He only released his aura, and I, a Seven-Star Warrior, can't even stand straight... Too terrifying," he thought.

"Who... who are you...?" Kerman asked bitterly as he leaned against his blade that he stabbed into the ground and tried to stand straight.

"I am the king of Chambord, King Alexander!"

"So... so it is you... I heard….. I heard about you before. I was wrong, you... Puff!" Kerman took several pauses as the pressure on him was too much. In the end, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his knees bent; he couldn't hold on any longer.

"Drop your weapon, kneel down, and surrender. If you do that, I will show some mercy and let the cavaliers under you to leave alive," Fei said as he squinted his eyes and smiled strangely.

"Impossible!" Kerman tried his best to stand straight and shouted, "The warriors of Jax would never... never kneel down.... they are all... the bravest... warriors!"

"Yeah, they are brave warriors..." Fei looked at the startled expressions on the faces of some cavaliers of Jax and sighed, "To my knowledge, their mission was only to clean out the area within a 100-kilometer radius of Dual-Flags City. It was a simple mission, and they didn't need to attack the herald brigade of Zenit. Too bad that they have an idiotic commander! It is you who brought doom to them! It is you who placed them in danger because you are greedy for more military merits. Their loved ones will be in pain for the rest of their lives because of your decision... now, you have a chance to save them. If you drop your weapon and kneel down, you would be able to save these brave warriors of Jax and help their families. Why not? Are you going to let them die because of your idiotic self-pride?"

Fei's voice was like the enticement of a devil. Every single cavalier of Jax heard what he said, and it tickled their minds.

"No! You devil! You..." Kerman shouted as blood spurted out of his mouth.

He knew very well what this raid meant; it was the first meaningful clash between the two forces.

Kerman was dreaming about destroying this brigade and killing the commander to bring the first victory back to Jax; that would instantly boost the morale of the soldiers of Jax. Since he made a mistake and couldn't do that, he was still not willing to surrender. He would rather let all of his men and himself die here and become the example of faithfulness to Jax and unyieldingness of the will.

If he kneeled down here today, it wouldn't be just his personal pride affected.

The Jax Empire that had waited for the uprise could be affected as well.

If he kneeled down here today, the Royal Family and the military of Jax would be greatly shamed, and it would be an unbearable and destructive strike to the morale of the troops.

"Such a vicious and dirty strategy!"

Kerman regretted his decision.

He didn't regret his decision after he realized that he was trapped.

After he knew that there was a master warrior, after he knew that he couldn't defeat his enemies, after he knew that none of them could make it out here alive... he won't regret it even if he was placed in a situation that was 100 times more dangerous than this...

But he was regretting this now.

This commander was too vicious with his strategy.

This mistake of his was going to become a huge shame that the soldiers of Jax couldn't forget.

Kerman heard of King Alexander before. The Jax Empire had their intelligence network, and they always paid attention to Zenit. Since Zenit just had the competition between affiliated kingdoms, the name of No.1 Master Warrior among the affiliated kingdoms of Zenit was on the newsletter.

King Alexander was said to be the most talented warriors of Zenit in its history, and Kerman laughed at that.

"How talented can a little king of a little affiliated kingdom be?" Kerman didn't believe that.

The world wasn't fair. Most of the geniuses were in super-affluent families, royal families, and enormous forces; only these powerhouses had enough resources to feed these super geniuses. If someone talented was born into a poor environment, his or her future would be very limited.