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Who’s this?

There was no doubt about it; this was a purely Eastern face. In the Western Camp, especially within the military realm, they would never utilize an Asian—virtually no Asians could enter the Virtual World under the Federation’s domain, and none so formidable as this one.

To stealthily approach him without a sound— even his deceased old ghost of a master couldn’t accomplish such a feat if he were brought back to life!

But this man before him, he had never seen...

All of the Central Federation’s top fighters were in the Zhuxian World, and he would have definitely known about anyone there stronger than himself. So where did this person come from?

White clothes... looks to be in his early twenties... Wait a minute!!

Before he could further process his shock, an overwhelming presence descended from above.

Hou Xiaoliang immediately cursed under his breath. His attention had been wholly captured by the man before him, and he was too late to react to the arrival of Stal from afar.

"I always said, ’Those yellow-skinned monkeys are sure to do this,’" Stal said, floating in midair with his arms folded and the red cape behind him strikingly conspicuous.

Chen Qing looked up and felt a bit helpless.

From what he remembered, North America was quite fond of superhero-type characters, and the image of Superman endured quite notably in that country.

However, he had heard about this guy’s peculiar sense of humor, particularly his liking for firing guns on top of landmark buildings in other countries.

It seemed a world apart from the nearly perfect character of Superman in the movies of days gone by...

Hou Xiaoliang tensed up, feeling a chill in his heart.

Stal was more formidable than he imagined.

Although his own attention was diverted, the fact that Stal could float here without making a sound meant his control over his power had increased tremendously compared to the data from a few years ago.

At this distance, it was utterly impossible for him to escape, not to mention there was still an unknown person before him.

"Interesting, there’s someone sneaking around in such conspicuous attire?" Stal said with genuine interest as he looked at Chen Qing.

Soon, a massive shadow fell over them as if night had come; without even looking up, the haunting sensation on Hou Xiaoliang’s skin made him aware of what was approaching...

"Western dragon..." Chen Qing raised his head, a flicker of fascination crossing his eyes. He had made many Western games, and the Western dragon was a key model. How many years had it been since he’d last seen one?

"It seems Zhang Zhengyuan is truly gone..." The woman in dragon scale armor atop the dragon looked down, her gaze assessing. She glanced at Hou Xiaoliang—he was recognizable as one of the young successors of the Central Federation, the number one assassin!

The intelligence agents’ estimations were reliable; this individual had indeed come to attack from the rear.

But the other one...

The Duchess furrowed her brows, recalling that none of the intelligence reports had ever mentioned this man.

Not having seen him before wasn’t the main issue—the issue was that this man gave her a very different feeling.

Hou Xiaoliang behaved very normally, tense and daring not to move, which was the basic reaction when encountering a superior force.

But this man was different, casual in his gaze whether looking at Stal or at herself, and particularly when looking at her dragon, as if he were observing an interesting curiosity.

There was novelty, surprise, but what was utterly absent was tension and awe.

This man... was very dangerous!

"Zhuo Ge!" The uncanny sensation compelled the Duchess not to remain silent. She clenched the dragon’s neck with her legs, and the brilliant red dragon scales began to heat up in unison with the dragon’s body.

In an instant, the surrounding moisture evaporated, and Hou Xiaoliang felt the temperature around him climb rapidly, his heart sinking with alarm. He was acutely aware of what the Duchess intended to do.

Zhuo Ge, the most destructive of the Duchess’s three giant dragons, could produce flames that instantly melted steel!

He wanted to flee immediately, but just as the thought crossed his mind, a piercing cold gripped him, and looking up, he saw Stal watching him with a mocking expression. It was clear if he attempted to run, Stal would personally attack him.

He wanted to watch him burn alive.

"Terrifying woman..." Stal looked at the Duchess, licking his cracked lips. In just a few seconds, even the moisture from his own body was rapidly depleting. A woman capable of taming such a fearsome beast was indeed fascinating.

Confronted with Stal’s heated gaze, the Duchess showed no interest; all of her attention was focused on Chen Qing—the young man in white looking up at her. Facing her giant dragon and the imminent flames, his expression remained unchanged.

"Kill him!"

Unable to hold back the unease in her heart any longer, the Duchess pressed hard against the dragon’s neck, and in the next instant, an almost blood-red blaze fell from the sky like magma descending from the heavens, thick as liquid, covering everything in its path!

Still a kilometer high in the sky, the intense heat caused the ground below to crack instantaneously, while Hou Xiaoliang, who dared not move, was covered in blisters, feeling utterly hopeless. Yet, he remained motionless.

He knew he couldn’t outrun Stal, escape the reach of the flames, and would be humiliated like a plaything by Stal. He’d rather be burned to death than suffer that indignity.

And besides... he still harbored a sliver of hope.

Because this mysterious man in white wasn’t with the other party, if... he was the mastermind behind the downfall of Huaxi...

Boom!

With a roar, the flames surged forward, and Chen Qing, who had seemed like an outsider up until that moment, finally made his move.

With an effortless gesture, one of his hands rose, and blue-green light quickly formed into a series of runes.

In the next moment, a flame just as vividly red began to emerge slowly on Chen Qing’s body.

"How interesting..." Chen Qing said with a smile, "This Zhuo Ge, couldn’t be the one from the game, could it?"

In his memory, in his era, intelligent games were in their prime, and the hottest game in Huazhong was the Demonic World, which had just been released.

Still, despite that, the most popular game remained the Western game.

Among them, Dragon Knight was the flagship product of the Western European Sword Flower Studio.

He remembered that in that game, one of the four Dragon Kings was named Zhuo Ge. ..

Flames?

Stal and the Duchess above were taken aback. Was this man a mage?

What was he doing?

Using fire to counter Zhuo Ge’s fire?

Had this guy lost his mind?

Even Stal thought this man was incredibly foolish.

The intensity of Zhuo Ge’s fire was infamous—dangerous enough to be listed, and the Federation had repeatedly decreed that Zhuo Ge must not use his flames in Digital City, nor in the Virtual Realm.

Because once Zhuo Ge’s flames ignited somewhere, that place would become a ruin for at least a hundred years.

This guy actually wanted to use fire to determine the outcome against Zhuo Ge?

The dragon above too was seeing red, a provocation it had not encountered in ten thousand years!

Roar!

The dragon roared, its furious emotion causing the earth to tremble. Its body turned red-hot the next instant, as the fire it was already spewing became even more fierce, flooding over a vast expanse of sky, the scene comparable to an apocalyptic disaster.

Divine Fire Technique: Three Forms!

Chen Qing looked at the sky, covered with all-consuming flames, and nonchalantly opened his hands. The fire in his palms turned into a bow and arrow...

It wasn’t pure provocation. His body was an incarnation, and by a stroke of luck, it was the consciousness from Yunzhou that had awakened. Until he could recuperate his main body’s abilities, he could only use the divine powers from Yunzhou.

And in Yunzhou, the most suitable power to use was the Divine Fire Technique of the Divine Eleven...

He had no other choice.

This time, to deal with the King of Qin, he had invested heavily, his main body left in the command center of the Federation, locked down there while the Daoist Flow system successfully allowed him to awaken his consciousness within the incarnation.

It was an emergency, and there was no time to switch to another incarnation, so he took the transport channel and rushed over directly.

But luckily...

Chen Qing drew the bow of flames fully, facing the overwhelming sky of fire with not a ripple in his expression.

Because the opponent... was sufficiently weak!