Chapter 510: Echoes of the Death Duel

A few minutes later.

Exchanging wide, uneasy glances, the high-ranking Military officials fell silent, an eerie feeling settling over them.

It seemed the matter had ended abruptly, leaving everyone at a loss for words.

After realizing that Lu Haishan had fled the Capital at breakneck speed, Chu Long, his brow furrowed, couldn’t help but glance at a visibly stunned Yenir before shaking his head as if lost in thought.

“May fortune favor you,” he said.

“Death Duel confirmed. Even if we tried to protect you, there’s nothing we can do,” came the cold reply.

Without further ado, Chu Long’s figure melted away like a phantom.

His mission was complete, so there was no reason for him to linger.

In his eyes, all possible measures had already been taken.

They could easily replicate the previous Death Duel by saving Yenir midway, but if Lu Haishan returned in three days, he’d likely bring reinforcements.

That would make the Death Duel a genuine fight for survival—determining life and death not only in name and rule, but for both combatants.

Silence prevailed.

Staring into the night sky where Lu Haishan had vanished, Yenir furrowed his brow, utterly baffled by the sudden escape.

But it didn’t matter.

Perhaps Lu Haishan felt he wasn’t at his peak and feared he couldn’t kill him. Besides, many of his skills were on cooldown.

If there was one thing that really troubled him, it was the challenge of triggering Divine Rage on the Death Duel stage…

“Is it possible for me to take on eleven all by myself?”

Muttering under his breath, Yenir sighed in resignation—Divine Rage was just too much of a hassle.

As potent as the skill was, its requirements were ridiculously strict.

He’d rather be overwhelmed than engage in a fair fight.

The more attackers there were, the better—it played right into his hands.

As he mumbled, Li Xuanguo, who had been delayed, appeared ready to leave.

Yet before departing, the refined middle-aged man—nominally the highest-ranking figure in Huaguo—cast a complex glance in his direction.

“Yenir, if you’re free, meet me tomorrow—I have something to talk to you about,” he said.

After that, Li Xuanguo shook his head and left without further comment.

No one knew what he was thinking, except his Secretary General, who nodded thoughtfully as if struck by a sudden idea.

Was the Prime Minister planning to fill the kid in on some insider details?

Some matters were clearly escalating…

Whoosh—Boom

A series of sonic booms echoed in succession.

Yet moments later, the ruined hall was left with only Yenir, Fang Hao, and a few others.

It all felt surreal.

Once the outsiders had departed, Fang Hao fixed a complicated, almost searching look at Yenir, as if trying to decipher hidden emotions.

“Are you sure you can take down Lu Haishan?”

“Kid, you’re not already Peak Third-Stage, are you?!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Zhao Hongtu fixed his gaze on him.

Frankly, those who knew Yenir well could tell that his confidence was as bold as when he took on Lu Tianming!

They were certain that Yenir wouldn’t let his guard down without cause—far from the arrogant figure the rumors painted him to be, and that only deepened their suspicions.

But that very speculation was as astonishing as it was terrifying!

In just two months, he had evolved from an ordinary person to Peak Third-Stage! His combat prowess, innate talent, and fighting techniques were all on par with a top Awakener!

Damn it! Could this kid be the system’s own child?! Even illegitimate ones don’t pull stunts like this!

“Fortunately,”

Yenir managed a bitter smile, glancing at the two who were intently watching him, choosing not to say more.

He was confident, but that didn’t necessarily guarantee a kill.

As for his impulsiveness—knowing full well that backing down could have easily resolved things—Yenir refused to explain.

He knew Lu Haishan inside and out. In fact, from his past life, he remembered this very Peak Third-Stage figure.

Killing Lu Haishan not only preempted future threats but also signified his resolute intent. More importantly, Yenir knew that many high-ranking figures like Lu Haishan had become too dangerous to let live.

At the very least, once he realized he’d overestimated them, he understood that these were the true enemies capable of dragging him to his downfall!

Lu Haishan, Peak Third-Stage and former commander of the Northern Legion.

Twenty-two years ago, he stepped down from his post to focus on cultivating gifted Military Awakeneds.

It sounded like a selfless act—a retired Military model who continued to serve the nation.

But Yenir knew exactly what lay behind the supposed relinquishment of power and graceful abdication.

“No involvement in external operations, no stepping up to fix disasters, no fighting mutants or monsters…”

“After more than sixty years in the Huaxia Battle Zone, the number of Peak Third-Stage Awakeners has actually surpassed ten.”

“Yet most Peak Third-Stages chose to hide safely in the rear, enjoying premium resources while expanding their influence.”

“They’ve become entrenched elites—parasites leeching off the entire Huaxia Battle Zone!”