Chapter 545: High-Speed Trials and Hidden Agendas

Whoosh—Boom!

He stopped in an instant.

High at a thousand meters, Yenir watched with satisfaction as his raw sprint sent shockwaves through the air.

In front of him, a razor-sharp, triangular shockwave blasted through the atmosphere, stretching out for dozens of meters before slowly fading.

That was the sonic boom produced by compressing the air after breaking the sound barrier.

No exaggeration—if he flew past an ordinary person at close range, the sonic boom alone would shatter their insides.

Even his speed was at Peak Third-Stage.

A satisfied smile played on his lips.

After finishing his speed trial, Yenir decided not to continue testing further.

He couldn’t exactly subject himself to a Peak Third-Stage attack to gauge his constitution.

Besides, his fighting style always relied on swift, crushing blows rather than drawn-out brawls.

It was either they ended him in a heartbeat or he ended them in one.

“Incredible strength; with Limit Conversion at my disposal, even without Divine Rage, activating Judgment mode gives me the power to face a Peak Third-Stage fighter,” he remarked.

“But every attribute switch drains me… repeated conversions really zap my mental power…”

Noticing his mental power was dwindling, Yenir realized his attribute conversion was far more taxing than Yinglong’s.

Still, switching back and forth four or five times was manageable—enough to sustain one or two battles.

As long as he wasn’t surrounded by a dozen Peak fighters, he was confident he could escape!

In one-on-one combat, launching Mind Storm and Judgment together could dispatch a Peak Third-Stage opponent even without Divine Rage!

Paired with a teleport during Judgment mode, his survivability was as impressive as any Peak fighter’s.

Not to boast, but he was the real deal—a bona fide Peak Third-Stage warrior!

The speed at which his power grew was so astounding that even he found it unfathomable.

“What a shame…”

“If Dimensional Slash were still active—two, no… at most I could unleash it four times. Even if a dozen Peak fighters encircled me, I’d still have the confidence to get away.”

“One skill slot left… perhaps I can acquire a similar skill?”

Canceling the conversion, Yenir habitually began pondering his next move.

With the national war only 29 days away, lingering in the Far Frontier was pointless.

Next, he planned to seek out ways to enhance his power—either by acquiring better equipment or new skills.

But the problem was…

At this stage, equipment and skills that caught his eye were incredibly rare.

In recent days, whether revisiting domestic or foreign battle zones, he had found no promising leads.

It wasn’t that such things never existed; in his past life, at this stage he was just an ordinary person scavenging on the outskirts for Credit Points.

At that level, he had no chance of accessing any high-level intel.

“Maybe I should first take a spin through Mongolia or India?”

“In the Mongolian battle zone, Peak Third-Stage fighters are rare—only about four or five at most, at least according to official data.”

“If I go there, I might even be capable of single-handedly toppling a nation…”

“I could apprehend their highest echelons, snatch their accumulated supplies, and convert a batch of Otherworldly Ghosts. Even without securing new skills or equipment, it’d be worth it…”

His expression remained calm as he schemed, indifferent to how outrageous his ideas might be.

At his level, he was already at the pinnacle of human potential.

Equipped with a confident SSS-level skill, his greatest edge was that, unlike typical Peak Third-Stage fighters, he wasn’t overly cautious about injuries.

Accustomed to dancing on the edge of danger, he paid little heed to the risks of clashing with equals.

“The Indian Battle Zone also has its merits…”

“They have plenty of Peak Third-Stage fighters. Judging by what I know, their numbers likely rival those of the Huaxia Battle Zone.”

“There are at least forty to fifty of them…”

He casually glanced toward the Indian Battle Zone, a region for which he harbored little favor.

Yet overall, the Indian Battle Zone was recognized as one of the significant powers.

With its vast population, the number of emerging powerhouses was bound to be substantial.

“Going there comes with more risks… but the rewards would certainly be greater.”

“And if memory serves, the Indian Battle Zone frequently invaded its borders and was in utter disarray.”

He let out a cold laugh, his mind replaying the chaos of the Indian Battle Zone, and he couldn’t help but be intrigued.

A raid on the Indian Battle Zone would no doubt score him everything he required!

And despite the risks, India was already in utter chaos before the end times—a country splintered into dozens of federations, a veritable replica of warlord rule.

After the end times, no unified regime emerged; the nation remains split into two ‘battle zones.’

He planned to stir the pot—eliminating a few federation leaders would be no issue.

Before they had a chance to react, he would be long gone.

“Or should I head to the Indian Battle Zone? Maybe carve a path all the way to New Delhi?”

Just as Yenir debated whether to head into the Indian Battle Zone, a message from Wang Tian suddenly appeared.

“Lord Yenir! How are things going over there?”

“Didn’t you ask me to look for an advanced sword skill? I’ve got a lead for you.”

“But it might be risky…”

He raised an eyebrow.

Glancing at Wang Tian’s message, Yenir immediately questioned back.

But moments later, upon seeing the details Wang Tian sent, he was stunned, his face registering complete bewilderment.

In Wang Tian’s message, the Japanese Battle Zone was prominently mentioned.

“[Divine Warrior Selection Program…]”

“[All-Japan Battle Zone Genius Challenge…]”

“[First Prize: Choose one S-Level Skill from three options…]”

“[Special Prize: the Heavenly Cloud Sword and the Eight-Foot Jade…]”

……………..

“Are you leaving?”

Ten minutes later.

In the corner, already dressed and free of restraints, Blood Nightingale looked unexpectedly delicate and unfocused.

There was no special reason.

Simply, after finishing his tests, Yenir calmly informed her that he was leaving the Far Frontier.

To be honest, even though Blood Nightingale never carried herself like a delicate maiden, the suddenness made her feel utterly abandoned.

He slept and then left without a single word. The two of them were like strangers—this bastard truly showed no sign of affection.

Even if some brute took advantage of her, wouldn’t he at least grunt a few words afterwards?

In contrast, Yenir didn’t even ask if she was hurt, showing no care whatsoever.

Especially…

Feeling a subtle tearing sensation in her lower abdomen, Blood Nightingale had the urge to cry.

It did hurt quite a bit—she nearly passed out from the pain.

“Yes, I’ll be over in about a month.”

“I’ll leave you a Token, and I’ll assign you seven Military Third-Stage Advanced operatives as well.”

“This afternoon, Tang Hai will come on behalf of the Canglang Safe Zone, claiming an alliance with the Bloodshadow Legion.”

“Work with him to gather intel on the Bloodshadow Legion’s inner workings, and compile a list of Yinglong’s trusted insiders.”

Without a trace of emotion.

Treating it like routine orders, Yenir casually multitasked—staying in touch with Wang Tian while dictating Blood Nightingale her next moves.

He wasn’t concerned about her potential defiance or any unexpected developments.

Seven Military Third-Stage Advanced operatives were sufficient to maintain control.

As for the Bloodshadow Legion in the Far Frontier, Yenir planned to keep the situation stable for now. Once the national war resumed, he’d clear every obstacle with thunderous force and elevate his allies to power.

Yenir was confident that Blood Nightingale, with her keen mind, would catch on to his subtext.

If she wanted to stay by his side, relying solely on past ties wouldn’t cut it.

Since you have ambition, Blood Nightingale, then work for me!

Perform well, and you’ll earn a place as my right-hand. Only then will I consider our relationship. Until then, emotions are merely a liability!

Silently, Blood Nightingale nodded with a tinge of bitterness, but soon mustered her resolve.

She found it hard to define her feelings for Yenir, yet no matter what, he had provided her with everything she longed for.

But…

Perhaps a lingering sense of regret and bitterness.

Yet she refused to believe he harbored no feelings for her. As his first woman, she was convinced that gave her a superlative status by his side!

She recognized that the entourage Yenir arranged to ‘protect’ her was, in fact, a power-sharing maneuver!

However, before she could scheme on how to capitalize on her connection with Yenir, as she was about to leave the room, Yenir suddenly turned and addressed her calmly.

“Oh, by the way.”

“There’s another girl coming soon; her name is Lin Rou.”

“Work well with her—she’s essential.”

“Hmm, she’s already here.”

Huh!?

Caught up in her own dramatic daydream, Blood Nightingale looked up in shock, and as realization hit, she was utterly stunned.

Outside, a girl in a black combat uniform had appeared, equally startled as she regarded Blood Nightingale.

What the hell!? That bastard has a woman waiting outside!?

Important? Is he trying to make her the caretaker for his mistress?!

Ignoring Blood Nightingale, who nearly burst into tears, Yenir smiled softly and left.

No one could see it, but his gaze at that moment burned with intense fervor.