Chapter 591: Unleashed Fury

The arena fell deathly silent.

This was a battle for survival, and any Awakener with even a modicum of combat experience knew never to lose focus at a time like this.

But in the eyes of Ruan Minghai and the others, everything had unfolded far too quickly—too terrifyingly.

It was so horrifying that their instincts froze them in place, leaving them momentarily at a loss for what to do!

Perhaps Yenir felt he was too weak to dispatch an enemy in an instant.

Yet, in their eyes, the supposedly Third-Stage Advanced Yenir had now exhibited power that broke all limits!

Wu Long is Peak Third-Stage! Peak Third-Stage, indeed!!

They admitted that if they were to fight Wu Long to the death, it would take them until they were utterly spent to even contest him—and killing him would be even more impossible!

And yet, just moments ago, Yenir had effortlessly sliced Wu Long down with a single sword strike! Such power—surely only the global elite Peak Third-Stage warriors could manage that!?

What kind of strength is this?! The so-called Third-Stage Advanced must be a sham!

Perhaps they still clung to a shred of common sense.

Realizing they were facing their strongest enemy yet, the remaining two Peak Third-Stage warriors snapped back to reality and, almost maniacally, launched their counterattack.

Kill Yenir! We have to kill that kid!

Only by fighting to the death—by either slaying or wounding him—did they have any hope of survival!

If even ants cling to life, how could they expect any mercy for themselves!?

Now they had no choice but to gamble on the possibility that this strangely extreme kid, built more for offense than defense, was truly weaker than them. Otherwise, why would the System rank his strength below theirs!?

Yet hope is always a comforting illusion.

Noticing that the two remaining Vietnamese Awakeners still dared to attack him, Yenir’s brow furrowed even deeper.

It seemed his presence hadn’t been enough to intimidate them after all.

If he had executed an even more spectacular kill, perhaps he could have utterly crushed their fighting spirit!

Without further hesitation, as he watched the two charge desperately at him, Yenir chuckled softly and made no move to dodge.

It wasn’t until a massive ice spike and a fist shadow crackling with lightning appeared right behind him that he sprang into action.

Divine Wind!

“Sooo!!”

A piercing howl of wind roared.

In an instant, Yenir—having activated Divine Wind—vanished like an invisible storm in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, the two attacks that immediately trailed after, aimed at his position, both missed their mark!

Unable to lock onto him, Ruan Minghai—who had been planning a joint assault—found his face suddenly drained of color.

No! No!…No!

He was horrified to realize that although he could clearly see Yenir, his tracking senses couldn’t find him at all!

Moreover, this monster had already charged straight at him!

Mind Storm!

Sword Breath Torrent!!

Seeing Ruan Minghai, who looked utterly terrified at such close range, Yenir let out a mocking laugh and raised his sword in challenge.

Empowered by a double boost of will, a sinister crimson suddenly filled his eyes.

But this time, his SSS-Level skill attack did not target Ruan Minghai and his companion.

Ignoring their pallid expressions, Yenir precisely unleashed his Sword Storm, which surged like a devouring torrent and engulfed ten Third-Stage Advanced Awakeners.

A relentless barrage of ten Mind Shock strikes was unleashed in quick succession, and the ten selected foes couldn’t even mount a defense—as though frozen in time, they were torn apart in an instant.

In this battle, the mere Third-Stage Advanced Vietnamese monkeys couldn’t possibly keep pace with him.

In fact, from the start of the fight until now, barely a little over a second had passed.

There was not an ounce of mercy to be found.

Amid the sounds of tearing flesh and terrified screams, within a very short span, ten Vietnamese Awakeners were obliterated by the storm.

“Buzz! Buzz!”

Feeling the rush of the Sword Breath Torrent brush past them, Ruan Minghai and his comrade barely had time to shudder with relief that they weren’t the target.

The next moment, their senses registered that Yenir’s aura had surged even further.

Red. Black. Blood.

In a fusion of three forms, Yenir could only be described as an Infernal Blaze.

Moreover, an even more terrifying phantom than before reappeared above his head.

It was a projection of a masked figure.

Its indifferent gaze made their legs buckle instantly, as if overwhelmed by immense pressure, leaving their very souls to cry out in terror.

It was a fear that struck deep within—the trembling induced by near-peer suppression!

If Yenir’s previous outburst of power had already struck fear into them…

Then now, with the combined oppressive aura of his three forms, Yenir seemed invincible, utterly shattering their fighting spirit.

How the hell are they supposed to fight back now?!

They couldn’t lock him! They couldn’t hit him! They couldn’t dodge! And on top of that, two super attacks loomed over their heads!

Noticing that the two had finally collapsed in despair,

In his Divine Rage state, Yenir simply chuckled and shifted his sword stance once more, directing a single thrust at them.

With both Judgment Sword and Divine Rage locking onto his targets, he could dispatch them in an instant!

Brandishing the absolute might of two SSS-Level Sword Techniques, Yenir spoke softly:

“This is your last chance.”

“Either die or surrender!”

“……………..”

Ten minutes later.

Under the blank stares of the Huaguo Military Awakeners, the Vietnamese Awakeners who had just entered the national war now huddled like captives, heads bowed.

And in their eyes, of the three Peak Third-Stage warriors capable of hunting them down, only two now remained.

They knelt at Yenir’s feet.

More pitiful than the rest, Ruan Minghai—now transformed into an Otherworldly Ghost—lay motionless like the most loyal servant.

Completely terrified, they were effortlessly converted into Otherworldly Ghosts by Yenir.

Unsure whether this move would prompt the System to elevate Huaguo’s rating, Yenir had no choice but to give it a try.

Killing them outright would have alerted other war zones.

In a worst-case scenario, if all nations remained on high alert, he couldn’t risk facing dozens of Peak Third-Stage warriors at once.

Yet leaving these two unconverted troubled him too.

However, if he could exploit this loophole, his chances of decimating every fighter from other war zones in the national war would greatly improve.

By his count, he already commanded four Peak Third-Stage warriors!

And if he could replicate the process to control another batch…

Hmm…

Maybe he could even take a group of Peak Third-Stage fighters with him when he left?

Shushing his strange thoughts, Yenir decided he’d deal with that later.

From what he knew, several top Peak warriors had also entered this national war. Underestimating the enemy was simply not in his nature.

…

Watching Yenir’s retreating figure,

Wang Tiejun—who hadn’t even fiddled with his phone the entire time—now stood dumbfounded with his team, unsure of what to do.

For some reason, he suddenly understood why the Prime Minister and the others had held this young man in such high regard.

What kind of person is this…?

This is nothing short of a demon.

“Captain…”

Behind him, a younger warrior in the team couldn’t help but gulp and murmur in a daze.

“Captain… are we about to slaughter everyone in this war?”

“Damn it, who the hell could possibly beat him…”

Listening to the stunned murmurs of his team, Wang Tiejun—equally dumbfounded—could only nod in agreement.

With power like his, it was almost a foregone conclusion that they would soon be overwhelmed.

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