Chapter 625: The Last Stand of Miracles

A sigh.

A bitter smile tugged at Li Xuanguo’s lips as he spoke softly:

“Maybe I put too much pressure on him.”

“Maybe we should never have done that from the start…”

The National War ended far too quickly—so fast it seemed there was only one inevitable outcome.

Gazing silently into the distance, Li Xuanguo’s eyes brimmed with regret and defiance.

Everything happened too fast. It was all so sudden.

Indeed.

Yenir— that kid—had pulled off too many miracles, showering them with endless surprises.

But really, how many miracles can this world produce?

In the end, it was only a matter of months.

They had pinned all their hopes on a child who had just reached the Third Stage—a colossal mistake.

If he hadn’t chosen to gamble, if they had withdrawn and waited for the right moment…

Perhaps a sliver of hope might have remained.

But now, there was no chance—those veteran Peak Third-Stagers wouldn’t give them another opportunity.

He had underestimated his opponent’s resolve, forcing things to come to this.

“Let’s go.”

“If they really decide to make a move against us, then you all surrender…”

“The Global War is about to begin. We can’t afford to become traitors to our nation…”

There was no other choice.

After speaking calmly, Li Xuanguo turned and walked straight toward the gate.

Perhaps an alternative plan might spare him, maybe even delay the inevitable.

But he refused to witness more lives lost.

Those Peak Third-Stagers could risk another defeat in the National War, yet he knew that one more loss would devastate the entire country.

“Prime Minister!?”

A jolt of shock returned him to his senses.

Seeing Li Xuanguo, who had already resigned himself to fate, everyone rushed forward.

…………..

“Oh, so you actually dare to show up?”

The wind howled fiercely.

Lu Haishan looked on in surprise as Li Xuanguo and the others arrived almost simultaneously.

Beneath a massive vortex formed by a swarm of high-ranking military and authority figures, nearly a thousand people stood packed together.

Ignoring the Neutral Faction and other senior figures behind Li Xuanguo’s group, his gaze fixed solely on Fang Hao and his men.

“Three Peak Third-Stagers—are you really about to give up without a fight?”

The unexpected was even more astounding.

Behind Lu Haishan, other Peak Third-Stagers, ready to strike at any moment, shook their heads in scorn and disbelief.

In their eyes, Li Xuanguo’s team had abandoned resistance—they hadn’t even brought any troops.

Three Peak Third-Stagers, each personally promoted by Li Xuanguo as top commanders.

Facing that kind of force was nothing short of a death wish.

“Hmph, it seems you’ve realized that resisting is useless. Now, report the situation to your old commanders.”

“Seeing this, shouldn’t we spare his life?”

Amid the eerie atmosphere, with everyone bracing for Li Xuanguo’s desperate stand, Lu Haishan and his cohorts exhaled in relief.

They watched as the vortex prepared to activate the teleportation and announce the National War rankings.

In that instant, they realized they had grossly overestimated their adversary.

“Nothing surprising here.”

“Once news of the Global National War broke, Li Xuanguo wouldn’t have had a chance to strike first. What else could they do but beg us? Unless he’s willing to lose again!”

His expression remained unnervingly calm.

Beside Lu Haishan, a veteran Peak Third-Stager chuckled softly, shaking his head in quiet lament.

“It looks like what comes next will be simple.”

“After the National War rankings are out, we’ll impeach him right before everyone’s eyes.”

“Even if he himself concedes, the Neutral Faction won’t dare defy us!”

“In the face of absolute power, it’s nothing more than a farce…”

………

Time ticked by slowly.

In the heavy, uncanny atmosphere, every high-ranking officer and military general felt a faint sorrow.

Though they could almost predict what was coming, all they could do was wait silently.

Among the crowd, Zhao Long—who had once cared for Yenir—looked at the accelerating vortex with a tinge of melancholy.

It was like a surreal dream.

He recalled watching Yenir’s rise firsthand and regretted the moment he tried to warn the kid against being too sharp.

He should have talked to him more…

No one ever expected things to come to this.

Yenir was most likely dead.

And the troops deployed in the National War would probably suffer massive casualties.

The moment the system announcement rang out, the Prime Minister and his supporters backing Yenir would face retribution from the Peak Third-Stagers.

A colossal upheaval was set to begin…

Meanwhile, even though everyone knew that once the National War ended, no one would escape the vortex, Fang Hao—who had remained silent until now—suddenly spoke up:

“Has Yenir’s family been arranged?”

“Even if we lose, I promised that kid I’d take care of his family.”

His voice was low and heavy.

Fang Hao gave a bitter smile, feeling that nothing was going as planned.

He had assumed Yenir’s strength was comparable to that of the Peak Third-Stagers, leaving a glimmer of hope. In hindsight, they were all too naive…

With traitors inside and enemies outside, not only could Yenir not break free—even if he did, it wouldn’t help.

How pitiful, how regretful.

That kid’s innate talent was terrifying!

“Fang Tong, Yenir’s family arrangements are complete. It’s just that you…”

Before he could finish his sentence,

Lu Haishan, a veteran Peak Third-Stager, suddenly flew over as the vortex was about to activate.

He loomed high above, scoffing as he looked down at Li Xuanguo and his men.

It was a pity Yenir hadn’t met his end by his own hand, but in this final moment, he would reclaim his honor!

Wasn’t it your decision to protect Yenir at any cost!?

Now, let these foolish fools truly grasp what it means to be veteran Peak Third-Stagers!

“Prime Minister!”

“I heard you chose Commissioner Yenir to represent us in the war! With the National War ending so abruptly, what ranking do you expect our genius to reclaim…?”

Lu Haishan sneered at the silent Li Xuanguo and his group, finally unleashing the pent-up frustration in his heart.

With a sweeping gesture as if seizing the perfect moment to strike, a massive group of Peak Third-Stagers surged forward to encircle them.

“Prime Minister, I’ve heard that each country sent out their top Third-Stagers for this war!”

“How could the National War end so soon? Could it be that the ones you selected lost!?”

“If they lose, do you know the damage it would inflict on our Battle Zone? Frankly, if we lose because of your decision, who will bear that responsibility?”

“Mistakes like this—shouldn’t someone be held accountable!?”

He pointed a finger in reproach.

Listening to Lu Haishan’s near-insulting tirade, Fang Hao and his comrades erupted in anger, their glares fixed on the encircling Peak Third-Stagers.

He knew all too well that Lu Haishan and his group were out for blood—simply making them admit their errors wouldn’t be enough!

They ignored Fang Hao’s furious protests.

Lu Haishan scoffed, noting that Li Xuanguo seemed equally indifferent, his eyes locked on the vortex.

Fueled by relentless anger, he no longer concealed his true feelings.

“Colleagues from the Military, representatives from all sides!”

“Some have treated us veterans as if we were nothing—obliterating our contributions to this country! Cronyism and stubbornness have led to internal strife!”

“It’s despicable! Ridiculous! To think that the Huaxia Battle Zone has sunk so low, suffering such losses—our hearts are filled with pain!”

“Since everyone is here today, I propose a motion to dismiss…!”

“A motion for what?”

In that moment, just as Lu Haishan was about to launch into an impassioned scolding,

a puzzled voice suddenly rang out from the vortex.

“Old Dog, what exactly are you proposing?”

The voice hit like a bolt from the blue, leaving Lu Haishan and his men dumbfounded.

Snapping back to reality amid shocked stares, Yenir emerged from the vortex wearing a wry smile.

“You’re not dead!?”

“Wasn’t the war supposed to be…!?”

“Asia Battle Zone Announcement: The National War has ended. Huaxia Battle Zone Ranking: No.1!”

The cold system announcement blared almost simultaneously with Yenir’s reappearance.

If his return left Lu Haishan and his men in disbelief,

the system announcement delivered an unparalleled shock.

First place!?

What the hell—first place!?

Lu Haishan felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, his heart pounding in shock.

At the same time, all the high-ranking military officials and Li Xuanguo’s men stared in disbelief at Yenir.

“Damn it! You really aren’t dead!?”

Trembling with excitement, Fang Hao—who had secretly planned to oppose Li Xuanguo’s proposal to stand down—looked at Yenir as if he were a ghost, hope flooding his eyes.

What do you mean by a twist of fate? What miracle is this!?

Before he could celebrate or question how Yenir clinched first place, Fang Hao’s face darkened as he charged toward Yenir.

“Run, Yenir!”

“They today…”

“Boom!!!”

At the moment Fang Hao roared his warning, everyone realized that Lu Haishan and his men were on the verge of striking.

In an instant, both Zhao Hongtu and Lu Haishan burst forth.

In mere moments, everyone who had once welcomed the return of the National War rallied around Yenir, bracing for a full-scale brawl!

“Kill him! Attack!!”

Fang Hao’s cry echoed that sentiment without hesitation.

Regaining their senses and realizing that Yenir had survived and secured first place, Lu Haishan and his men erupted in unified fury, their thoughts singular:

“Now, kill Yenir! Since we’ve burned all bridges, there’s no turning back!”

Yet, amid the sudden chaos and facing the charging masses of Peak Third-Stagers,

Yenir merely sneered in mid-air, fixing his gaze on the advancing Lu Haishan.

“More of you?”

He laughed, “Sorry, I have plenty more!”

In just 0.001 seconds,

figures exuding the aura of Peak Third-Stagers appeared en masse behind Yenir. The charging Lu Haishan and his men were instantly stunned.

What was this!?

There was no time to react.

Yenir glanced at Lu Haishan with a touch of pity before an aura far more terrifying than that of any Peak Third-Stager burst forth from him.

“You want to kill me?”

Yenir gave a cruel smile and swiftly drew his sword:

“Sorry, I want to kill you all too…”

“For far too long!”

“Kill!!”

Before Lu Haishan and his men could even comprehend his words, a torrent of dazzling red light exploded like a raging storm!

Mind Storm!

Judgment!

“Boom boom boom! Boom! Boom boom!”

The sudden eruption of Mind Storm hit Lu Haishan’s side like a bomb; in an instant, many Peak Third-Stagers were stunned, blood spewing from their mouths and nostrils. The weaker ones screamed and fell from the sky.

In a single glance, more than half of their Peak Third-Stagers were lost. The veterans behind Lu Haishan looked on in sheer horror!

They had never seen such power before.

No one could have predicted that Yenir possessed such techniques!

“Disperse! Get away from the storm!!”

Under the crushing mental assault, the once-coordinated massacre fell apart in an instant!

For Peak Third-Stagers, even a momentary lapse could mean death—this impact sealed the fate of those at the front!

Yet scattering proved futile.

In mid-air, Yenir unleashed a barrage of Sword Breath Torrent, like a human bomb, locking onto his fleeing foes with ruthless precision.

Did they really think scattering would save them!?

If dodging his Mind Storm were that simple, he wouldn’t have become famous in his previous life for his mental prowess!

Remember, in his past life he didn’t even have the Sword God System, yet he was an invincible Third-Stager!

“Disperse! Explode!”

“Boom boom! Boom! Boom!”

The tangible manifestation of his Mind Storm rapidly spread as a scarlet ripple, exploding in an instant!

For a moment, the entire battlefield was engulfed in rampant psychic turbulence, impossible to escape!

Unlike the concentrated Mind Storm, the scattered psychic turbulence was even more perilous!

Eyes burning as they realized that neither clustering nor scattering would work!

General Huang, a Peak Third-Stager on Lu Haishan’s side, had no choice but to quickly change tactics:

“Rally! Rally together!! Those with the strongest mental power, lead the charge!”

Mutually sacrificing to minimize losses.

Facing Yenir’s relentless assault, they either abandoned the Third-Stage Beginners or steeled themselves with higher-tier defenders!

Within interlinked factions, these Peak Third-Stagers dared not let their comrades die!

Yet merely holding off Yenir’s Mind Storm served little purpose.

Within his own ranks, Lu Haishan was both astonished and enraged—he realized the situation was utterly dire!

Yenir’s contingent, combined with Fang Hao and the others, had outnumbered them, plunging every heart into despair as they recognized their grave mistake!

We should have acted sooner! We shouldn’t have waited until the National War ended to strike!

Watching Yenir soar high above, raining destruction upon them, Lu Haishan’s voice grew distorted as he shouted desperately:

“Kill Yenir first! Kill that little brat!!!”

“If he lives, we will all die!”

“General Wang! Join me in the attack!!!”

It was inconceivable that even with Zhao Hongtu and Fang Hao present, Lu Haishan still regarded Yenir as the gravest threat!

It wasn’t just his nauseating Mind Storm and endless sword energy.

The key was that Lu Haishan recognized Yenir as the core—the controller among this sudden batch of Third-Stagers!

What kind of demonic sorcery is this! Lu Haishan even noticed a familiar foreign officer among these Third-Stagers! If we kill Yenir, there might be a chance to even the odds! But if not, we’ll be ground down to nothing!

Before General Wang and the others could leap into action,

Yenir raised his Pair of Swords and let out a cold laugh.

“You think you can focus all your attacks on me?”

“Dream on!”

Evil God Ritual!

“Hum!”

Instantly, channeling his mental power to set up a back-up ritual, Yenir looked at the blood-soaked Lu Haishan with a hint of pity as a mysterious silver light burst forth.

That old man must have forgotten that Yenir never feared being surrounded!

Who dares charge in front of him first?! That’s practically asking for death!

Dimensional Slash!

Silver light flashed—it was as if the whole world had been paused.

When thoughts and time accelerated tenfold, everyone around Yenir moved in slow motion.

A dazzling skill, slowly detonating.

A rift tore through the air like a wound in space.

Fang Hao, wielding his Long Spear, charged into the fray.

In every expression on the battlefield, Yenir could see their shock—even Lu Haishan’s, whose pupils contracted in terror.

Locking eyes, Yenir, like a silent phantom, traversed space in an instant, covering over a hundred meters to stand before Lu Haishan.

“Old Lu, I told you…!”

“I will personally…”

“See you on the road!”

Sword Slash of Light!

Sword Draw Slash!

In an instant, a flash of blood-red light magnified enormously in Lu Haishan’s eyes; in his world, he only saw Yenir vanish in a heartbeat, replaced by an overwhelming chill of death!

Even if he could react during Dimensional Slash, there was no countermeasure against a strike as quick as lightning.

“Splat!”

The faint sound of tearing flesh echoed.

A sword pierced through the head! It cleaved the body! It shattered the soul!

Amid three dazzling sword lights, a fraction of a second later, Yenir reappeared behind Lu Haishan, expressionless, his Pair of Swords drawn.

Tick tick.

Blood dripped from the sword tip; along its slender blade, a burst of red blossomed like a flower of death.

He didn’t look back, nor did he show any extraneous emotion.

Yenir slowly straightened, shaking his head as a trace of complex emotion crossed his eyes.

The battle was over.

Even if Lu Haishan hadn’t yet fallen, Yenir knew in his heart that the longtime adversary from Huaxia’s top leaders was truly done for.

Deep inside, he didn’t want to shed the blood of his own men, but with differing ideals and conflicting interests, Yenir had no choice but to kill him in the name of the ‘greater good’ as Lu Haishan had proclaimed.

What is the greater good? The billions of survivors in China, the global survivors—they are the future! And his divine innate talent makes him the future!

“Lu Haishan…”

“Farewell! I will… send you all on your way!”

Dimensional Release.

Time resumed its flow in an instant.

To the outside world, it was merely the blink of an eye; in the stunned gazes of all, behind Yenir stood Lu Haishan, still upright as if ready to strike again, a bloodline stark on his head.

The next second,

accompanied by the sound of crashing, the top-ranked Lu Haishan was reduced to a pile of corpses before their eyes.

Upon closer inspection, his split face still bore a trace of deep regret and defiance, as if he had suddenly repented for opposing Yenir in his final moments.

“No!!!”

In mid-air, four veteran Peak Third-Stagers—who had planned to help Lu Haishan finish Yenir—could only roar in disbelief, as if they could not fathom what they had just witnessed.

Lu Haishan was dead! Dead in such a ridiculous, laughable manner!

Until today, no one had imagined that Lu Haishan would be slain by little Yenir!

“I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you, you little brat!!”

Overwhelmed with grief and rage, a middle-aged man—one of Lu Haishan’s former commanders, his eyes bloodshot—threw caution aside and attacked in a burst of fury!

Yenir had dared to kill even a standing committee member! That meant he truly dared to kill him!

There would be no more political maneuvering or compromises!

Today’s battle is do or die—there is no retreat!

Coldly looking up at the four frenzied Peak Third-Stagers charging at him, Yenir sneered as the fire of battle surged in his eyes!

Only then did he realize that their conflict had become a fight to the death.

Though this battle might claim many lives from the Huaxia Battle Zone,

still…

“Come on! Fight!”

“Once I’ve killed you all, a bright future will emerge!”

“Boom!!!”

Amid the clashing energies, Fang Hao and his comrades scrambled to join the fight.

But Yenir sneered coldly and charged alone, undeterred by overwhelming odds!

He chose to fight all on his own!

The battlefield trembled at his audacity.

Yenir’s cold laughter echoed as he advanced single-handedly!

“One rider against a thousand!”