This is the most elite armored unit of the Northern Alliance, possessing years of prowess in cha control and close combat fighting skills. The average hand speed reaches 43 movents! This is almost unimaginable in the armies of other countries. Moreover, the combination of sect techniques and battlefield combat makes this company the brightest star of the Northern Alliance. Among them, many were once core disciples of various major sects. In the cha rank assessnt, most have also obtained the title of chanical Knight.
"If you surrender, you will be given appropriate courtesy." Lampkin's voice spread far through the cha loudspeaker. With a thick Chris Fran accent, it exuded composure and confidence: "Otherwise, you and your chas will be completely destroyed!"
Lampkin's words sparked a frenzy of cheers from the surrounding Northern Alliance infantry.
In their perspective, since Lampkin said so, victory must be in their grasp. In fact, they see it as such. Those green Fatty chas can only struggle to defend themselves within the encirclent, having no chance to counterattack at all.
So shouted, "Hurry up and surrender!"
Others jeered, "Take them down!"
One voice after another converged, like a tidal wave, rising higher and higher.
However, neither Lampkin nor the other chanical Warriors and surrounding infantry noticed one problem: amidst the bandit army's seemingly arduous resistance and evasive maneuvers, the entire battlefield was inching closer to the left-wing defense line of the infantry.
"Even though your techniques are impressive..." Fatty shouted: "You cannot intimidate the brave bandit army! Our spirit is unconquerable! Brave and unyielding is what describes us!"
"Then get ready to beco mashed at!" Lampkin felt this guy was utterly brainless, sneered coldly: "The opportunity is sothing you yourselves squandered!"
"What do you want to do?" Fatty's voice carried panic, fear, and blustering courage like a farr's wife being taken hostage in a sorghum field: "What do you want to do?!"
"Reinforce......" Lampkin commanded sharply, but his words were interrupted by Fatty.
"Hey, whoever, you haven't answered , who taught you the Black Dragon Sect technique?" Fatty asked like a carefree and curious little kid.
Lampkin's sentence was blocked back halfway, almost causing him to choke on his own words.
"None of your damn business!" The ch Knight, seeing victory within reach, said viciously. At the sa ti, the cha lunged in the air. In a twist and kick followed by a claw strike – another typical Black Dragon Sect technique – Griffin Strike.
"Not my damn business...." Fatty, punching swiftly, rapidly knocked away the oncoming Sphinx chas, chuckled foolishly, stepped aside nimbly, and precisely maneuvered according to the little kid's designed "Wave Riding Skill," elegantly avoiding the Sphinx's strike, grabbed its two hind legs in his hand, lifting it upside down, calmly said: "Never mind then."
The words had barely fallen when his arms shook and his foot ca down with a chop.
With a loud bang, the cha in his hands was torn and split into two halves.
Suddenly, the situation changed dramatically.
The surrounding Northern Alliance soldiers, who were getting increasingly riled up, were like having their throats grabbed, their cries abruptly ceasing.
Fatty swung the heavy wreckage of the cha in his hand with great vigor, smashing it headlong into the nearby Sphinx chas. With several consecutive loud bangs, those Sphinxes that had just been jumping around Fatty threateningly were imdiately smashed to pieces.
Fatty's sudden attack was akin to sounding the horn for assault.
In an instant, the Northern Alliance soldiers could only see the ten green chas, which had just only been able to defend themselves, suddenly beco like different creatures. They joined the Guards' cha group, punching and kicking, unstoppable in combat. One Sphinx after another was killed, shattered, or transford into a blazing fireball, having no chance to resist at all.
"You guys think you're worthy to make us surrender?"
Fatty's voice was far more nacing than the ch Knight he had crushed into pulp: "Tell them your nas."
The green Rangers stord through the cha group, like thunder and lightning.
One voice after another rang out.
"Bandit army Sharp Blade Company warrior, Black Dragon Sect Level 1 cha Commander, Alec Cowell!"
"Bandit army soldier, Tai Sect Level 3 cha Commander, Igor Jaffery!"
"Bandit army warrior, Storm Dao Level 1 cha Commander, Christopher Waden!"
The nas, as loud as thunder, shocked all the Northern Alliance soldiers.
"Bandit army warrior, Mingxin Sect, Second-level Commander........" Alongside the cold declaration of nas was the relentless and fierce attack of the green chas, stirring up a scene of bloody chaos.
One na after another echoed above the base, while one Sphinx after another beca ghosts at the hands of these na owners.
"Bandit army warrior, Thousand Army Sect Level 3 War God, Isodar Wagstaff!"
When the last na rang out, all the Northern Alliance soldiers were utterly dumbfounded.
Eighty, seventy, sixty... In the cha group, the green chas were like ten Death Gods with a mutual understanding. Each ti their scythes swung, they neatly harvested the souls of ten Sphinxes.
Although everyone knew the Sect Mutual Aid Alliance in Puluo Town gathered many sects, nobody ever thought about who was in this cha team that turned Central City upside down.
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