Chapter 842: Joining Forces
Come at me together!
I don't want to waste time!
His words were spoken in an indifferent and calm manner, yet their content was incredibly arrogant and domineering, exuding an overwhelming, fearless aura.
If Zhu Yaoguang, Li Chaoge, Sheng Luni, Zhou Xue'er, and the others were present, they would find this scene all too familiar.
Because they had already witnessed Ling Zhan saying these exact words to those who had challenged him multiple times.
But in the eyes of the audience, Ling Zhan's demeanor and words.
Clearly showed that he didn't take Mordes, Bazel, and the others seriously.
For Mordes, Bazel, and the rest, this statement was nothing short of an immense provocation.
It ignited an overwhelming fury within them.
However, despite their anger, Bazel, Armand, and Derek did not take any immediate action and instead just glared furiously at Ling Zhan.
They still had their pride.
At the same time, their arrogance did not allow them to team up.
If they did, even if they won, it wouldn't bring them any glory.
As for losing...
Sorry, but in their minds, once they joined forces, losing was not an option.
It would be a complete and utter victory.
"Hmph! What an arrogant and conceited fool!"
"You're overestimating yourself!"
"There's no need for us to team up. I alone am more than enough to defeat you!"
Mordes shook his head and sneered at the non-specialist before him.
Him? Teaming up with others? What a joke!
His pride would never allow such a thing.
However.
Just as Mordes was about to turn to the referee and announce the start of the match.
A stern voice suddenly rang in his ears—it was General Eugene.
"Mordes! That's an order!"
"Stop being stubborn! Get on the stage with Bazel, Armand, and Derek immediately!"
"That non-specialist is not as simple as you think! His record is right there in front of you, are you still refusing to believe it?"
As soon as General Eugene's words landed.
Mordes, who had been full of confidence, was instantly stunned.
His face was filled with disbelief and self-doubt.
He was questioning whether he had misheard.
But when he looked up at the chief platform, he saw General Eugene's grim face and his piercing gaze locked onto him, confirming that he had not imagined those words.
A soldier's duty is to obey orders.
As someone who had long since joined the Demon-Slaying Legion, Mordes deeply understood his responsibilities.
When General Eugene gave an order, even if he was unwilling, he had no choice but to comply.
Of course...
Mordes was not the only one who received a stern command through telepathic transmission.
Bazel, Derek, and Armand also heard the message.
They had received instructions from two high-ranking generals of the Ten Thousand Demons Continent.
"Get on stage immediately and join forces with Mordes to crush that non-specialist!"
"That's an order!"
The three of them instantly wore the same expressions as Mordes—shock, disbelief, and deep self-doubt.
Hmm...
Truth be told, General Eugene, General Ebotar, and General Lionel had no other choice.
In the end, if teaming up led to victory, even if it was a disgraceful win, at least they would still win.
Rather than letting them go up one by one and get defeated, it was better to take the win as a group and avoid completely humiliating the Free Federation and the Ten Thousand Demons Continent.
If they all lost one after another in a staggered fashion, allowing Ling Zhan to defeat them all, then the Free Federation and the Ten Thousand Demons Continent would suffer a colossal loss of face.
As for the possibility of losing even after teaming up...
Impossible!!
That's right—deep down, these three generals thought the same as Mordes and the others.
"We're already teaming up—how could we possibly lose?"
Besides, Mordes and the other four were all top prodigies who had successfully emerged from the Zero Abyss Tower.
In other words, their combined strength was enough to easily take down someone like Omor.
A true prodigy was far superior to those frauds who only leveled up by hunting weak mobs in the wild.
With this setup, victory was practically guaranteed—they had to take this chance!
Thus, the three generals quickly agreed and used telepathic transmission to push the four into action before the match started.
After a brief moment of self-doubt.
Bazel and the others gritted their teeth and loudly declared, "Fine! Ling Zhan, this is what you asked for!"
"Since you're so arrogant, we'll gladly grant your wish!"
"Now, we're going to make you pay for your arrogance!"
With that.
Under the audience's stunned gazes, Bazel, Derek, and Armand stepped onto the stage, standing before the teleportation gate to the spatial battlefield, staring coldly at Ling Zhan.
But what shocked the audience even more was...
The previously prideful Mordes, who had just sworn he could take on Ling Zhan alone, had suddenly fallen silent.
He didn't say a word against Bazel and the others joining him.
"This..."
The audience was utterly bewildered.
They never expected the proud Mordes to ultimately accept teaming up.
However, from start to finish, Ling Zhan's expression remained unchanged. To him, whether they joined forces or not made no difference.
If anything...
Their decision to team up played right into Ling Zhan's hands.
After all, if they fought him one-on-one, they probably wouldn't last even three moves.
A non-specialist's greatest strength was their endless arsenal of techniques.
Ling Zhan had too many methods, and they were all too unpredictable.
Once he started using them, Mordes might not even understand how he died.
Now that they had chosen to fight together, at least they could cover for each other and last a few more rounds.
"Hey! Little girl! You can't go up..."
Just then.
A staff member spoke up helplessly.
Meng Shuang was puffing up her cheeks, preparing to jump onto the stage.
"They're teaming up, so why can't I go help my master?"
Meng Shuang pouted and huffed angrily.
The staff member turned to Ling Zhan for guidance.
The rules had been set from above.
Throughout the entire Demon-Slaying Trial, Ling Zhan had to rely on himself—he could not use his contracted divine beast.
It wasn't that contracted divine beasts weren't considered part of his strength, but rather that the role of chief instructor was too special.
If Ling Zhan had to rely on his divine beast to prove himself, then they might as well have given the position of chief instructor to his beast instead.
Seeing the staff's pleading gaze, Ling Zhan looked at Meng Shuang and said, "Listen. Stay here and wait."
Only then did Meng Shuang reluctantly retreat, pouting.
The referee on stage raised his hand.
"Both sides, enter the spatial battlefield!"
Entering the spatial battlefield was mandatory.
Mordes and the others were already over level 180, and as prodigies, their actual combat strength far exceeded their level.
As for Ling Zhan, there was no need for further explanation.
The audience had already witnessed it firsthand—this non-specialist's basic skills alone had the power and effectiveness of SS-rank super magic.