Medic Martial Dragon King

Chapter 2808: Chapter 2811: One Hundred Thousand Merit Points, Piece of Cake

On the mountainside, Wu Haifeng and the twelve members of the Enforcement Legion sat cross-legged, regulating their breathing.

They looked like they were cultivating, but the eyelids of the twelve were twitching nonstop.

After a short while, all twelve of them opened their eyes.

"Captain, I feel... we were wrong!"

One Enforcement soldier raised his head and looked at Wu Haifeng, speaking with a complicated expression: "A War Array Master, a Spirit Array Master, that Blood Fiend Army commander, with cumulative military merits in the tens of millions, dropping a single grand Formation and wiping out an army of ten thousand—someone like that, we... heh, that damned Leng Mingliang!"

The other Enforcement soldiers all furrowed their brows tightly.

Wu Haifeng’s face was also full of regret; he sighed in dejection: "I’ve already reported it up. Let’s hear what the commander says. If Jiang Chen enters a legion, he’ll be an invincible War God on the battlefield! In the time of a single incense stick, he wiped out a ten-thousand-man legion. With that kind of ability, in this Domain where realms are restricted, he’s absolutely a super killing weapon. But... that damned Leng Mingliang!"

Wu Haifeng also cursed Leng Mingliang.

At this moment, the twelve of them weren’t the least bit worried about whether Jiang Chen could complete his punishment; just that Dark Night Elf Legion alone was enough for him to earn more than enough battle merits.

And that battle had made them thoroughly recognize Jiang Chen’s capabilities.

They understood in their hearts that in this Domain, probably no one could withstand Jiang Chen’s assault; in this place of dense mountain ranges and forests, Jiang Chen seemed to be the true king.

Yet such a man, who on the battlefield could be invincible in war, had openly stated he disliked entering any legion because of Leng Mingliang—this would be a loss for every legion on the battlefield!

Swoosh swoosh!

As the twelve were steeped in regret, three figures shot toward them from the distance.

Wu Haifeng looked up; his gaze shifted slightly. Of those three, two were men in Golden Armor, and one was a woman in Silver Armor—obviously two generals and one commander!

"Greetings, General! Greetings, Commander, greetings, Frost General!"

When the three drew near, Wu Haifeng and the others rose and saluted.

"Wu Haifeng, what the hell are you people doing? My son was killed right in front of you, and you’re still sitting here recovering? Where is he? Where’s the murderous villain? You let him escape?"

One Golden Armor man roared angrily.

Leng Huancheng, Frost Legion commander, Leng Mingliang’s father.

After learning that his son had been slain, Leng Huancheng had gone straight to the Enforcement Legion commander for this region, demanding that Jiang Chen be executed. The Enforcement Legion commander, not knowing what had happened, calmed Leng Huancheng down and personally rushed over.

Swoosh swoosh!

The sound of air being torn rang out as two figures in white armor charged over from the plains.

Wu Haifeng turned and glanced at them, his brows lightly knitting. These two were Frost Legion soldiers who had followed behind him and the others ever since he took Jiang Chen and his group away; after Jiang Chen’s group entered the battlefield, these two had also been following from afar.

"Greetings, General!"

The two arrived at the mountainside and cupped their fists, bowing to Leng Huancheng.

"Where did that gang of villains go? Did they run?"

Leng Huancheng stared fixedly at the two soldiers, speaking with deep undertones.

The two soldiers hesitated, exchanged a look, and one of them bowed: "General, they didn’t run. They’ve already returned!"

"Didn’t run? They never tried to escape? Are you sure?"

Leng Huancheng’s face sank as he barked.

"General Leng, what are you trying to imply?"

The Silver Armor woman spoke coldly: "This is the Taiji Legion’s station. There isn’t a single person in the Taiji Legion camp; obviously they went out together with those seven punished men. What? You think the Taiji Legion collectively defected?"

Leng Huancheng frowned, glanced at the Silver Armor woman, then turned to the Golden Armor general of the Enforcement Legion: "General Feng Lin, since when has it been allowed for a legion to assist in punishing criminals? A legion helps him kill enemies, and a punishment of ten thousand battle merits turns into a joke?"

"General Leng, a legion helping a punished man kill enemies would indeed be a joke. But what if the legion only surrounds the stragglers and cleans up the battlefield?"

Wu Haifeng cast a detached look at Leng Huancheng, then turned and cupped his fists to the Golden Armor Enforcement general: "General Sun, that Jiang Chen..."

To help his own general make the right decision, Wu Haifeng recounted everything from the moment Jiang Chen landed to the point where he alone wiped out the Dark Night Legion. While he was speaking, he didn’t notice that when he mentioned Jiang Chen having once fought in a blood-colored space, General Sun’s expression had already changed!

"What did you just say? Cumulative merits in the tens of millions!?"

"He’s a Ten-Thousand Seal Array Master!?"

Leng Huancheng and the Silver Armor woman both cried out in shock.

Leng Huancheng’s gaze turned vicious. A Ten-Thousand Seal Array Master—if a major legion learned of him, they’d surely treat him as an honored guest. In that case, his son...

"No! This punishment for Jiang Chen is far too easy. He’s an Array Master; we can’t just punish him with ten thousand battle merits!"

Leng Huancheng barked.

"Insolence!"

General Sun’s face changed; he shouted angrily, glaring hard at Leng Huancheng: "Leng Huancheng, are you saying Lord War God is unjust?"

Wu Haifeng and the others all changed expression, their eyes filled with anger as they glared at Leng Huancheng; strands of killing intent faintly rose from their bodies.

"No! That’s not what I meant, I..."

Leng Huancheng’s face shifted, and he hurriedly waved his hands.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

Just then, the sound of air splitting rose again as a large group of figures leaped toward the mountainside from the plains below.

"Everyone, return to the station and sort the spoils of war!"

Noticing the people on the mountainside, Zhang Sanfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and called out loudly.

"Don’t go wandering off after we’re back; we still need to distribute rewards by merits!"

A light laugh rang out.

"Yes!"

A resounding response echoed; the large group of figures swept over the peak, while nine figures flew toward the mountainside.

"I, old Zhang, am Zhang Sanfeng, commander of the Taiji Legion. May I know who the three of you are..."

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at the three—Leng Huancheng and his companions—and cupped his fists.

"Greetings, General Zhang. I am Sun Fenglin, commander of the Enforcement Legion; this is my daughter, Sun Qianhua. And this is Leng Huanfeng, General Leng, commander of the Frost Legion."

General Sun smiled lightly as he returned the salute.

"Commander of the Frost Legion?"

Zhang Sanfeng slightly furrowed his brows and turned to look at Leng Huancheng.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen and the others all looked toward Leng Huancheng.

"Which one of you is Jiang Chen?"

Leng Huancheng’s expression chilled as he swept a gloomy gaze over Jiang Chen and his people.

"I am."

Jiang Chen looked at Leng Huancheng calmly.

"You killed my son!"

Leng Huancheng glared at Jiang Chen, his face like frost, icy killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Oh."

Jiang Chen gave a flat response, then turned and walked toward Wu Haifeng.

"What kind of attitude is that?"

Leng Huancheng’s face changed; he shouted angrily, his aura erupting sharply.

"If you want to die, just make a move. Earning a hundred thousand battle merits is still quite easy for me."

Jiang Chen halted, turned his head, and looked coldly at Leng Huancheng.

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