"Vulgar? Rude of me?" No one knew which wire had crossed, but Kàn Huá slapped Odor across the face: "I have a noble title, do you know that?"

Gu Xiechén squinted his eyes in pain, offering a silent condolence to Odor. Truthfully, Kàn Huá's slap hadn't used much force; this palm carried perhaps only two to three hundred jin, insignificant compared to Kàn Huá's usual strikes of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of jin. Yet, this single slap sent Odor flying more than a foot off the ground, spinning wildly before landing two meters away. His fair, delicate, handsome face, sculpted like a statue, instantly turned mottled blue and purple.

Odor whimpered a few times, opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva mixed with over a dozen large teeth. Utterly panicked, Odor stared blankly at the teeth lying on the ground, suddenly rolled his eyes back, and fainted.

Gu Xiechén stood up and shrugged helplessly toward the dumbfounded Fú Yǎ, Míng: "I apologize, Your Highness, my senior brother is... a bit impulsive!"

Fú Yǎ, Míng glared furiously at Gu Xiechén, taking a sharp step forward, pointing a finger directly at the tip of Gu Xiechén's nose: "You—" Gu Xiechén spread his hands helplessly; he truly couldn't control Kàn Huá! However, this girl was truly tall, barely half a fist shorter than Gu Wūchén. Considering Gu Wūchén cultivated the Hányuán True Canon until achieving an Innate Body, his height was already considered quite tall among normal Earthlings. Fú Yǎ, Míng's figure was indeed exceptionally slender and towering!

Clatter! The two hundred soldiers brought by Fú Yǎ, Míng finally reacted. About a dozen soldiers rushed to help Odor, while the rest raised their personal firearms and formed a perfect circle, surrounding the three of Gu Wūchén's group.

"Heh heh... Hahahaha!" Kàn Huá laughed again, bent over backward, grabbing Dukat's belt and roaring: "They, they formed a circular encirclement around us? Aren't they afraid of accidentally hitting their own comrades? Oh dear gods, don't they know to form an equilateral triangle encirclement?"

Dukat sighed softly, clenching his fists. A faint silver light flickered between his brows; he was ready to unleash his full power.

"You—" Fú Yǎ, Míng was agitated by Kàn Huá's laughter, angrily pushing Gu Xiechén's chest with one finger.

Gu Xiechén stood firmly rooted. Fú Yǎ, Míng, however, was thrown back a step by the recoil force. Fú Yǎ, Míng looked at Gu Xiechén in surprise. Gu Wūchén looked at her with equal astonishment: "I apologize, truly, I offer my deepest apologies, Honorable Highness, but..."

"Are these your soldiers?" He glanced at the Yaphic soldiers standing in their standard circular formation.

Fú Yǎ, Míng puffed out her chest proudly, declaring with great pride: "That's right! They are my most loyal and elite warriors!"

Sweeping his divine sense over this group of so-called most loyal and elite soldiers, Gu Wūchén mocked them without mercy: "They look like a troop of Boy Scouts!" The strength of these soldiers was extremely weak. Perhaps because the gravity here was one and a half times standard Earth gravity, the physique of the local people was generally slightly stronger than Earthlings, but only to a limited extent; their physical fitness was roughly 1.8 to 2.2 times that of normal Earth Federation common citizens. As for these so-called elite soldiers, their stamina was only about 2.5 to 3 times that of Earth Federation common citizens!

Elite soldiers, and the soldiers of a resistance movement led by a princess of the kingdom: ";001...;001" their stamina was only slightly better than the common populace of the Kingdom. Translated into Terran terms, this group of soldiers amounted to the skill level of community patrol officers, perhaps even less! Judging by the way they held their guns, they were all rookies who should be thrown back to the recruit camp for retraining!

Boy Scouts? The Yaphic Kingdom didn't have this term, but Fú Yǎ, Míng understood the meaning of this newly cobbled-together word. Fú Yǎ, Míng's face instantly flushed crimson. She pointed at Gu Xiechén and roared: "Don't you dare slander my warriors!"

Whoosh, whoosh! Several high-energy laser beams shot in from afar. The soldiers belonging to Prince Daogen had finally arrived on the hillside near the village. They fired a few wild high-energy laser beams from a distance, but their aim was woefully off. All the high-energy lasers passed high over the treetops, vanishing somewhere else.

Fú Yǎ, Míng frowned. She snatched a personal firearm from a nearby soldier and shouted: "Warriors of the Kingdom, follow me!"

Without waiting for the soldiers to react, Fú Yǎ, Míng, gritting her teeth, held the assault rifle with an impeccably standard firing posture and rapidly advanced toward the approaching enemy.

To the utterly astonished gazes of Gu Xiechén, Kàn Huá, and Dukat, these 'loyal' and 'elite' Kingdom soldiers simultaneously slung their rifles onto their backs, drew out shimmering white metal rods from their waists—thicker than a wrist and about a foot and a half long—and followed Fú Yǎ, Míng. The soldiers, without knowing which button they pressed on the metal cylinders, unleashed dazzling blue electrical arcs that instantly coalesced into high-pressure light swords, each about 1.3 meters long.

"Good stuff!" Gu Xiechén exclaimed in surprise.

"Damn it! Their... their lightsaber technology is even more advanced than mine!" Dukat's eyes glowed with fanaticism as he stared fixedly at the light swords. The Romans' lightsabers could not function without a central core for focusing laser energy, but the main body of these Yaphic soldiers' swords was actually just a cylinder. This technology was at least three generations ahead of the Romans' lightsabers!

"Hmph!" Dukat let out a deep grunt, his gaze turning somber as he followed the last Yaphic soldier.

"Robbery? Hey, you have the noble bloodline of the great Romans flowing in you! I’m an expert at this robbing business!" Kàn Huá mumbled vaguely, quickly following suit.

"I'm going crazy!" Gu Xiechén just shook his head and followed the two with dubious intentions.

The three hundred rebel soldiers also discarded their assault rifles, drew their light swords, and surged down the hillside. The rebel soldiers clad in long black robes had to be extremely cautious descending the hill because the fronts of their robes were too long; if they charged too quickly, they were likely to trip, fall, and snap their own necks. Therefore, although these rebels displayed fierce momentum, their running speed was akin to that of kindergarten children.

The warriors behind Fú Yǎ, Míng advanced with small, hurried steps. They could have taken advantage of the rebels carefully descending the hill to strike a decisive blow, but these loyal and elite Yaphic Kingdom soldiers, displaying impeccable chivalry, halted their advance a hundred meters before the base of the slope, lining up neatly in a single horizontal row.

"Pigs!" Gu Xiechén felt a prickle in his chest, almost spitting blood! If any of the great commanders in the Hell's Angels Corps back in the day had displayed such knightly spirit, Uncle Beard would have definitely tossed him straight into a maximum-security prison in the Federation!

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