My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

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After all, he was a strong Ninth-order Martial Emperor!

Even a casual strike was not something that martial artists below the Ninth Grade could withstand!

And now, Cheng Guang, the esteemed Town-Nation Duke’s Heir, had summoned soldiers out of thin air who, working together, had managed to shatter his Divine Power attack!

How was this possible!

Zhao Jin’s mind was shocked, so much that he was somewhat at a loss for words.

What astounded him even more was that the hundred soldiers summoned by Cheng Guang still showed little signs of their fighting spirit diminishing after shattering his Divine Power attack, despite having sustained numerous injuries!

From the very beginning, there was not the slightest change.

They continued to stare at him coldly and mercilessly.

It seemed as if they were about to launch an attack on him at any moment.

Zhao Jin had to admit that even he felt a chill rise from within upon facing these hundred soldiers.

He felt.

The hundred soldiers in front of him were as cold as icebergs.

It was as if they had no hint of surplus emotion, existing solely for the sake of war!

Don’t be absurd!

Ordinary martial artists, when facing a stronger opponent of a higher realm, would inevitably feel fear, something he could understand.

But for him, a strong Ninth-order Martial Emperor, to feel a trace of fear towards a group of soldiers barely at the Eighth Rank?

If there were a thousand, or even ten thousand people, he might be afraid.

After all, with enough numbers, even if their cultivation realms were lower, they could exhaust him to death.

But there were only a hundred people.

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Zhao Jin didn’t understand!

His gaze lifted slightly, looking past the hundred soldiers to Cheng Guang at the side of the deck.

"Princely Heir, is this the extent of your tactics?"

"If you think that these people alone can stop me, then you are far too naive,"

"It’s nothing more but a futile struggle," Zhao Jin said slowly.

But Cheng Guang did not respond.

Zhao Jin felt somewhat bored, a flare of anger rising in his heart. After taking a deep breath and feeling more cautious, he stepped forward, his body flickering with the light of his Divine Power.

He launched an attack at the hundred soldiers summoned by Cheng Guang.

As Zhao Jin attacked the hundred soldiers,

The guards standing in front of Cheng Guang couldn’t help but say to him:

"Princely Heir, if you can escape now, you should leave as soon as possible,"

"We stand no chance against Zhao Jin,"

"Zhao Jin is one of Your Majesty’s men, with profound cultivation, and has been at the Ninth-order Martial Emperor Realm for many years, not comparable to the ordinary Martial Emperor of the same realm."

In response to his guards, Cheng Guang shook his head, "There’s no escape, nor is there any need to flee."

He glanced at the guards who just started to violently cough up blood due to the pressure brought on by Zhao Jin, and said:

"Stand back from me, and don’t get in the way."

Cheng Guang’s words left the guards slightly stunned.

They didn’t have time to ponder why Cheng Guang would say there was no escape needed,

Instead, they focused on how Cheng Guang had told them to stand back and not interfere.

They looked at the hundred soldiers who fearlessly attacked Zhao Jin again and bowed their heads in shame.

These guards were indeed stronger than their own Princely Heir but their tactics were too weak.

They couldn’t even compare to the soldiers summoned by the Princely Heir.

Initially, they thought about staying, thick-faced, to protect the Princely Heir,

But then they saw Cheng Guang’s serious expression, with no hint of joking or disdain for them.

It occurred to them that perhaps staying by the Princely Heir’s side truly was an interference.

And the Princely Heir’s words were likely out of concern for their safety.

Realizing this, many guards felt a warm feeling in their hearts, and several were moved to the verge of tears.

Cheng Guang didn’t give them the time to get emotional and gestured for them to go farther away.

Once the guards retreated, the deck of the Flying Boat became much emptier.

Cheng Guang’s gaze fell on Zhao Jin again.

Although the soldiers summoned by the General’s Seal were not as powerful as Zhao Jin, their fearless courage still put immense pressure on him.

Even if they couldn’t kill Zhao Jin, they could still buy some time.

They would not allow Zhao Jin to escape so easily.

Cheng Guang just stood there, watching Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin was distressed facing the relentless onslaught of the hundred soldiers.

His cultivation realm was high, and his strength was greater than the hundred soldiers Cheng Guang had summoned,

But to quickly defeat them wasn’t easy.

At the fastest, it would take two hours.

Zhao Jin was initially not in a hurry, because in his view, it would take only a few breaths to deal with Cheng Guang.

But now.

He became anxious.

In Zhao Jin’s view, if he was delayed by these hundred soldiers for two hours, and if Cheng Guang had other tactics afterward, and if this was dragged out hour by hour,

Not to mention killing Cheng Guang,

It was even questionable whether he himself could leave safely.

The sooner Cheng Guang, the Duke of the State’s Heir, was dealt with, the more time he would have to erase traces left behind, reducing the possibility of exposure later on.

Otherwise, if too much time is wasted without cleaning up the battlefield,

Even if he killed Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir, he would certainly be exposed. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

By then, Zhao Jin didn’t believe that His Majesty would protect him; His Majesty would only use him as a scapegoat to save himself.

That was his mission as a servant.

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