Sky-cracking Rider

Chapter 406 Section 402 - Tactical Style

Chen Fei answered fiercely.

"Damn it, I'm not running a charity or poverty alleviation program, why should I explain the grand principles to these guys?" he thought. He would definitely not indulge those who needed sorting out.

Whatever mistakes there are, he could change them in the next life. Forgiveness? That had nothing to do with him!

Adrian exclaimed anxiously, "What? You, you really don't need to do this!"

Exterminating a whole tribe just for an antidote seems way too cruel!

There should be better ways to persuade them.

Chen Fei stopped, turned around, and looked at the First Rank fire mage. He countered, "What else can I do? Just before, when you spoke, did they listen?"@@@@

"..."

Adrian was speechless.

The truth was, these people, thinking they had autonomy over their little piece of land, didn't take Team 04 seriously at all.

Being too rigid can sometimes be a flaw.

"That settles it then!"

Chen Fei shrugged his shoulders and continued walking forward.

Having already dismissed Bassan, the clan leader, why should he be nice to Team 04? Not detaining them on the spot was already giving face to the Blue Star Global United Defense Committee.

It must be said that the Neanderthal tribe's high command had reached a considerable level of chaos, with the younger members not even considering their elders, which explained why the tribe members scattered like sand to various parts of the world, with even the entire large tribe migrating to other planets.

"That's right, no need to be polite with these shortsighted folks. Abandoning Bassan's people must come at a cost."

A-rated Metal Ability User Kiterley gave Chen Fei a thumbs up. This was the stance a Metal Ability User should take: resolute and unyielding. If they don't accept it, just fight them to the death.

There's no need to overthink it, just do it!

"Heh heh!"

The Holy Knight responded to Kiterley's extreme remarks with an ambiguous laugh.

The group boarded the Mobile Base Vehicle again, guided by the female tour guide Cosina, heading to the arena within the preserve.

No sooner had they left than the members of the Supreme Council exchanged glances among themselves and also left their seats as elders, rushing to the arena as well.

The entire building was left with only a few guardian warriors, and no one else.

The Neanderthal tribe's arena was almost as big as a stadium that could hold twenty thousand people, usually used as a sports venue.

However, in the center of the arena, instead of a lush green lawn, there was white fine sand mixed with large amounts of salt, which became particularly startling when blood was spilled on it.

When Team 04 arrived at the arena, Kro clan's warrior Clemas was already standing early on the white sand, clad in traditional armor, leaning on a trident, with a blood-red headband tied around his forehead.

Perhaps hearing about a challenge for the clan leader's position, people gradually arrived at the arena.

There were pure-blooded Neanderthals, mixed-bloods, and even foreign people who were working and touring here, men and women, old and young, slowly filling the spectator seats of the arena.

The local TV station even sent hosts, set up equipment, and began a live broadcast on the spot.

Another loud sound.

Chen Fei, along with his spear, was again forced backward more than a dozen steps. When he landed on the white sand, he slid over a meter before stopping.

Not far away in the nearest spectator seats, the faces of Squad 04 looked rather unwell.

"Huh? What's going on! Can Chen Fei make it?!"

Class A Metal Ability User Kiterley, seeing his little brother continuously pushed back, scratched his head in confusion, wishing he could replace Chen Fei and battle that arrogant Neanderthal warrior for three hundred rounds.

"If we used the railgun, I guess one shot could reduce that Clemas guy to ash on the spot."

The Puppet Master, Joshua, felt that Chen Fei was hamstrung in this battle, stupidly brawling with the Neanderthal brute without being able to wield any of his advantages.

After a thought, he added, "Err, Chen Fei would probably turn to ash too!"

"He's done this before, with the 'Dragon Slayer Missile'!"

Adrian suddenly remembered this particular incident.

Squad 04 fell into a momentary silence.

"Chen Fei should switch to heavy armor; otherwise, continuing like this, he'll be at a significant disadvantage!"

Twin Blades Sister Mouri Misono, an expert in close combat, felt that in terms of cold weapon combat techniques, Chen Fei was far inferior to his opponent.

Although a bit harsh, it was the blunt truth.

In the numerous times she and Chen Fei sparred, nearly all the time, the latter was always being hit, barely even having the chance to strike back.

"Heavy tank tactics, indeed!"

The Holy Knight nodded.

Everyone simultaneously thought of the Mobile Base Vehicle parked outside the arena. With its eighty tons of armor plus a railgun capable of a one-hit-kill, that indeed fit Chen Fei's style.

Resilient, tough, either not striking at all or smashing the opponent with one blow—such a tactical approach was truly Chen Fei's style.

Center of the Arena.

The Trident waved like the wind, and an excited Clemas, eyeing Chen Fei who was continuously retreating almost to the edge of the white sand, enunciated, "You, are, about, to, lose! Secret Technique..."

He planned to end the duel with a Secret Technique swiftly, as a returning courtesy for battling with him.

"Secret Technique: Fight to the Death!"

The two burst out shouting simultaneously, unleashing their Secret Techniques.

One's War Pattern was like blood, almost covering his entire body with a crimson light, while the other's red War Pattern burst into dazzling silver light.

"What the devil?!"

Kro Clan Elder Motong leaped from his seat.

The other clan elders nearby were also making faces as if they had seen a ghost.

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