1285 Let's See How Long He Can Remain Arrogant.
Round Ball felt emotional. Many thoughts went through its head.
If Nangong Yue had that ability, he wouldn't have been tricked and killed.
Comparisons were scary.
The latter may well have been a talent but he was nothing compared to Wang Teng.
"Is the National Military Medal that impressive?" Wang Teng asked in his heart.
"It's a symbol of identity and honor. You can't put it that coarsely," Round Ball replied angrily.
"We need to face reality. Honors are fake; it's better to be realistic," Wang Teng said.
Round Ball's mouth moved but he didn't know how to refute.
This is infuriating!
He ignored Wang Teng.
"Hey, you haven't told me what that medal is good for," Wang Teng asked, feeling agitated when he saw the small guy go silent.
The more Round Ball said, the more curious he got.
That medal sounds amazing. It must come with some special perks for those who have it.
"You can check by yourself," Round Ball replied furiously.
Wang Teng: (•́へ•́╬)
General Cameron didn't offer any further explanation. Wang Teng would have to rely on his own performance to see if he could get said medal in the end.
But, everyone felt jealous after hearing what he said, including General Qi Yuanju and the other generals. They didn't have the National Military Medal but had a good chance to receive it.
Berkeley and Haus were no exception; their eyes almost turned red in envy.
All of them were military martial warriors, so it was normal for them to yearn to receive the highest recognition.
However—before they could see any signs of getting the medal—the young man already had a shot at it.
In comparison, they felt they had nothing to be proud of.
The briefing ended and the generals left the commanding hall. Berkeley and Haus went over to greet Wang Teng and introduced themselves.
"Colonel Wang Teng, congratulations!" said Berkeley.
"Congratulations to you, too," Wang Teng replied with a smile. Never slap a smiling person.
Berkeley felt the corners of his eyelids twitching.
Why did you congratulate me?
What's there to congratulate?
They were the ones who lost terribly.
Haus wanted to say his praises too, but he hurriedly swallowed his words. He couldn't say it out loud anymore.
Wang Teng could choke someone with words alone.
"If you have time, come and visit the Red Scorpion Force," Berkeley said with a bitter smile. He would have left grumbling, but he knew that the young man wasn't doing it on purpose.
"Definitely, definitely," Wang Teng replied politely.
"You should also come and visit the Raging Bear Force if you have the time," Haus said.
They were jealous but they couldn't ignore Wang Teng's potential, so they chose to maintain a good relationship with him. They wouldn't act on impulse.
"All right, all right." Wang Teng nodded hurriedly.
The older pair felt at a loss when they saw how polite he was.
They thought that Colonel Wang Teng was strange for some reason; his way of doing things was vastly different from the norm.
They bid farewell after some polite exchange.
Wang Teng met up with his deputies and prepared to head back to their camp. His lodging had been moved, being more comfortable than before.
His five followers were astounded when they heard about Wang Teng's promotion.
A jump of two ranks!
Our commander is amazing!
Skipping a rank was rare. Normal martial warriors would have a hard time moving up a single rank, especially after becoming major.
Once the colonel rank was reached, the next was to become a general. Every general had to possess heaven stage ability and earn numerous merits. Not everyone could fulfill those requirements.
That is why the promotion to colonel was strict. One level was hard enough, let alone two.
…
A figure rushed out and blocked Wang Teng's path as soon as they got to their camp. It was a young man.
There were a bunch of martial warriors behind the young fellow.
The guy looked at Wang Teng indifferently and asked, "Are you Wang Teng?"
Wang Teng squinted as he sized up the newcomer, immediately recognizing him.
The Parkers Family!
He was bald, and there was a crimson flame symbol on his forehead. He wasn't muscular, and looked no different from a normal person, aside from being a little taller. With a sharp and angular face, he gave off a cold and distant aura.
"Why are you looking for me?" Wang Teng wouldn't show a welcoming attitude to the Parkers Family.
The young man glanced around him and said in a demanding tone, "I have something to tell you. Ask them to leave."
"Hmph~" Wang Teng snorted.
"Why are you laughing?" The young man frowned with disdain.
"Can I ask you a question?" Wang Teng asked.
"What?" The young man furrowed his brow even more violently. However, he curbed his impatience when he remembered the reason he went there.
"What are you?" Wang Teng asked calmly.
"You're tempting fate!" The young man was infuriated. His gaze turned sharp.
Boom!
An immense pressure surged out of his body and swarmed towards Wang Teng.
"How dare you!"
Huo Qiya and the others shouted when they saw this happen. They took a step forward and a powerful aura erupted from their bodies.
Wang Teng had gained their recognition.
He was the commander of the Tiger Strike Force, the backbone of their team. No one could offend him.
Furthermore, Wang Teng was speaking up for them. That youngster was looking down on them, ordering them to leave as if they were servants.
It was too much.
They would have flared up if Wang Teng wasn't there.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Five auras exploded and clashed with the other party.
"Hmph!" The young man snorted. His gaze flashed and his aura increased further.
Boom!
Huo Qiya and the others couldn't resist; they were forced to take a few steps back.
They stared at the young man in astonishment.
Who is this?
How could he possess such ability being so young?
What's more, he was only a cosmos stage martial warrior. He was already capable of facing off against five cosmos stage martial warriors on his own.
Boom!
At that moment—Wang Teng took a step forward and released a bloodlusting intent, which collided with the young man's aura.
A dull thud was heard.
The young offender's expression changed somewhat, and he took half a step back. He stared at Wang Teng with a distorted expression.
The young man's helpers shouted and gathered, "How dare you!"
There were more than ten of them; each of them was giving off a celestial realm aura. One was at the cosmos stage.
All of them gave Wang Teng cold stares. They took out weapons and pointed at the latter.
They would have no qualms to attack if the young man ordered them to do so.
"Who gave the guts to parade right in front of the Tiger Strike Force camp?" A cold glint flashed passed Wang Teng's eyes. He shouted, "get ready!"
Boom!
All the martial warriors in the camp had already noticed the situation at the entrance. Thus, they rushed without hesitation upon hearing their leader calling.
Five thousand celestial stage martial warriors scattered in the sky, completely surrounding the place.
The other party didn't expect such development. Their expressions changed as they stared at the deployed figures in the air. Cold sweat dripped down their foreheads.
Wang Teng tilted his head and asked, "Are you planning to gang up on me?"
Silence.
F**K, who's the one doing the ganging up?
This person is a little shameless.
"I'm a fair person. Since you want to gang up on me, I'll gang up on you. Come, don't be a coward," said Wang Teng.
Everyone: …
Fair your head!
There are five thousand people against less than a hundred. Is this what you call fair?
Do you have a misunderstanding of what fair means?
"Wang Teng, don't go overboard," the young man said in a cold voice. His expression had turned hideous by then.
"Me?" Wang Teng scoffed and said, "You came to my place looking for trouble, and now you're saying that I'm going overboard?"
He waved a hand and shouted, "Take them down!"
"Yes!" the five thousand martial warriors replied in unison and soared into the sky. They were about to make their move.
"What's happening?"
"Who angered the Tiger Strike Force?"
"Oh my, they are looking for death. Who gave them the courage to make trouble at their doorstep?"
…
Many martial warriors close by were attracted by the commotion. They started discussing when they saw the confrontation.
"Wang Teng, how dare you!" The young man's expression changed. His pupils constricted violently. He didn't expect Wang Teng to attack for real, so he hurried to shout, "I, Swait, came under the Third Prince's orders. I just want to make a deal with you. Please don't misunderstand."
"The Third Prince!" Wang Teng squinted.
Aside from the imperial family, no one would call himself a prince.
This young guy from the Parkers family came on the Third Prince's behalf? This is unexpected.
The expressions of Huo Qiya and the other deputies changed. They were now hesitant.
They knew what the Third Prince's name entailed.
The imperial family!
The Tiger Strike Force couldn't afford to provoke them.
Huo Qiya and the others looked at Wang Teng.
"Wang Teng, don't be reckless. The imperial family is not like dealing with the grand dukes. We can't touch them easily," Round Ball said in Wang Teng's mind, sounding agitated.
"I know what I'm doing." Wang Teng stopped and pondered for some time. Then, he asked, "You came on the Third Prince's orders? What proof do you have?"
Swait heaved a sigh of relief when he saw them stopping. The arrogant and indifferent expression returned when he replied, "This is the Third Prince's token."
He took out an emblem and waved it in front of Wang Teng.
The object had the carving of a black divine beast. That was the Great Qian Empire's divine beast, the Kunwu Beast!
The creature had eight horns.
Every time the creature's power increased by a level, it would grow an extra horn on its head.
There was only one horn on Wang Teng's baron token. Eight horns represented the imperial family.
Only the highest nobility had the right to use the eight-horn Kunwu Beast.
If someone dared to make a counterfeit… that person would be looking for death.
This could only mean that the item genuinely belonged to the prince.
"What does the Third Prince want me to do?" Wang Teng asked with a sharp glint in his eyes.
"I can only tell you in private," Swait said coldly.
"I'm leaving if you don't say it," Wang Teng replied nonchalantly.
"You!" Swait was furious. He was under the Third Prince's wing, so he was often treated with respect, even by heaven stage martial warriors. However, Wang Teng kept on insulting him. It was infuriating.
He snorted and made a decision. After making the deal, he would go back and complain about Wang Teng's haughtiness to the Third Prince. Let's see how long he can act arrogantly.
He took a deep breath and said using voice transmission, "Wang Teng, my father is one of the Third Prince's men. The prince wants me to tell you that he doesn't mind owing you a favor if you withdraw your charges against my father in the military court."
"Crofts?" Wang Teng asked.
"Yes," Swait replied.
Wang Teng snorted. No wonder he didn't dare to say it in the open; it would be a direct provocation to the military court if he said it aloud. Even the Third Prince wouldn't be able to bear with the consequences.
"You are privileged to receive a favor from the Third Prince. Don't be insensible," Swait continued when he didn't receive a reply.
One favor and he wants me to drop the charges? He thinks too highly of himself. Wang Teng remained expressionless, but anger was already boiling in his heart.
"This is too much!" Round Ball was also furious, but felt helpless at the same time.
Their opponent was the Third Prince, a true member of the imperial family; it was a contender with an extremely noble status and great power, not someone whom Wang Teng could oppose.
