Chapter 2545 1 versus 41

Zhang Yi turned around and addressed the crowd in the human seats: "Gentlemen, we were already at a disadvantage in today's game. If we retreat even half a step now, every step we take afterward will be forced to retreat. You all know the reasons, and so do I."

“Our great powers already occupy the most fertile lands on Earth. If Huaxu Kingdom encounters problems, you will hardly be able to escape unscathed.”

"So I'm doing this not only for the benefit of the Huaxu Kingdom, but also for you!"

Zhang Yi's gaze was deep, and the meaning behind his words was, "Don't forget, I'm your father!"

After this negotiation meeting, every country will owe me a huge favor!

Everyone understood the meaning behind Zhang Yi's words, but they also had to admit that Zhang Yi was right.

Morgan lowered his voice: "You've won one game, you've brought the venue back. Let's take another gamble, just in case..."

“I understand your concerns,” Zhang Yi nodded. “But this isn’t about ‘taking another gamble.’ It’s about showing them that six generations aren’t just strips of cloth to be kneaded!”

"Fists are the opening act of negotiations, not the closing act. We need to remove the most dangerous knife from our necks first before we can discuss the subsequent terms."

King Arthur looked at him and slowly nodded: "If this battle can earn the awe of all races, then it is certainly worthwhile. But Chaos, you..."

He was about to ask, "Are you sure?"

But when King Arthur met Zhang Yi's calm eyes hidden beneath the cold, gleaming mask of the End Demon Armor, he fell silent.

Instead, a smile appeared on her lips.

They've been friends for many years, and he knows Zhang Yi's personality all too well.

This is a guy who never puts himself in a dangerous position, can cower in the face of a strong person, and would never try to be a hero.

When he decides to do something dangerous, your first suspicion shouldn't be that he's gone mad.

Rather, it's because you severely underestimated his abilities.

It could even be said that many people present had suffered greatly because they underestimated Zhang Yi's abilities.

"I understand! Keep it up!"

Zhang Yi smiled at them: "There's nothing to worry about. I will win this battle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he faced the huge negotiating table again.

His gaze swept over the representatives of the four tribes, as if confirming the attendance list: "So—your answers?"

Gu Shan raised a hand covered by armor plates and pressed it behind him. A line of armored warriors stepped back in unison, making room for him.

His voice was like a stone striking another stone: "I agree. The boundary is Haitai, and the only way out is death or surrender! If you lose, the entire six generations of your race will be reduced in size and withdrawn proportionally!"

Guchawen said in a deep voice, "I also agree with the principles."

Kong said calmly, "I have no objection. Feng never cares whether his opponent is one or four."

Croba grinned, revealing his teeth. "I only ever care about the feeling of biting. Let's get started, don't let the blood cool down!"

All four men's eyes were filled with intense fighting spirit, and their murderous intent enveloped Zhang Yi as if they wanted to tear him apart!

None of the four of them mentioned taking turns.

After all, this battle concerns the future of their people, not their personal gains or losses.

Therefore, we cannot afford to make any mistakes, and this is not the time to play the hero!

They felt that they were much smarter and more rational than Zhang Yi.

One of the construct knights said, "Very well, we other races will be your witnesses! The four of you races will settle the score with a single battle against the Huaxu Kingdom!"

A sea breeze blew intermittently around the outer edge of the venue, causing the flags to flutter in the wind.

The elders of the Thousand Hands Clan whispered among themselves, while two cold glints were reflected in the snake eyes of the Three-Headed Clan.

On the human seats, Morgan, King Arthur, Olivier, and others exchanged glances, silently calming their nerves.

Everyone was very curious about the upcoming battle, wondering how Zhang Yi would manage to fight four strong opponents of the same level as him at the same time!

Alexei couldn't help but speak up: "Brother Chaos, what if things don't go well—"

"There won't be that 'what if' scenario."

Zhang Yi's voice was gentle, "Leave everything to me!"

I, Zhang Yi, never make mistakes. I value my own life above all else, so there's no need to doubt that I will perish.

Morgan took a deep breath: "Then we'll go with your pace!"

If Zhang Yi loses, other countries will also be at a disadvantage in territorial negotiations.

However, they cannot blame Zhang Yi. At this time, Zhang Yi seemed to have a choice, but in reality, apart from fighting, he had no choice but to give up the territory.

Perhaps from beginning to end, they had no choice but to move forward in this negotiation!

King Arthur, sword in hand, bowed to him: "Once foreign aid is permitted, I will act immediately, regardless of the cost!"

Even knowing he was no match for a knight-level opponent, he would still do everything in his power to rescue Zhang Yi.

Orib nodded slightly, the swastika drawing a simple arc on his chest: "May God be with you, and protect you in your invincible battles!"

Zhang Yi turned around, as if gently closing a door.

He raised his hand, his fingers empty, yet it was as if he were holding an invisible string.

His voice regained its usual calm and even tone:

"You four, since you believe that six generations can only be used as a seed of life, then you'll have to get past me first!"

Gu Shan nodded emphatically: "Remember every word you said."

Guchawen replied in a deep voice, "We will keep our promise and decide the ownership of the territory in this battle!"

The waves crashed against the edge of the platform, splashing up white salt that shattered into countless tiny sparkles in the sunlight.

All eyes of all races converged once more, and the air seemed to be slowly tightened by an invisible hand.

Zhang Yi and the powerful figures from the four clans left the venue and arrived at the vast grassland, where the surrounding land stretched for thousands of miles and the view was wide open.

In the air above the Australian grasslands, Zhang Yi, clad in the jet-black Armor of the End Demon God, was completely enveloped by a transparent aura of the myriad phenomena of the universe.

The four powerful clans opposite them formed an arc.

The auras of the four powerful clans converged slowly towards the center, like four walls falling from the sky.

Croba of the Fang Wolf Clan was tall and slender, with a cold glint in his wolf head and a flowing dark pattern beneath his back muscles, like lurking folds in space.

The Ironclad Clan's Gushan armor is covered with overlapping plates, black iron and dark silver stitched together, the shoulder armor raised like a mountain ridge, each step creating a subtle tremor.

The Sky Clan's Void has no fixed form; it is merely a transparent vortex that reaches the heavens, with static-filled flames hanging from its edges, and clouds and thunderous intent floating within.

Guchawen of the Titan race has a single eye as clear as a still lake, with a ring of dark gold markings around its eye socket—the markings of the "tooth of time."

The wind was a bit chilly before the battle began.

Croba laughed first, revealing his jagged fangs: "The strongest of the sixth generation, you actually dare to attempt to take on four at once? Your guts are thicker than your armor! If you kneel down now, I'll make sure you die a clean death!"