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Therefore, this strike was merely a threat to the opponents, making them understand that unless the "Azure Sky Wolf" permitted, they could not hope to influence the battlefield's situation. Under Chen Xuanfeng's imposing aura, the warriors on both sides within and outside the Eight Trigram Formation, who had been locked in fierce combat, also temporarily reduced their intensity of fighting due to this sudden pressure. Instead, they turned to mutual vigilance, shifting their focus to the impending high-stakes duel.

"Very well. I believe you now understand the situation. It's not that I cannot annihilate you, but the losses would be too great. Thus, I hope to find a better resolution," Chen Xuanfeng sheathed the Tiger Soul Blade, retracting its radiant glow, and spoke condescendingly to the dozens of Warcraft Orcs before him. "So, let's make a wager—whether I can defeat all of you barehanded, without weapons, domains, or 'aura.' If I fail, I will withdraw to Fontainebleau, and henceforth, the Lieya Clan shall enjoy privileges equal to those of the Five Great Combat Race Chieftains. If you lose, you will pledge loyalty to me and obey my commands henceforth. How does that sound?"

The Warcraft Orc Warriors exchanged glances and remained silent for a moment. A leader among them, an Orc Sword Emperor, spoke gravely, "There must also be a time limit. Otherwise, the Sword Master's combat energy is inexhaustible..."

Chen Xuanfeng chuckled. "Very well. I’ve heard that Warcraft Orcs, when exhausting their magic, can sustain a peak combat form for ten minutes. Let us set the limit at ten minutes—to see if I am worthy to be your leader."

The Warcraft Orc Warriors had long realized they were backed into a corner with no alternatives. This wager was the best option available. Thus, the three leading Orc Sword Emperors nodded in unison. "Agreed! These are the terms!"

*Heroic Werewolf Scroll*, Chapter 188: Sheathing the Blade to Subdue Ten Thousand Beasts

In both Chen Xuanfeng's past life and the history of this world, decisive battles between armies often featured one-on-one duels to boost morale. Of course, this primarily occurred when the two sides were evenly matched and troop morale was volatile. If one side vastly outmatched the other or if morale was unshakable, such formalities were usually skipped in favor of immediate battle.

Yet today’s battle defied convention entirely—beginning with an all-out clash, only to pivot toward a duel of champions, where the outcome of individual combat would determine the war’s trajectory.

Though seemingly bizarre, this was logical, for the combat prowess of this world’s elites was terrifying. While they couldn’t match true armies in defensive capabilities, in sheer offensive and survivability terms, a Sword Master like Chen Xuanfeng could rival the slaughtering power of hundreds of thousands of Lion Clan warriors. Even those few dozen Warcraft Orc Warriors, if allowed to wage guerrilla warfare, could achieve feats surpassing those of entire legions.

Such disparity in strength naturally dictated unconventional tactics.

At this moment, the three Orc Sword Emperors stood side by side before Chen Xuanfeng.

The towering Lion Clan warrior on the left wielded a bronze great halberd, his body wreathed in thick, murky yellow combat energy. He declared loudly, "I am Shaklo Lieya Rhine, Orc Sword Emperor, modified with the 10th-tier low-rank earth-attribute Warcraft—'Dune Titan Beetle.' I pay my respects to the 'Celestial Saint.'"

The leaner Lion Clan warrior on the right radiated violet combat energy, gripping a lightning-wreathed longsword. He bowed slightly and said, "Freddy of the Lieya Clan, Orc Sword Emperor modified with the 10th-tier low-rank lightning-attribute Warcraft—'Nine-Crowned Thunder Roc.' I pay my respects to the 'Celestial Saint.'"

Finally, the eldest among them, a Lion Clan warrior with a dragon-claw scar across his face, nodded. "Heideman Lieya Rhine, modified with the 10th-tier mid-rank water-attribute Warcraft—Abyssal Tide Drake. I pay my respects to the 'Celestial Saint.'" His weapon was a massive flail adorned with five spiked balls.

Despite their adversarial stance, these Warcraft Orcs dared not show the slightest disrespect to Chen Xuanfeng, even openly disclosing the Warcraft they had fused with. This was not foolishness but adherence to a tradition established since the era of the "War Saint" Leimen.

In his time, Leimen had swept through the human world, slaying the Pope of the Radiant Temple atop Saint Spirit Mountain and defeating the five human Sword Masters, earning unparalleled renown. Yet what truly earned the reverence and submission of the Hundred Beast Clans was his century-long dedication to nurturing young elite warriors. To this day, nearly ninety-nine out of every hundred Beast Clan warriors who attained the ranks of Sword Master or Orc Sword Emperor had received Leimen’s guidance. Whether his disciples or not, all paid respects at the gates of the *Thousand Seas Frozen Abode*, announcing themselves before seeking his instruction—a gesture of reverence and a plea for the most thorough correction.

Though Leimen had passed, Chen Xuanfeng, as the second Beast Clan Sword Saint, inherited this legacy—an honor even the two Saint Martial Emperors, Samantha and Catherine, could not claim. Of course, compared to Leimen himself, the tradition had waned. Now, the three Orc Sword Emperors merely nodded in greeting, offering only the most basic, self-evident details. Yet even this was unimaginable for most—certainly beyond the reach of Beria, the newly appointed Lieya Clan patriarch and nominal liege of these Warcraft Orcs.

Though Chen Xuanfeng inherited Leimen’s prestige, he knew this was mere formality—they did not truly regard him as the "War Saint." Thus, he returned a slight nod. "Saint Martial Warrior Xuanfeng Blizzard Wolf looks forward to your challenge."

"Let us begin—!"

The first to strike was the earth-attribute Warcraft Orc Shaklo, wielding his great halberd. Unlike the crescent-bladed halberds of Chen Xuanfeng’s past life, this weapon bore outward-curving axe blades shaped like lion heads, studded with four or five amber energy crystals. Were it not for the elongated, gleaming spearhead, it could almost pass for a polearm. His opening move spanned dozens of meters in an instant, the halberd sweeping upward from below, its edge tearing through the earth and kicking up a storm of dust. His combat energy solidified into a true halberd alongside dozens of energy clones, all hurtling toward Chen Xuanfeng amidst the debris.

Meanwhile, Freddy, wielding the lightning-purple blade, moved even faster. Though he had stood still when Shaklo charged, his purple lightning arc had already curved behind the Werewolf Sword Saint before the bronze halberd could strike, loosing a crackling slash at Chen Xuanfeng’s nape.