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Chapter 1456: You’re Wrong About That

Just now, he originally intended to take the opportunity to kill Wang Daoxuan on this battlefield, to eliminate a general from the opposing side and weaken their combat power. Unexpectedly, Wang Daoxuan was so shameless that he directly retreated to his camp, admitting defeat.

Even though Nicola wanted to continue the pursuit, seeing Xiao Zheng and the others eyeing him like tigers, he didn’t dare in his heart. Deep within enemy lines, even for a master like him, it wouldn’t be good.

"Hahaha, the Human Clan certainly are a bunch of cowards!" If he couldn’t chase them down, he might as well take verbal jabs. Nicola immediately taunted loudly.

The Blood Clan Warriors and Wolf Clan Warriors behind him all shouted, spewing all sorts of mockery and insults.

And because of Wang Daoxuan’s escape, their previously low morale from two duel losses was now greatly lifted.

Each werewolf and Blood Clan warrior roared with excitement.

The Human Clan stood in silence.

Everyone looked at Wang Daoxuan with complicated expressions, some not even concealing their disdainful and scornful looks. No one likes a deserter.

However, Wang Daoxuan was still a Peak Martial Saint, so despite the dissatisfaction in their hearts, no one dared to express it. After all, provoking him could lead to serious consequences.

Wang Daoxuan’s face was flushed, and he lowered his head, clasping his fists to Xiao Zheng, "Ashamed, truly ashamed."

"You have it wrong,"

Xiao Zheng shook his head, speaking in a deep voice, "Victory and defeat are common in warfare, Brother Dao doesn’t need to mind. Moreover, though you lost, you did not fail entirely.

"You tremendously depleted Nicola’s combat power. For a Peak Martial Saint like Nicola, every bit of strength we weary from him increases our hope for victory!

"The essence of battle is not about winning or losing your life but making the opponent bleed while you remain intact. Your safe return is a victory of its own!"

Hearing this, Wang Daoxuan was incredibly moved. He hadn’t expected Xiao Zheng not only to avoid blame but also to encourage him warmly.

His lips trembled, and his Dao heart, which had been honed for nearly a century, shook with emotion.

He suddenly shouted loudly, "Evil God, you need not say more. Once I rest for a moment and my strength recovers, I will certainly return to kill the enemy, fight to the death, and never surrender!"

Xiao Zheng smiled slightly and said, "Brother Dao, if you have such a heart, it is truly a blessing for our Huaxia Martial Arts Alliance Army!"

Wang Daoxuan clasped his hands without further words and sat cross-legged on the ground to heal. In his earlier battle with Nicola, to escape smoothly, he directly clashed with three Netherworld God phantoms, suffering significant physical impact. At this moment, his strength was almost entirely exhausted and required some time to recover before he could regain his fighting spirit and fight again.

Ruan Qingfeng and Yue Qianshan saw this scene and their eyes were filled with admiration, even a hint of fanaticism on their faces.

Others might not feel it deeply, but as Masters of Holy Land, they had a profound understanding of the art of leadership, as demonstrated by Xiao Zheng’s wise and strategic words, which impressed them deeply.

Firstly, after Wang Daoxuan’s loss and the Huaxia Martial Arts Alliance Army’s low morale, Xiao Zheng’s words turned the defeat into a good thing by stating that it preserved fighting power, thus instantly reversing the declining morale.

Secondly, with Wang Daoxuan’s loss, he felt quite humiliated; without careful handling, he might have even fled in shame. Xiao Zheng gave him a gracious step down, leading to Wang Daoxuan’s gratitude and willingness to fight to the finish.

This kind of tactic is not something an ordinary talent could ever deploy.

"I used to think that the Evil God achieved such a grand feat with his overwhelming power in forming this Martial Arts Alliance. But now, I realize how shallow my understanding was. The Evil God’s wisdom is as vast as the ocean, even more astonishing than the strength he shows. Truly a top-notch figure!" Ruan Qingfeng couldn’t help but sigh, silently conveying his thoughts to Yue Qianshan.

Yue Qianshan nodded in deep agreement.

On the battlefield, Nicola observed the scene coldly, secretly startled, thinking how troublesome an opponent this Evil God was.

In such a promising situation, he couldn’t let it be dispelled by a few words from him.

He then laughed heartily, looked at the Huaxia Martial Arts Alliance Army with a lordly gaze, and said, "Who else among you dares to battle again?" His voice resounded like thunder far and wide.

Xiao Zheng said indifferently, "You are already seriously injured. If we send someone else, it would be bullying. Our Huaxia Alliance always fights openly and fairly; we never exploit others. Stand down and let someone else come."

Nicola’s face sank instantly!

His earlier display was to exhibit an unstoppable momentum to intimidate the opponent. But Xiao Zheng’s short speech dismantled his offensive and seized the psychological advantage!

At once, Nicola knew that in terms of sharpness of tongue, he couldn’t match the Evil God. With this consideration, he stopped dwelling on it, laughed three times, and said, "Fine, I hope the next one of you doesn’t surrender." Having said that, he retreated back to his own camp.

Beros grinned, his face full of bloodthirst, and stepped out of the army formation to the center of the battlefield. He had been holding back for a long time and was finally ready to take the field.

Seeing this person, everyone on the Huaxia side was shocked, then their eyes filled with anger.

Beros’s fearsome nature even surpassed Nicola’s. He was a formidable general within the Werewolf Clan, known for his bloodlust and brutality. Countless people in the West deeply feared him, a veritable sinister person.

Even more importantly, earlier, Beros used extremely bloody methods to massacre everyone in a village, recording it and broadcasting it to Huaxia. Any Huaxia Martial Artist with any bit of blood in them couldn’t tolerate such a bloodthirsty and cruel being, harboring an unquenchable blood vendetta.

Zuo Longyi, with a heart of purity, showed anger even in his clear eyes and stepped forward, shouting, "I will fight you!"

Beros was a Peak Martial Saint. On the Huaxia side, besides Xiao Zheng, only Zuo Longyi had the prowess of a Peak Martial Saint, so naturally, he should take action.

However, just as Zuo Longyi stepped forward, he felt an invisible hand pressing down on his shoulder. Startled, he turned back. Holding his shoulder was Xiao Zheng.

Xiao Zheng, expressionless, said, "I’ll go."

Zuo Longyi frowned and said, "You are our trump card and leader, you should hold back for the end, to guard against their contingencies."