At the center of the collision, the raging energy cleared away all excess debris.
A figure stood silently in that area. It was an extremely handsome young man. He possessed long, dazzling platinum-gold hair, and his pupils were also platinum-gold. His imposing physique was almost perfectly proportioned. His entire body was covered in brilliant platinum-gold divine runes. This radiance plated his entire body with a dazzling platinum-gold hue.
He stood silently in that starry sky, like a noble, unique, magnificent, and glorious platinum sun.
"It's him?!"
Upon seeing the young man's appearance, everyone in the combat preparation hall was stunned. Even Wu Tian and Pablo, both at level 13, had a flicker in their eyes.
Although his appearance and temperament had changed, everyone could still recognize him. This handsome young man, standing tall in the starry sky like a primordial deity, was the very person Anon Turing had brought into the war preparedness hall. He was also the way to solve the situation mentioned by Haiji Dao.
So, the crimson streak that swept through the pirate horde earlier was him? When did he set sail?
While everyone was still stunned, they suddenly noticed another figure not far from the handsome young man. This figure was familiar to everyone. It was the level 13 martial arts expert from the pirate side. And when everyone saw his current state, they held their breath slightly.
He was in a rather disheveled state. His chest was deeply caved in, revealing a hole that was almost completely punched through from front to back. Both arms were twisted and broken, the palms completely gone, with flesh sprouting rapidly from them. His face was ashen, his eyes fixed on the handsome young man before him. His face was filled with resentment and hatred, along with a hint of shock.
Anyone could see it. This guy had suffered a great loss in the clash just now! In other words, this handsome young man at level 12 had completely overwhelmed a level 13 martial arts expert in a head-on confrontation!
"Hiss—"
Instantly, a series of gasps echoed throughout the large war hall. Except for Haiji Dao and Anon Turing, who were already familiar with Lu Sheng's strength, almost everyone else wore a deep look of shock. Even Wu Tian and Pablo were slightly moved.
The blue-haired girl Zoe, standing next to Pablo, stared at the virtual screen, her expression surprised, her mouth slightly agape.
"This guy... he is actually *this* strong?!"
As a top genius in a starry sky, a possessor of an Immortal-level Extraordinary Physique, Zoe had absolute confidence in her talent and strength. She knew that Anon Turing, the disciple of Haiji Dao, was also a remarkable Immortal-level martial arts genius, but still a bit inferior to herself.
Even with Zoe's pride, she admitted she couldn't directly confront a level 13 opponent at her current stage. In fact, if a fight broke out, escaping from a level 13 opponent was questionable. Yet this handsome young man before her had actually done it. This was not possible. A strange sense of resentment and defeat had started welling up within her.
Everyone in the hall stared blankly at the handsome young man on the screen. Suddenly, they remembered what Haiji Dao had said earlier: although the other party was only level 12, his strength was considerable and he might be able to help the Star Spirit Flower overcome its current predicament.
At that time, everyone had scoffed at this. But now… they seemed to understand why Haiji Dao had spoken that way.
Confronting a level 13 pirate head-on at level 12 and gain the upper hand. Such combat power, ignoring the vast gap between level 12 and 13, meant he could be considered a genuine level 13 expert.
Adding the three level 13 pirates on the Star Spirit Flower's side, it seemed there really was a chance to break through the current predicament! Many people in the hall realized this, and their expressions brightened.
Meanwhile, Wu Tian and Pablo had already appeared beside Haiji Dao.
"Pablo and I, working together, should be able to hold off two level 13 pirates," Wu Tian said, glancing at the handsome young man on the screen and looking at Haiji Dao in a consultative tone.
Pablo nodded, agreeing in a deep voice, "I have a secret technique that can suppress injuries for a short time, restoring my strength to eighty percent."
Zi Yanxin also leaned in excitedly, her voice trembling with emotion, and spoke up. "I can handle the Star Spirit Flower! I should be able to hold off one level 13 star pirate too! Your disciple is already tying up one. The last level 13..."
Wu Tian's eyes flashed with sharp focus as he addressed Haij Dao: "You choose one."
All eyes in the combat hall fixed on Haiji Dao, their gazes burning with anticipation. They had thought abandoning ship was their only escape route, yet now a new hope emerged—the possibility of breaking through with the ship intact. And it was a strong hope. How could this not fill everyone with exhilaration and delight?
All they needed was Haiji Dao's nod, and the elite warriors would swiftly devise an escape plan. But what no one could have anticipated was this: From start to finish, Haij Dao's expression remained utterly unreadable. His gaze stayed fixed on the virtual screen before him until the others grew impatient. Only then did he slowly withdraw his eyes. Turning his head, he paused in silence before speaking: "I think... it's unnecessary."
"Huh?!"
Haiji Dao's response stunned everyone. Wu Tian and Pablo's brows furrowed instantly. Zi Yanxin grew even more anxious and blurted out, "Lord Haiji Dao, I pledge, on the honor of the Star Spirit Flower family, after this the gratitude and rewards you and your disciples receive will absolutely satisfy you."
"That's not the issue." Haiji Dao shook his head.
"Then what do you mean?" Wu Tian spoke in a low voice. "If you have any request, tell us. Time is tight, and prime opportunities are fleeting. You come from the Interdimensional Battlefield—you should know this better than I do, Haiji Dao"
Zi Yanxin quickly added, "If it's because I underestimated the strength of the Master and his disciples earlier, I wish to apologize."
Pablo pondered, seeming to want to say something too, but Haiji Dao waved his hand, silencing everyone. Then he spoke softly.
"You misunderstand. What I meant was, there's no need to go out, nor to devise any plans..."
Haiji Dao pointed at the virtual screen before him, where a youth stood as majestic and noble as a celestial deity, speaking each word deliberately: "Entrust everything to him. That is sufficient. He alone should be able to handle it. Oh, and..."
His gaze swept over the assembled figures before him. After a moment's thought, he added, "There's one thing I should clarify with all of you. He... is not actually my disciple. Nor do I have the qualifications... to be his teacher."
With that, Haiji Dao ignored the reactions of those present, turning his attention back to the images unfolding on the light screen. Anon Turing shrugged, smiled, and followed suit. The rest of the group, including Zi Yanxin and Wu Tian, were stunned by his words.
Entirely hand over the battlefield to him? Completely hand over five level 13 Star Pirates to a level 12 young martial artist to deal with? How was he supposed to handle that? Handle it with his head? And what did he mean by "not my disciple"? What exactly was this young man's background and identity?
A profound sense of bewilderment and absurdity welled up within each of them. But before they could recover or press Haiji Dao for clarification, their vision was already consumed by an overwhelmingly brilliant light emanating from the virtual projection before them.
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End of chapter #612 / Adapted and shared by dhoo