Gao Wu: My freshman internship was a battle on the front lines.

Chapter 137 The Mechanical Race Prince

A middle-aged man dressed in a black combat uniform strode in.

A silver-white figure followed behind him.

"Wang Yaowu?" Zhao Gongming sat on the platform, looking at the newcomer, his expression becoming unnatural.

"Inspector Wang, you have come uninvited; this is not the proper way to treat a guest."

Wang Yaowu.

The Kyoto Inspector is from the Wang family, one of the three great families of the capital.

The Wang family wields immense power and influence in the capital, with connections reaching far and wide.

The Wang family represents the power and influence of a prominent clan.

Their stance is to unite all alien races to fight against the alien beasts.

This seems to make sense on the surface: the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

But those who truly understand know this.

The greatest threat to the Great Xia Dynasty has never been the alien beasts, but the alien races.

"If you try to get something from a tiger, you'll eventually have to feed it with your own body."

Zhao Gongming scoffed at the theories of the aristocratic families.

Wang Yaowu didn't care about Zhao Gongming's attitude at all, laughed heartily, and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Lord Zhao! Isn't today the day for the gathering of heroes from Shanhe Prefecture? I've brought our best friends from the Mechanical Race to broaden their horizons."

He stepped aside, revealing the silver-white figure behind him.

He was a young man, who looked to be in his early twenties.

His body was humanoid, entirely silver-white, with smooth lines.

Mech race.

One of the three royal families, the Silver Moon family.

Crown Prince Silver Star.

The conference room fell silent instantly.

Hundreds of eyes fell on the silver-white figure.

"This is Yin Xing, the heir of the Silver Moon family, one of the three royal families of the Machine Race."

Wang Yaowu's voice carried a boastful smugness.

"Young Master Yin Xing is a true genius! At the peak of the fifth rank, he defeated a seventh-rank Venerable. And that was a true seventh-rank Venerable!"

"Not some half-step seventh-tier Venerable!"

A collective gasp rippled through the audience.

Fifth-order reversal against seventh-order.

What's the difference between this and ants killing an elephant?

Is this mechanical prince even more formidable than Ye Feng?

Wang Yaowu continued, acting like a complete lackey.

"I just heard that Ye Feng from our Shanhe Prefecture is also a super genius who can defeat a seventh-level opponent."

"Young Master Yin Xing is itching to spar. He hopes everyone will understand."

His words seemed very polite.

His tone was full of arrogance and disdain.

Everyone present was shrewd; they could all tell what was going on.

Silver Star stood in the center of the conference hall.

His body remained completely still, without any unnecessary movements.

But that condescending attitude is more insulting than any words.

"I just don't know?" Yin Xing asked, her voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Who is Ye Feng? I'd like to spar with him. I just don't know if he dares?"

The conference room erupted in chaos.

"What the hell are these mechanical beings?!"

"How dare they act so arrogantly on our human territory? Who gave them the nerve?"

"Exactly! Why should we spar with him? Who does he think he is?"

"Why should our Great Xia sign a peace treaty with the Machine Race? Have we forgotten how the Machine Race slaughtered our human borders back then?"

"Agreement? What agreement?" Some people still didn't know.

"News from the capital indicates that negotiations are underway with the Machine Race, and they are preparing to sign a peace agreement."

"The Machine Race promised to help Great Xia fight against the alien beasts in exchange for a piece of enclave in Great Xia."

"Bullshit!" someone nearby cursed out.

"The machine race will help us fight the alien beasts? We should be grateful they don't stab us in the back!"

"How many people died in that war decades ago? What about the grievances of those fallen soldiers? Are these deep-seated hatreds simply wiped away with a stroke of the pen?"

"Those big shots in Kyoto just sit in the city and talk, and we who fight and die on the frontier become their bargaining chips," someone said through gritted teeth.

"That damned aristocratic alliance!"

The atmosphere in the conference room grew increasingly tense.

These are the lords of the citadels, the garrison commanders, and the chiefs of the Night's Watch.

They are all veterans who have fought against the alien beasts on the front lines for decades.

They don't care about politics or the exchange of interests; they only care about one thing.

That is to protect the human race and protect the Great Xia.

Now, with a single word from the bigwigs in Kyoto, they can wipe out decades of bloody battles.

They disagreed.

Zhao Gongming sat on the platform without saying a word.

His face was ashen.

He is the Lord of Shanhe Prefecture, a Venerable of the mid-stage of the seventh rank, and his word is law in Shanhe Prefecture.

However, Wang Yaowu was sent by the capital and represented the face of the central government in the capital.

He can't turn against them.

But he couldn't bring himself to grovel before the machine race.

Seeing that no one answered, Wang Yaowu's smile widened, and his tone became even harsher.

"What? Shanhe Prefecture is so big, yet it doesn't even have a single genius willing to come out and spar?"

"Our Great Xia's geniuses certainly won't back down. But what if Ye Feng isn't? In this society, anything can be faked. Just because there's a video doesn't mean it's real?"

This statement caused an uproar in the room.

This is not just a provocation against Ye Feng, but a questioning of the integrity of the entire Shanhe Prefecture.

Those who watched the live stream were so angry their faces turned red.

Zhao Gongming's expression turned even uglier.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But a sense of powerlessness washed over me.

He didn't know how to answer.

He had seen Ye Feng's videos and heard Zhang Lizhuo's report on his abilities.

It is indeed very strong, extremely strong.

But compared to Silver Star.

They are very different.

Silver Star was already a seventh-tier Venerable when he was at the fifth tier, and now he is at the late sixth tier.

His Qi and Blood value reached a terrifying 7.5 million.

In terms of qi and blood alone, he is already on par with a mid-stage seventh-order Venerable!

His combat strength is estimated to be comparable to the late stage of the seventh rank.

Ye Feng is a genius.

But even geniuses need time to grow.

He believes that Ye Feng will be no less than any prodigy in the future.

But now Ye Feng is facing off against Yin Xing.

There is almost no chance of winning.

Wang Yaowu was still smiling.

Silver Star was standing there.

This scene!

This made all the experts in the entire Shanhe Prefecture feel extremely suppressed.

"I've never felt this frustrated before!"

"Patience, patience, patience!"

"It's not too late to take revenge when Ye Feng becomes truly powerful!"

Zhao Gongming took a deep breath, about to offer some words of reassurance.

A lazy voice came from the back row.

"Is it a fight to the death?"

The audience was silent.

Hundreds of eyes turned to the back row at the same time.

Ye Feng stood up from his seat.

He looked like he hadn't woken up properly.

Only those eyes were frighteningly bright.

Cao Keyuan sat next to him, almost dropping his teacup.

He knew Ye Feng's temper and couldn't stop him.

Director Zhou's hands were trembling slightly.

Cheng Daxiong and Xiong Chumo exchanged a glance, both seeing worry in each other's eyes.

Zhao Gongming's pupils contracted slightly.

This was the first time he had truly looked at this young man named Ye Feng.

Wang Yaowu's smile froze on his face.

He thought the people of Shanhe Prefecture would swallow their anger.

He thought Ye Feng wouldn't dare to come out and fight.

He thought he could give these "country bumpkins" a good humiliation today.

The result is.

Ye Feng not only came out, but he also immediately started talking about a "life-or-death battle".

Silver Star's blue eyes flickered.

He leaned forward slightly, as if reassessing the person in front of him.

"You want to fight me to the death?" Silver Star asked, her voice still icy.

Ye Feng looked at him, a trickle of drool running from the corner of his mouth.

"You woke me up!"

"And another thing! Don't you dare?"

"Ye Feng!" Zhao Gongming finally spoke, his voice filled with worry.

"Sit down. Don't act rashly!"

Ye Feng looked at Zhao Gongming.

"Lord Zhao," he said calmly, "they've come knocking on our door; if I don't come out, where will Shanhe Prefecture put its face?"

"And this mechanical prince is disturbing my sleep! I think he's asking for it!"

"Hehe! Interesting!" Silver Star suddenly spoke up.

"I want you to know who's courting death!"

"Who do you think you are?"

"A half-step Martial Emperor?"