Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

It's strange how things unfold. The mystery surrounding the strange group grew more and more as the hours passed.

"Hey, what do you make of our good-looking guests? I don't know about you, but something about them seems off." "Agreed," One of the male soldiers nodded. "They aren't like us. Look at their uniform. Where have you seen military attire like that?" The man paused with a heavy gaze, "If you ask me, I say we shouldn't put our hope in them. What can they possibly do that we can't?" Yeah. These people came with no military-grade equipment to help in taking down whatever animal or insect was down there. It didn't make sense for them to be able to succeed tonight. Meditation! That's all these strange people have been doing since they arrived. They sat under the hot boiling sun with closed eyes and crossed legs. Just what were they thinking? The entire campsite was covered with silent chaos, and there they were, relaxing? Sorry, but they didn't believe these people would be the ones to save the day. "Leave? Leave? Who the hell are you to make us, Military from Czar country, pack up and leave the campsite?" "Exactly! My Bodinian Military will also not move!" (*#*)

The atmosphere was rowdy, with forces from various nations refusing to follow any orders from Dorian. What a joke. They just got back to their superiors, who told them not to move and stay put. Their superiors were also flabbergasted, wondering who the hell had the audacity to give orders to their people when they hadn't even coughed yet. Excuse them, but who are you? Like that, many people refused to budge an inch, despite the General, Hitchcoff and others advising them to follow along. Well even though they had doubts, their superiors had once again given them an earful, telling them to follow all instructions to the tee. Who was Old Gia? The movement he called them and told his intentions, these foreign buddies of his wasted no time believing in him. They swore that if things go left, they will take the heat. But for now, <follow all instructions>, was the orders given to The General and several lead commanders from other countries..

For those countries that old Gia didn't have buddies in, they will have no choice but to use force on them. Everyone was still chill and provocative swearing in their languages and acting as though ready to fight if it came down to it. Seeing as these strangers did nothing but sit cross-legged under the sun, many scoffed, thinking they were all talk and no-go. But when the clock struck 6 PM on the dot, that was when several people couldn't help jumping back in shock. Fuck, how did these people all open their eyes at once like robots? Seeing them rise to their feet, many crossed their arms, wanting to watch a good show. In particular, some foreign people showcased their guns and weapons, as if saying: do you care to cross into our camp? "Hmph! Boy, you are a few years too young to move me!" One of the burly Men in singlets spoke while staring at the smooth-faced 118-year-old-looking disciple. The towering giant stood with his feet apart, and a physique that could make many sweat. He had a scar across his left eye and a pair of giant nostrils that flared as if he was going to suck in all air around him. "Tsk.". Several people from that country laughed and sneered arrogantly at the disciple. "Look here boy, do you know what they call him in our place? Crazy Hands!" "Hahahhaha~... now, you've done boy! You've made Crazy Hands crack his knuckles. This can only mean one thing… You-Are-DEAD."

Many began laughing proudly, knowing this was a definite KO on Crazy Hands's part. But because they could finish their streams of laughter, they suddenly found themselves choking for air at the unbelievable display that occurred right before their very eyes. Gakakakakkakaka…

"You're in for a real treat now, boy~..."

Gakakakakkakaka… Kah?

The wind… no! Something shit right between them like the bullet, leaving their mouths frozen in place. Bam! A loud sound bellowed as an explosion of sand raised several feet high. "Excuse me," the disciple was polite. Oh.. Ah… Everyone's brain acted faster than their thoughts, giving way for the puny, thin disciple to reach the giant burrows in the sand and drag him away. (!_!)

Did that just happen?

Many blinked excessively, opening and closing their mouths having nothing else to say. It took a while for them to come back to their senses, get angry and retaliate. But how could the disciples give them the opportunity?.

1, 2, 3… Many were bundled up and carried far out like books. Their faces turned red with shame and fury when they saw how easy it was for these people to carry them away. Shame! Many were aggrieved, with their voices now degenerating into childish whimpers, as they protested and slapped the backs of these disciples with all their might.

Some even began crying, "You guys are too much! You can beat a man/woman,but you shouldn't trample on their dignity like this!" How are they light? Are you indirectly saying that all their muscles are for show? You must be looking down on them and secretly calling them trash, right? (Sniff, sniff)

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Seeing this, the General's lips twitched with an unbelievable expression. "Hitchcoff, those are people they are carrying and not ragged dolls, right?" Hitchcoff smacked his lips, finding his scene also unbelievable. King Kong Barbie? Hitcoff was watching a girl who looked to be 20, carrying over 4 burly men on her shoulders, piling them up high in the air without a care. Erm… can you at least save some face for them? These men were bringing in shame, knowing they were being carried like children by the skinny woman. This is to say all their training and touch man act was nothing? (~?~)

Those carried away buried their faces, secretly swearing to train 10… no, 20 times harder starting from today!

Hitchcoff and the General suddenly shivered, when thinking these people could also bundle them up if they dared act stubbornly. Where will his face be if he, the Tough General, returns to Britannia and is laughed at by those in the military for being carried away by a little girl? … Like that, the disciples cleared everyone away and began creating formations around the space. And when they were done, it was already 8 P.M. The skies were darkening, and Dorian now opened his lazy eyes. Into the Tomb, they must go.

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