Chapter 047: The Tower Assault (Please Add to Your Favorites and Recommend)

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He handed the speaker to the errand boy to carry, shook out his hands, and Le Xiaotian pulled out a pack of Da Zhonghua cigarettes and dealt out a few.

With trembling hands, Huang Qiang accepted the cigarette, utterly stunned.

A long spear had appeared from nowhere, the force and speed of its flight astonishing to behold.

In response, Le Xiaotian had simply flung another spear back in the opposite direction, and that grand building at the edge of his vision had visibly quivered.

How many kilometers was that? Wasn’t that a throw from low to high ground? Did he use his left hand?

That throwing pose just now was too cool—youthful, handsome features, an aura of wild masculinity, a presence that inspired awe and admiration. No wonder so many girls wanted to bear his children.

Damn, if only I were a girl!

Drawing in a breath of smoke, Huang Qiang unconsciously switched to a more respectful tone, “Mr. Xiaotian, I often see you smoking. Doesn’t that hurt your throat?”

Le Xiaotian flicked the ash carelessly. “It does. But the intensity of my training means every cell in my body is constantly changing at a rapid pace. This is nothing.”

Thinking back to Le Xiaotian’s training regimen, Huang Qiang suddenly understood.

Superb musical talent—vocal exercises, composing, writing scores, recording, breath control, physical training—he did it all.

A genius isn’t scary. Even a super-genius isn’t necessarily frightening. But a hardworking super-genius? That’s terrifying.

Sleeping less than three hours a day, listening to music, reading, watching films, writing scripts and books, knowing both himself and his rivals, mastering everything.

He never seemed to consider himself a genius; he worked ten, a hundred times harder than ordinary people.

Looking back, Huang Qiang felt utter admiration.

As they hurried along, the number of people in their line of sight increased. Blue Moon Island was home to dozens, even hundreds of media outlets, not to mention stationed soldiers, doctors, nurses, drivers, and many others. It was lively indeed.

Suddenly, a chorus of shouts and the sound of running came from the other side of the island.

“Where’s the God of War?!”

“God of War, teach us your ways!”

“God of War, lead us to storm the Zhenxing Tower!”

Seeing hundreds of strong, extraordinary men and women appear one after another, everyone present understood—these were operatives.

Huang Qiang suddenly realized he was not the only one shocked by Le Xiaotian just now. These exhausted agents must have been awed as well.

Yet, Huang Qiang noticed Le Xiaotian made no move to step forward and claim credit for the spear throw, as if the event had nothing to do with him.

The various agent teams and soldiers were both excited and nervous.

Excited because the spear duel was the mark of a true master—a glimmer of hope.

Nervous because they had sprinted several kilometers to get here, only to find no God of War in sight, not even a trace.

As the Zhenxing Tower and the eighty-eight-pearl Grand Staircase came into view, Le Xiaotian turned and said, “Let’s stop here. I’ll go in first to gather information. If you’re free, come find me at the Blue Moon Grand Hotel.”

With a helpless sigh, Huang Qiang packed up his gear and prepared to leave.

The Blue Moon Grand Hotel was the most famous, most luxurious super five-star hotel on Blue Moon Island.

Blue Moon Island, the most renowned island in the North Sea, might not have the sprawling archipelagos of the Maldives, but as a single island, it was internationally famous.

Not only was it home to one of the three largest prisons in Fama, it also featured the architectural marvel of the eighty-eight-pearl Grand Staircase.

A few days ago, Blue Moon Island was seized, forcing all hotels, bars, restaurants, and diving rental shops to close.

But the situation had eased in the past two days, with General Ying and the Empress reaching a friendly accord. The business district reopened.

After all, tens of thousands needed food and shelter, and supplies were tight.

Moreover, Zhang Hao’s side didn’t want to be chewing on hard bread during battle, even if he himself hadn’t left the Zhenxing Tower’s domain.

After the reopening, the station directly rejected their request to stay at the Blue Moon Grand Hotel, but Le Xiaotian paid for his own room out of pocket.

Ah, the gap between people is vast indeed.

Once Huang Qiang and the others had left, Le Xiaotian made for his destination.

That spear throw had sapped his strength, so he walked slowly, taking in the beauty of the island as he went.

Basking in warm sunlight, enjoying the gentle sea breeze, listening to the rustle of coconut and palm trees, Le Xiaotian felt life was truly beautiful.

But soon his brow furrowed—a faint metallic tang of blood wafted to his nose.

After nearly a kilometer, those agents who had returned, still unable to find the mysterious master, and those guarding the site, blocked Le Xiaotian’s way.

By direction, this was the northern entrance to the eighty-eight-pearl Grand Staircase.

“Who are you? No visitors or media allowed,” one demanded.

“What unit are you from?”

“Why are you alone?”

Looking at the so-called kings of soldiers and operatives before him, Le Xiaotian smiled. “Star Soul.”

Members of the Scorpion Squad, Dragon Special Forces, and Iron Wolf Group exchanged glances, each one puzzled.

Because the ban on heavy weaponry had only just been agreed, there was no supreme commander here yet—only various special forces operating independently.

Moreover, none of them recognized the young man before them as the “Brother Xiaotian” who was famous throughout Fama. During his live broadcasts, they had been on missions; there was nothing for it.

“Star Soul? Never heard of it.”

Of course they hadn’t. Star Soul was the abbreviation for the Star Soul Philharmonic—eighty-eight musicians Le Xiaotian was recruiting for his music and dance ensemble. Right now, he was a one-man commander, so who could know of him?

Le Xiaotian grinned honestly and nodded. “I’m with a secret unit.”

“We’re a secret unit!” said Scorpion No. 3, a female operative, frowning.

Le Xiaotian’s face remained unflushed, his pulse steady. “Ours is even more secret than yours.”

With no supreme commander from the royal side yet, it was impossible to verify the truth. The agents believed him—if he were a fraud, what good would coming here do him?

Glancing at the architectural marvel ahead, its ten-meter-wide steps still stained with dark red blood, some areas smashed in, it was clear a fierce battle had taken place here.

Having deduced as much, Le Xiaotian asked, “Can someone give me a brief summary of the situation?”

A young woman in a tight combat suit, about twenty-three or twenty-four, Scorpion No. 3, replied, “General Ying set us up. Yesterday we fought our way to the fifth level, but were counterattacked on the sixth. We lost over two thousand comrades. Now we’re waiting for the commander to arrive before resuming the assault.”

A middle-aged man in a Dragon-Embroidered battle suit added, “Zhang Hao just issued the latest update. Each of the four Grand Staircases has eighty-eight gatekeepers—they’re all criminals from Zhenxing Tower or under General Ying’s command. It’s an insult to us.”

A man with a fresh wound across his face said, “They’re too strong. I just saw our former Scorpion captain up there. I thought the Empress had sent a top master, but it wasn’t. All we can do is wait.”

“By the way, comrade from Star Soul, what should we call you? Did you see that amazing spear duel just now? Do you know who it was?”

“Call me Ziyang. As for the duel, I have no idea—probably just a local master coming back from fishing.”

At that moment, the hurried tramp of footsteps drew the agents’ attention.

A dense crowd surged up the Grand Staircase, radiating murderous intent and unrestrained arrogance.

“The gatekeepers are in place? Zhang Hao moves fast!”

“What? That gatekeeper is—it’s Big Elephant?”

“Don’t stop me! He killed our captain with one punch yesterday. I want revenge!”

“Calm down! Big Elephant competed in the national strongman contest nine years ago—he almost made the top 1,024. Rushing in now is suicide.”

Instantly, the situation was clear: to settle accounts with Zhang Hao and Ying Dengbo, one would have to defeat the gatekeepers on this road.

Even if not all four Grand Staircases needed to be cleared, the eighty-eight on this one had to be beaten.

Good, thought Brother Xiaotian, I was just looking for some tough opponents to train on. Live or die, let’s fight and see.

Without hesitation, Le Xiaotian strode forward to challenge them.

As he approached the Grand Staircase, the crowd instantly fell silent.

Memories of their previous defeat, and the savagery of their foes, came rushing back. The agents and soldiers snapped out of their daze and called out in panic:

“Comrade, come back—it's dangerous up there!”

“Ziyang, don’t be reckless! Wait for backup!”

“Ziyang, don’t do anything foolish!”