541: Friendship

In a lonely field, a solitary figure waited for something.

Beauty, sincerity, justice, morality, compassion, holiness... Just a single glance at him caused these words to naturally well up from the depths of one's heart and mind.

He was so lonely. What kind of burden could make such a perfect man so solitary?

Not only were others puzzled, but even Chen De himself felt perplexed.

Seemingly sensing some movement, someone was approaching his direction.

Chen De did not turn around; he had already guessed who had come.

“You've come.”

“I've come.”

“You shouldn't have come.”

“Wasn't it you who asked me to come?”

The newcomer was none other than the Grand General of the Grand Generals Estate, Lin Zhen, who had come for his grandson, Lin Lang.

He took out a ring. “I've brought the items. Where is the person?”

“Sigh...”

Chen De sighed and shifted his gaze elsewhere.

Lin Zhen followed his gaze and then saw a scene that caused his pupils to shrink violently.

On a wooden rack in the field, Lin Lang's head was impaled, eyes wide open, staring straight ahead.

Yes, on the wooden rack, there was only a head.

Seeing this scene, Lin Zhen, who had rushed over with the ransom, was so enraged that his head was about to smoke.

“Good, very good, excellent!”

He gritted his teeth and said 'good' three times. “I hope your bones are just as tough in a moment.”

Chen De simply shook his head, neither humble nor arrogant. What a joke; everyone knew he was a tough nut to crack.

Even if he died, died out here, or jumped down from here, he would never beg for mercy just to stay alive.

This was a matter of dignity, and in this life, Chen De valued the word 'dignity' above all else.

The air was filled with a unique fragrance from the fields, making one feel refreshed.

At this moment, the battle was on the verge of breaking out!

Lin Zhen was already beyond furious with Chen De, so naturally, he was the one to strike first.

Of course, that wasn't the main reason.

The most crucial reason was that Chen De was not aggressive; how could he take the initiative to attack?

Lin Zhen had already quickly summoned his magic armor, holding a long spear and thrusting it straight toward Chen De.

Seeing this, Chen De did not panic at all. He also quickly summoned his magic armor and struck the tip of the opponent's spear with a precise saber slash.

The tips of the saber and spear collided, instantly sending out a shower of sparks.

Immediately after, a Giant Force sent Chen De flying backward.

He held the hilt with one hand and pressed against the blade with the other, maintaining his posture to dissipate the force.

Lin Zhen's strength far exceeded the first stage of King Level; even in the realm of the second stage of King Level, he was likely a top performer.

It was even possible that he was close to qualifying for a breakthrough to the third stage of King Level.

Such an existence was significantly higher than Chen De in terms of numerical stats.

Furthermore, looking at his weapon, he leaned more toward an agility type, making it difficult to use the method previously used to deal with Mao Deng.

Lin Zhen was a veteran of the battlefield and naturally understood the principle of striking while the enemy is down, continuing his pursuit to victory.

Before Chen De could stop his momentum, Lin Zhen's second spear thrust came straight for his face.

The weapons of both sides clashed again, and Chen De, hit by a powerful force, continued to retreat.

However, the magnitude of the impact this time was much smaller than the last.

Could it be that Chen De had become stronger?

Actually, that wasn't it. Every time Chen De made a move, he basically used his maximum power.

The real reason was that Lin Zhen's strength had weakened.

Seeing this, Chen De understood instantly; the potion had already taken effect.

It just seemed to be a bit earlier than expected. Could it be that Lin Zhen drank a whole pot?

But who would be so stupid as to drink a whole pot of tea for no reason?

As for how Lin Jie and Lin Jiang completed their mission, Chen De didn't care right now.

As long as the mission was completed, he always had full trust in his companions.

The so-called 'do not use those you suspect, and do not suspect those you use'—Chen De was exactly that kind of person who loved and hated deeply and dared to entrust himself to others.

Unlike other organizations, which were full of all sorts of intrigue and calculated schemes.

All members of Chen De's Holy Mother Sect were striving toward a single goal: to bring happiness to all living beings in the world.

A great group that loved one another, was united and helpful, and made no distinctions between themselves and others.

Lin Zhen was indeed a battle-hardened veteran general; he immediately noticed the problem during his second strike.

In fact, he had his doubts during the first strike, as the power was somewhat weaker than he had anticipated.

But considering it might have been because it was the first blow and he hadn't performed perfectly, it was somewhat excusable.

Even for someone at his level, the possibility of a mistake was very, very small.

But the second strike's effect was actually even worse than the first.

By now, he had become incredibly certain that there was a problem.

But the battle had already begun, and it was too late for him to back out now.

He didn't say anything like 'you're despicable' or 'you used poison.'

Whether on the battlefield or in the imperial court, Lin Zhen had seen plenty of such dirty tricks.

In the subsequent exchanges, although Chen De was still at a disadvantage, the gap between the two was closing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Zhen gasped heavily, feeling his strength decline faster and faster.

If this continued, the situation would become increasingly unfavorable for him, so he began to think of a countermeasure in his mind.

Lin Zhen's biggest trouble right now was that his condition was constantly deteriorating.

But how was the opponent affecting him?

After returning another blow, Chen De did not fly backward, nor was there any sign of him being at a disadvantage.

Instead, he pulled back and engaged in battle with Lin Zhen once more.

At this point, there was no longer a gap in strength between the two sides.

Although there was still some difference in numerical stats, Chen De leveled the playing field with his rich combat experience.

Thirty-five moves. In just the time it took for thirty-five moves, the two of them were evenly matched.

The thirty-sixth move.

This time, it was finally Lin Zhen's turn to fall into a disadvantage.

Just then, Chen De landed a heavy saber strike on Lin Zhen's shoulder.

A gap was cleaved there, and a spray of blood splattered out.

Following that, Lin Zhen once again smelled that unique, refreshing fragrance in the field.

He suddenly realized that the problem might be this very fragrance.

When did it start?

He had already fallen for it from the moment he arrived and smelled the fragrance.

Although he later wore his magic armor, which sealed off outside odors...

These fragrances had actually entered his body at the very beginning.

On the side, Chen De was also pressing his advantage, taking advantage of Lin Zhen's slight daze.

With just one saber strike, he violently knocked him down to the ground.

A huge saber mark appeared on the chest armor. Although it failed to slice through the magic armor, the mark it left was not shallow at all.

At the same time, Lin Zhen opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

From this moment on, Chen De officially held the upper hand in this battle.