The crowd on the high platform looked at each other in dismay, their faces uncontrollably showing a hint of fear from deep within.

  "Imani, go and bind him..." Hamidi suddenly ordered.

  It is...

  A tall man stepped forward, bowed his head in a salute, and strode away with large steps.

  The many commanders on the high platform all recognized this man, one of the guards of his Hami spear.

  Although his skills were quite impressive, at most he was only a second-rate master.

  Is he going to be able to deal with Qin Yong just like that?

  "Uggghhh..."

  The horn for withdrawing troops was sounded, and although they were reluctant to do so, the commander of a thousand men called out an order, leading his dispirited troops back to their camp in haste.

  Thousands of soldiers and horses besieged one person, but in the end they returned without success.

  It is probably only Qin Yong who has achieved such brilliant results since ancient times.

  Watching the knights leave far away, Qin Yong shouted loudly with a lingering feeling: "Don't go, come back..."

  However, the cavalrymen who heard his cries were whipping their horses and fleeing the scene at top speed.

  No matter who it is, no one wants to have anything to do with this indestructible monster again.

  Qin Yong was about to pursue, when suddenly a figure rushed forward from the front and stopped dozens of steps in front of him. He shouted loudly: "Foolish cow, I am Immanuel, do you dare to fight me?"

  His Mandarin was spoken in a slow and deliberate manner, with unclear articulation, making it difficult for others to discern.

  Qin Yong thought for a moment and suddenly understood, instantly bursting into a rage.

  This sentence has always been said by him to others, so how can someone show off in front of him.

  He strode forward in a rage, rushing towards this person at incredible speed.

  However, what made him even angrier was that Immanuel saw he was getting close and did something that made him extremely resentful.

  Imani turned around, kicked out with her feet and slipped away in a flash.

  Qin Yong followed closely behind him, relentless in pursuit.

  However, there is apparently quite a gap between their speeds.

  No matter how hard Qin Yong tried, he was always unable to get one step closer.

  Imani is not running in a straight line, he is quietly circling around a big circle.

  And Qin Yong, who was a little short-circuited in his brain, only knew to tightly cling to his back without anyone reminding him.

  For a moment, an extremely ridiculous scene appeared on the battlefield.

  Two people ran around a huge circle, one chasing the other, as if they could run forever.

  On the high platform, Hami let out a deep breath of relief.

  If this method still doesn't work, then he really has no other choice.

  Qin Yong's unparalleled divine power, copper skin and iron bones, is absolutely unmatched in the world, the number one person from ancient times to the present.

  Since we can't defeat him by force, we have no choice but to outsmart him.

  "Imperial teacher, this is..."

  Looking at this scene that appeared on the battlefield like a farce, Modu's face was extremely ugly and also had a hint of surprise.

  "The Khan, last time the Eagle Troop was ordered to pursue the remaining Northern Legion troops, they were intercepted by Xu Haifeng's Black Flag Army at Fangma Slope. At that time, this Qin Yong flew down from the top of the mountain, not only did he not die, but he became even more energetic."

  Hamidi's face wore a bitter smile, a helpless expression: "Today I tried it out, and indeed it is impenetrable to swords and guns, beyond human strength to resist."

  Modun furrowed his brow and said, "In the past, it was said that in the battle of Xijing, even Auben's master had to surrender to him. Could it be... that he is truly invincible under heaven?"

  "If it were on a battlefield, perhaps he would be invincible, but fortunately, luckily he still has a weakness..."

  Modun's eyes lit up, and he was also worried about this guy who couldn't be killed. He hastily asked, "What weakness?"

  Hamid sighed lightly and said, "This person is indeed formidable, but he's simple-minded and can't withstand provocation. Once someone uses verbal jabs to provoke him, he'll immediately forget everything. Moreover, his speed isn't fast, just one third-grade master would be enough to make him dance around in circles. So, this person actually isn't worth..."

  "Oh..."

  Suddenly, a deafeningly loud sound, like nine thunderclaps, filled the entire battlefield.

  Hamidi's face turned pale in an instant, his heart racing like thunder, and golden stars flashing in his eyes. This sudden loud noise was too abrupt, and no one could bear it.

  A loud neighing sound, hundreds of war horses nearby fell to the ground, some went mad, several knights lost control of their horses and were overturned.

  The horses were frightened and ran wildly in all directions, instantly causing a scene of extreme confusion.

  In an instant, it gives people a sense of the end of the world and impending doom.

  Even the powerful warriors of the Golden Wolf Army were terrified, their eyes all looking in one direction.

  They looked into the eyes of that person with fear and trepidation, which was an instinctive awe.

  It's not just here, even in the distant Han people's military battlefield, almost everyone's movements had a slight pause, and then they continued to fight desperately.

  To the east, Liu Junshu and others also involuntarily stared blankly for a moment, gazing in the direction of the Xiongnu central army, suddenly realizing that someone was displaying his divine might.

  Modun and Hami's gaze simultaneously turned towards the source of the sound, Qin Yong in the arena.

  Qin Yong let out a hearty laugh and strode forward with large steps.

  In front of him, Imani's eyes were dull and scattered, kneeling on the ground like a wooden chicken, and he was oblivious to Qin Yong's arrival, without any reaction.

  He was the first to bear the brunt of it and was shaken by this earth-shattering roar, having already lost any ability to react.

  Qin Yong came to Immanuel's side, stretched out his big hand like a lotus leaf, and pulled him up as if pulling up a small chicken.

  He hates him to the bone.

  What he hated the most was playing hide-and-seek with others. Once he encountered such a situation, he would immediately regard that person as a thorn in his eye and a stab in his flesh. He would hate to eat their flesh and blood, only then could he dispel the hatred in his heart.

  Imani, it's just that he has committed a great taboo. If he is still allowed to live in the world, won't the great reputation of Qin's brave warriors be lost?

  He firmly grasped Immanuel's head and lifted it up to his own eye level.

  Her head was subjected to a great deal of pressure, and Imani's fleeting spirit slowly returned to her body.

  As if he had regained a hint of sanity, Imani's eyes suddenly filled with an emotion called fear. He desperately stomped his feet. His hands stretched out and tightly grasped Qin Yong's hands, trying to pry open those iron-like arms.

  But all his struggles were in vain.

  For Qin Yong, Imani's power was like a dragonfly trying to shake a pillar or a moth flying into fire, completely no match for him.

  It's just like a three-year-old child competing with a strong and powerful man, how can this tiny bit of strength have any impact on the great warrior Qin?

  "Dad wants you to run..."

  Qin Yong's voice grew more menacing as he gazed into those eyes filled with extreme terror, and a wave of indescribable pleasure suddenly surged up in his heart.

  He split his mouth wide open and let out a string of heart-pounding maniacal laughter.

  However, he suddenly threw his head back and let out a loud cry of "Ah..." in front of everyone's gaze, and then heavily smashed his forehead forward.

  "Bang..."

  It was as if a watermelon had burst, and the result of the collision between the two skulls was that Iman's head was completely pulverized.

  His hands and feet hung down limply, still twitching slightly. However, his neck was now a mess of mud, and no human trace could be seen anymore.

  Wiping off the bloodstains and greenish brain matter all over his face, Qin Yong burst into hearty laughter.

  "Wow..."

  On the high platform, someone finally couldn't hold it in and started vomiting on the spot.

  Modun's eyes were astonished and uncertain, his gaze at Hami Qi had a hint of doubt, could this be the Qin Yong you said was not worth worrying about?

  Hamidi's face turned red and white, really good-looking.

  "The Shan Yu, the national teacher... he... he has come."

  A general behind him was called out, and his voice seemed to be like seeing a ghost, full of the taste of fear.

  They looked up and saw Qin Yong striding towards the high platform with big steps.

  Tens of thousands of people watched with bated breath as this giant of a man, who looked like a fierce and formidable figure, yet not one person dared to come out and intercept him.

  "Shura Mu..."

  A name burst out coldly from Hami's mouth.

  A guard behind him immediately stepped forward and bowed: "National Master."

  He pointed at the tall figure with his hand and asked, "Are you afraid?"

  Taking a deep breath, Shu La Mu replied heavily: "Not afraid..."

  "Good......" A hint of a comforting smile appeared in Hami's eyes: "You use cotton to block your ears, go down and bind him."

  "Yes..." Sora replied respectfully.

  Hamid hesitated for a moment, seemingly feeling somewhat uneasy, and once again reminded him: "Remember, just circle around with him, absolutely do not engage in hand-to-hand combat."

  Shu La Mu nodded repeatedly and turned away.

  Modun glanced at Hami Qi and thought that Guoshi had become so nagging.

  He didn't know that Qin Yong's loud roar just now almost blew someone's brain into two pieces.

  Hami's martial arts skills were low and insignificant, but he was the one who was affected the most among all the people.

  His mind was still buzzing with pain, his headache worsening.

  For Qin Yong, he indeed felt a genuine sense of awe.

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