civilwarnovels Chapter 454 - 113: Wouldn’t It Be a Bit Disrespectful to Just Tank Your Attack?
Chapter 454 - 113: Wouldn’t It Be a Bit Disrespectful to Just Tank Your Attack?
Faced with Tingfeng’s ruthless "table-flipping" act, the Lord Players of the Eagle Domain completely panicked, not daring to harbor the slightest bit of wishful thinking.
After all, the tragic scene at the Mambo District Villa was still fresh in their minds. The sight of high-tier players being effortlessly slaughtered and John’s permanent death had become a lingering nightmare. No one dared to bet that Tingfeng, angered by their hesitation, wouldn’t show up at their doors again with his Holy Flame Blade to claim more Eagle players as his victims.
Daring not to delay for a single moment, the Eagle players’ intelligence department immediately initiated a global meeting of the highest level. They sent the news of Tingfeng’s appearance in the Eagle Domain and his annihilation of John’s villa, along with video footage of the carnage inside, to all participating player factions of the Global Alliance Army.
From the Divine Wind Association of the Sakura Domain to the Cross Alliance and the Free Federation of the Viking Domain, every player faction that had participated in the siege against the Hua Country Plane received this bone-chilling intelligence report at once.
The crucial point was this.
The Eagle players had already figured out Tingfeng’s style.
Decisive, ruthless, and vengeful over the slightest offense. Now that he had dropped all pretenses and used lethal force, he would never tolerate any kind of half-hearted response or concealment.
Therefore, if the Eagle players deliberately delayed or concealed the information and incurred the wrath of this "Holy Emperor," the next thing to be purged by Holy Flame wouldn’t be just a single villa, but likely the entire core gathering area for all Eagle players.
This was a price the Eagle player faction could not afford to pay, and no one dared risk it.
The moment the intelligence dropped, the international player forums were flooded with furious arguments. The once-unified alliance fractured like cracking ice, rapidly splitting into two opposing factions.
The pro-war faction, which held an absolute majority, was led by the Iron Cross Alliance and the Divine Wind Association. They rallied the more radical player groups, and the text scrolling across their computer screens dripped with malice:
"So what if he killed one Tier Three Eagle player!"
"Does he really think the Global Alliance Army is a joke?"
"Tingfeng is only at Tier Three right now. Once he breaks through to Tier Four and masters even more terrifying Divine Gift Authorities, we’ll all end up crushed beneath his feet!"
"That’s why we have to muster all our nations’ war resources, deploy all our Tier Three experts, and lay a death trap in the next Plane War to crush him and his Holy Empire!"
"Yeah! We won’t just crush him, we’ll raze the entire Hua Country Domain to avenge John and our fallen brothers!"
They either held old grudges against the Hua Country players or couldn’t let go of their obsession with destroying the Hua Country. Most of all, they were terrified of Qin Feng’s growth rate and were convinced that only his complete annihilation could prevent future disaster.
Meanwhile, the significantly smaller faction advocating for peace, centered around pragmatic groups like the neutral Coral Sea Council and the Wasteland Brotherhood, spoke with voices that, though laced with undisguised fear, also carried a sobering clarity:
"Are you all insane?"
"Didn’t you see the footage from the Peace Dove Alliance?"
"The Lord Players John called for backup were all high-level Tier Three fighters, and they couldn’t even last ten minutes against him! This is a level of overwhelming power that numbers simply can’t bridge!"
"We joined the Global Alliance Army to deal with a manageable threat, not to get into a suicide pact against a monster who can kill people in the real world!"
"Tingfeng’s revenge will be precise and ruthless. John was just the beginning. If we continue to target the Hua Country Domain, we’ll be the ones losing our high-level players next!"
"Surrendering isn’t cowardice! It’s cutting our losses! You should immediately halt all operations against the Hua Country Domain players! Maybe then you can still protect your own domains!"
"..."
The two factions dug in their heels, their arguments escalating from tactical debates to old grudges. Some radicals even posted direct threats in the channels: "Dare to surrender, and we’ll destroy you first!" The grand alliance, originally formed to besiege the Hua Domain, was now on the verge of fracturing—all from a single "table-flipping" move by Tingfeng. Yet they couldn’t form the slightest consensus on how to deal with this ruthless man who had broken all the rules.
At that moment, while the storm in the Eagle Domain had yet to subside, Tingfeng had already quietly boarded a flight to the Sakura Country.
Shedding his disguise of a dark gray business suit, he changed into practical, black tactical gear. He stuffed his blood-stained clothes into a specially made backpack and suppressed his energy to the absolute limit. Mixed in among the other passengers, he looked for all the world like an ordinary international traveler.
No one could have imagined that this ruthless man, who had just overturned the Peace Dove Alliance in the Eagle Mambo District, would immediately set his sights on the group of Tier Three players in the Sakura Country who had once tried to carry out a "Beheading Operation" against him.
Amid the crowds at Shimada Airport, Qin Feng used his Divine Gift: Eye of the Hunter to lock onto the target’s coordinates. The target was on the top floor of a seemingly ordinary office building—the core stronghold of the Divine Wind Association.
He didn’t barge in recklessly. Instead, he took up a position in an apartment building across the street. As the sun set, he watched the Sakura Country players return home one after another, his fingers drumming lightly against the zipper of his backpack as he patiently waited for the opportune moment.
When night had completely fallen over the district and the clamor of clinking glasses echoed from the stronghold, Qin Feng made his move.
Like a phantom, he vaulted the high-rise railing, used the external air-conditioning units on the outer wall as footholds to leap to the office building’s rooftop, and, without the slightest hesitation, slammed a kick infused with Holy Power directly into the stronghold’s alloy door.