The approaching Malik was full of momentum.

At this moment, Cheng Jianyong exaggeratedly said to the side, "This young man has the appearance of a king, if he doesn't fall, he will surely accomplish great things in the future!"

Behind, the corners of everyone's mouths also showed a knowing smile.

However, just as this imposing and grand man passed by Han Xing.

His gaze was instantly attracted by this group of humans.

After observing for a moment.

Malik's eyes landed on Han Xing.

Moreover, when he noticed the armor Han Xing was wearing, his brow slightly twitched.

Although, once equipment reaches the Orange Level, its specific strength can't be determined just by appearance.

However, the aura these equipment containing powerful strength emits invisibly can still be recognized by some experienced existence for its extraordinariness.

He could see that the armor on Han Xing was of an extraordinary grade.

A hint of greed appeared in Malik's eyes but was quickly concealed by him.

At this time.

His eagle-like gaze swept over the five people around Han Xing, then he sneered disdainfully.

At this moment, Cheng Jianyong couldn't help but murmur a few words, "Pretentious!"

However, at this time, Malik stopped in his tracks, looked at Cheng Jianyong, and said, "Human race, what did you just say?"

Cheng Jianyong said casually, "Why do you care what I say, I didn't even mention you."

"I saw with my own eyes that you were talking to me and yet you deny it?" Malik said, glaring.

However, Cheng Jianyong still looked indifferent, spread his hands, and said:

"How do you know I was talking about you if you weren't looking at me?"

"So many people on the street and you didn't look at them, you just stared at us."

"Could it be that you want to get our attention?"

Cheng Jianyong looked shameless.

"You!"

Malik just wanted to burst out.

At this moment, a silver-armored soldier walked over and whispered a few words in his ear.

With everyone's hearing, they naturally heard what was said.

It was nothing more than that these humans were guests brought back by the Saintess, and not to cause trouble with them.

At this moment, Malik heard the words 'Saintess', and suddenly thought of something.

He looked at the distant, splendid palace.

That was the location of the Royal Palace of the Witch Race.

Malik snorted coldly and turned away.

It seemed he wasn't going to continue to entangle with Han Xing and the others out of respect for the Saintess.

Other Witch Race onlookers also sighed, feeling it was a pity that there wasn't going to be a good show.

However, right at this moment.

Malik, who had already turned away, seemed to receive some message.

His shoulder slightly trembled.

Malik, who had already walked several meters away, suddenly had a sunken expression on his face.

He turned around and shouted at Cheng Jianyong and the others, "Speak, what is your relationship with the Saintess!"

His tone had a sense of questioning, condescending.

Just like a superior questioning a subordinate.

At this time, other professionals turned their gaze over again.

Originally, they thought this storm was almost over.

As a result, Malik seemed unwilling to let it go?

Cheng Jianyong immediately yelled angrily, "Damn, are you a dog? Turning face faster than flipping a book!"

Malik, "Shut up, now I am questioning you, answer me honestly!"

However, upon hearing this, Han Xing and the others showed expressions as if they were looking at an idiot.

"Nonsense."

The three of them muttered and were all unwilling to pay attention to this mad dog, turning to leave.

Seeing everyone's attitude, the anger in Malik's heart seemed to ignite instantly.

"Stop! A few lowly humans dare to act recklessly in the Royal City!"

This sentence was already somewhat humiliating.

At this point, Cheng Jianyong couldn't help but retort, "Are you blind or deaf?"

"Didn't you hear your subordinate say that we were personally brought back by the Saintess?"

"And you still ask what our relationship with the Saintess is?"

"Is this something a little captain like you can manage?"

Cheng Jianyong directly degraded Malik's proud captain status to nothing.

Of course, what he said was also a fact.

As a Vanguard Captain, Malik indeed had no qualifications to interact with someone as prestigious as Wu Ling'Er regularly.

In terms of eloquence, how could these people of the Witch Race match up to them, who surf the internet intensively every day.

This sentence seemed to sting Malik's pathetic self-esteem.

"A group of lowly humans from barbaric lands dare to speak disrespectfully to an officer of the Witch Race!"

"It seems necessary to give you some punishment!"

"All guards listen up, these humans dared to openly insult this captain within the Royal City, they have already violated Witch Race law!"

"Arrest them for me!"

Narrowly, the surrounding Witch Race soldiers had slightly changed expressions.

They weren't fools.

Beforehand, they had already received the news.

These humans were personally brought back by the Saintess and seemed to be highly valued by her.

But now, their captain seemed to have gone mad, insisting on causing trouble for these humans.

For a moment, they were also caught in a dilemma, unsure of what to do.

Han Xing sneered at this moment, "Alright, don't make it difficult for your subordinates."

"You intend to find trouble with us, but you don't have the guts."

"If you truly have the skills, do it yourself."

"But before that, you should think carefully about the consequences."

"What did you say?"

Malik seemed to be hit at a sore point again and became instantly enraged.

At this moment, he no longer cared about the other guards' obstruction.

He directly drew the golden longsword.

A Sword Qi infused with blue secret patterns suddenly slashed over!

Han Xing and the others' expressions slightly changed.

This guy actually dared to make a move, and in front of so many people no less.

Malik doesn't look like a fool, so why is he doing this?

Is it purely because he can't stand them?

Han Xing sharply sensed that something was off.

Just as the Sword Qi was about to hit them.

A figure clad in heavy armor, radiating holy brilliance, instantly appeared in front of everyone.

It was none other than Shen Yun holding the golden shield.

His hidden profession after the third transformation: Radiant Knight, grants a passive skill.

[Radiant Will]: A passive skill that permanently increases the Radiant Knight's spirit and constitution by 30%, reducing damage taken by 15%.

This skill fills him with a sense of divinity upon entering battle.

The next moment, the blue Sword Qi and the Shield of Yellow Sand collided head-on.

Buzz!

The street within a few hundred meters was swept as if by a violent wind.

Nearby spectators, those below the fourth transformation, took several steps back.

At this moment, a system prompt appeared.

"Note, your team is being attacked by the Witch Race Vanguard Special Forces Captain, Malik."

Han Xing and his four companions remained motionless.

However, Malik, who had unleashed that Sword Qi, was somewhat surprised.

From his perception, these human race individuals, though their aura was formidable, were only at the third transformation strength.

With that last sword, he had already exerted all his strength.

Ordinary third transformation professionals couldn't possibly withstand it.

However, it was easily neutralized by this human race Holy Knight holding a shield.

Malik realized.

These five humans were likely not simple characters.

At this time, Han Xing frowned and asked, "You just attacked us in the royal city."

"Wouldn't that violate your kingdom's laws?"

They were newcomers and didn't understand the rules of the Witch Race.

But they thought that in such a crowded place in the center of a royal city, it shouldn't allow for random attacks.

Malik's expression remained unchanged as he said, "As a captain, I suspect you are spies disguised as members of the Shadow Race, so arresting you doesn't violate the kingdom's laws."

Upon hearing this, Han Xing nodded and said, "I see, so you're just randomly making up a reason to attack us."

"In other words, we can now legitimately fight back against you?"

Malik's face changed, a hint of disdain barely appeared on his face.

"Just with you guys?"

However, the next moment.

He saw Han Xing had already raised the Valkyrie Longbow.

Arrows imbued with piercing power shot out instantly.

[Multi-Shot]

Han Xing casually used the Hunter's basic skills.

Each arrow carried terrifying lethality.

Malik's expression changed as he wielded his sword, trying to block Han Xing's arrow attack.

Clang! Clang clang!

The golden greatsword in Malik's hand nearly left only afterimages, and he blocked three arrows.

Nonetheless, even so, two attacks still broke through his defense from a tricky angle.

The next moment, the arrows fiercely hit Malik's abdomen and shoulder.

Thud! Thud!

These two arrows didn't trigger the armor-piercing effect, blocked by his golden armor which absorbed most of the damage.

However, even so, with Han Xing's top-grade equipment boost, his attack power had reached an extremely terrifying level.

Malik was sent flying by the immense impact, his whole body knocked back dozens of meters.

Amidst the shocked gazes of the surrounding Witch Race professionals.

Malik crashed to the ground, tumbling dozens of times before gradually coming to a stop.

The entire scene was silent.

Even the onlooking crowd found themselves holding their breath.

They never expected that the originally invincible-seeming Lord Malik was knocked down by this human in one move.

Meanwhile, Malik's attributes also appeared in front of Han Xing and the others.

[Witch Race Vanguard Captain, Malik, Four-Star Elite Monster.]

Even the least combat-capable among them, Shen Yun, could easily defeat a four-star elite monster.

Even with a full set of golden equipment, Malik's strength was far inferior to theirs.

So, from the beginning, they never took him seriously.

At that moment, Malik, knocked down with two arrows, suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Although those two arrows didn't cause any external injuries, they still damaged his internal organs.

He glared at Han Xing with wolf-like eyes, filled with hatred.

But he also knew that he was no match for these humans.

At this moment, Malik's face showed a complicated expression.

He seemed to be considering whether to escalate the situation...

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