This was an elite squad.
It was apparent that they all held great respect, and likely admiration, for the dragon warrior.
The dragon warrior intercepted the martial artist’s long spear with both hands. The spearpoint and his palms collided, sparking embers. The massive strength forced the martial artist to take a step back. Seizing the opportunity, the dragon warrior lunged forward, striking the spear with another palm blow, knocking it to the ground, then delivered a straight punch with his right fist into the martial artist’s chest, sending him flying backward to crash to the ground.
These maneuvers were swift, executed seamlessly in one breath, without using any other abilities—just relying on pure martial arts and physical strength to defeat the martial artist.
The onlooking Dan people and Deserted People were all clapping and cheering loudly.
"The captain is getting stronger and stronger!"
"Last time, Ji Rong could still withstand a hundred moves, but today he couldn’t even hold out for ninety."
The martial artist named Ji Rong quickly got up, unharmed and without any sign of dejection on his face, seemingly accustomed to losing.
Ji Xinghuo also gave a few light claps.
"What are you joining in the commotion for?" Xia Qingyu, looking sleepy, stuck his head out, grumbling, "You guys are making a racket so early in the morning, and I still want to sleep."
The few people outside the tent quieted down and turned towards Xia Qingyu with unfriendly expressions.
Ji Rong, the Dan martial artist holding the long spear, was about to come up and argue with Xia Qingyu, but was stopped by the dragon warrior.
"Sorry," she said with a nod, "we disturbed your rest."
Xia Qingyu then noticed her, his pupils contracting.
When they arrived at Blood Fury Castle last night, the dim light during the allocation of the tents meant he hadn’t seen the other five people he was sharing with clearly. Now, belatedly, he realized there was a master among them. With his keen observation, he quickly recognized her as a powerful dragon warrior.
"No worries, carry on. I’m awake now anyway," Xia Qingyu said with a sheepish smile, quickly retreating back into the tent.
The dragon warrior’s gaze shifted to Ji Xinghuo, assessing him before suddenly saying, "So it’s you."
Her eyes filled with interest, "Yesterday, during the attack by the dragon lord, you shot two ’Mist Hiding Victorious Morning’ arrows, saving many lives. I almost got hit by the dragon breath myself. If it hadn’t been for you, I and some teammates might have gone down. Thanks."
"It was nothing," Ji Xinghuo said, nodding nonchalantly.
"My name is Huangyan Lan."
The dragon warrior stepped forward to introduce herself, extending her hand and smilingly asked, "What race do you belong to? I always feel that your aura is very familiar, like we’re connected."
Upon hearing her name, Ji Xinghuo guessed her background.
Huangyan, a lineage descended from the Huangyan Dragon.
This was one of the strongest dragon species in the Star Realm, and within the True Dragon Dynasty, there were several top-notch True Dragon families that carried the Huangyan surname. In the history of the dynasty, the Huangyan Family had established three different dynasties and still held great power and prestige.
Of course, Huangyan Lan was just a dragon warrior with hybrid blood of True Dragon and Dan people, and the Huangyan Family would not acknowledge her lineage.
Ji Xinghuo stood up to shake her hand, "Ji Xinghuo."
The moment their hands touched, Huangyan Lan’s eyes lit up, her expression momentarily frozen as if she felt an electric shock.
"You’re a dragon warrior?" Huangyan Lan asked excitedly.
"Impossible!" Huangyan Lan scrutinized Ji Xinghuo intently and suddenly noticed how handsome the man in front of her was, a smile appearing on her face, "You might fool others, but not me. You may not be a dragon warrior, but you’re definitely fused with dragon blood variant."
In the middle of her sentence, she suddenly squeezed hard with her hand.
Pressured by external force, Ji Xinghuo’s Holy Scale spontaneously reacted, and his palm instantly grew thick, tricolor scales, extending from his forearm to his fingers like a splendid arm armor.
"And you say you’re not a dragon warrior?" Huangyan Lan smirked upon seeing the layer of scales.
But her smile quickly turned rigid.
A strong surge of electricity traveled from her hand into her body, spreading throughout, causing her entire body to shudder in paralysis, and a piercing pain in her mind.
This time it wasn’t an illusion; it was real electrocution.
She unwittingly let go of his hand.
Ji Xinghuo took the opportunity to pull his hand back and said coolly, "Please be respectful." He never liked such overbearing people, whether male or female and preferred not to have much to do with them.
Huangyan Lan’s face showed shock.
"I’m very sorry," she quickly realized her rudeness and hurriedly said, "I didn’t mean to do that, it’s just that it’s rare to come across another dragon warrior outside the dynasty and I got a little carried away. Please forgive my mistake."
"I told you, I’m not a dragon warrior."
Ji Xinghuo emphasized once more and, without another glance at her, turned and walked into the tent.
Huangyan Lan watched his retreating figure, wordlessly hesitating several times. Her teammate walked over, the martial artist Ji Rong, filled with indignation, said, "That man is too rude."
"Exactly!" Another Deserted Person said in a deep voice, "The captain reached out kindly to make a connection, only to be snubbed in return. Who does he think he is?"
"Even though the captain was a bit presumptuous, does he not have any fault at all?"
"Doesn’t even know how to treat a lady with respect."
The teammates grumbled about Ji Xinghuo, expressing their dissatisfaction. They didn’t lower their voices on purpose, intending for Ji Xinghuo inside the tent to hear them.
Initially feeling at fault, Huangyan Lan gradually began to feel that it was Ji Xinghuo’s personality that was truly awful after listening to her teammates.
Inside the tent, Ji Xinghuo acted as if he heard nothing.
Xia Qingyu suddenly burst into laughter, drawing everyone’s attention.
"What are you laughing at?" The Dan Shadow Dancer darted into the tent, angrily confronting Xia Qingyu.
"If I want to laugh, I’ll laugh. What’s it to you!"
Xia Qingyu stood up from the bed with a derisive smirk, saying, "A bunch of idiots who’ve never seen a woman. Do you think by fawning over her, she’ll let you screw her? She’d rather pay Ji Xinghuo to warm her bed than glance your way."