The group did not stay long in Hanmi City. Early the next morning, they headed straight to Peru's national pavilion: Royal Felipe Castle.
After entering Peru's pavilion, Zhou Haoyu immediately revealed his identity.
Peru was not considered a strong magic nation. Their national team couldn't even make it to Venice, let alone their pavilion contestants' strength.
Upon learning of their identities, the guards at the entrance politely led them inside.
"Hello, I am Royal Magician Ostor here. I am very pleased that you could come to our Peru," a dark-skinned man walked over, smiling at the group.
"Hello, I am the captain of China's national team. We are here to obtain the Pavilion Emblem."
Zhou Haoyu didn't waste time on pleasantries and went straight to the point.
"Would you like to rest first?" Ostor asked politely.
"No need, our time is quite tight."
Zhou Haoyu's tone was rather cold. He remembered clearly that those strange birds had already marked them as targets and would not let them go.
Since that was the case, it was best to obtain the Pavilion Emblem as quickly as possible and then leave this country.
As for how Peru would handle those strange birds—that was not his concern.
After all, Peru was still a nation; surely they could deal with at least this much.
"Very well then, please follow me," Ostor didn't say more. He could already sense that this team's overall strength was very high; being proud was only natural.
Under Ostor's guidance, the group arrived at a dueling square.
Not long after, Peru's pavilion contestants began to appear one by one.
There were about eight or nine of them, either with dark skin or pale white skin.
Zhou Haoyu glanced at them briefly—none of them had reached Advanced level.
This was entirely within his expectations. If they had reached Advanced level, they would already have qualified for their national team.
The duel was set as a three-on-three team match. Zhou Haoyu directly sent out the "bottom tier" three: Guan Yu, Zhao Manyan, and Mu Tingying.
The three looked rather pleased—this was a rare chance to show themselves.
Most importantly, the opponents were only Mid-level mages, weaklings without pressure.
The match held no suspense at all. Three Advanced mages against three Mid-level mages—it was a complete and utter crush.
Ostor wasn't surprised; he was well aware of his pavilion's strength.
"You are indeed strong. However, please do not rush to leave. We hope to spar with you more," Ostor said solemnly.
Most of his pavilion's contestants were at the verge of breakthrough. At this stage, aside from the basic Galaxy Veins, they needed solid foundation.
Sparring with national team contestants would be invaluable experience.
"Apologies, but we do not have extra time."
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Haoyu rejected Ostor's request.
Based on his calculations, it would not be long before that strange bird swarm arrived.
He had no intention of being forced out of the castle by some general. That would be far too humiliating!
Hearing this, not only was Ostor stunned, even Ai Jiangtu and the others looked puzzled.
Didn't they actually have plenty of time?
Just as Zhou Haoyu was about to lead the group away, a man in military uniform, face dark as black iron, walked over, followed by many subordinates.
Seeing Ostor's respectful expression, it was clear this man held high authority here.
Zhou Haoyu frowned. This must be that General Motte.
Of all times, he had to appear now? Couldn't he have come a few minutes later?
Just a few more minutes and Zhou Haoyu could have slipped away with the team.
"You are national team contestants?" General Motte asked first.
"That's right."
"You did something very foolish in our country, and you must take responsibility for it."
"You mean those strange birds?"
Zhou Haoyu knew exactly what he was referring to and responded directly.
General Motte's gaze instantly grew colder, his face darkening. "So those strange birds are indeed related to you. Now! Immediately! At once! Leave this city!"
At these words, Ai Jiangtu, Nan Jue, and the others showed expressions of disbelief.
Expelling them from the city—was that something a general could decide?
They were national contestants! No, even if they were ordinary people, he couldn't be so ruthless!
"And if we refuse to leave?"
Facing such arrogant tone, Zhou Haoyu looked coldly at General Motte.
Though he didn't actually fear the bird swarm, he despised this arrogant general's attitude even more.
"Heh, you had better not make things difficult for me. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to kill you and throw your bodies out."
General Motte wasn't intimidated by Zhou Haoyu's gaze; instead, he became even more aggressive.
"Difficult? Then don't do it!"
Zhou Haoyu's eyes flickered with a silver radiance as he stepped forward, standing directly before him.
Ever since his spiritual force had broken through the Seventh Realm, Zhou Haoyu had never unleashed his Spiritual Energy to its full extent.
This was the perfect opportunity!
In an instant, an immense pressure abruptly crashed down upon General Motte.
Caught off guard by this overwhelming force, General Motte was suddenly driven to his knees on the floor.
Under this crushing impact, even the once-solid floor cracked with clear fractures.
The sudden turn shocked everyone—none had expected Zhou Haoyu to strike so abruptly.
"Good… very good! You dare raise your hand against a general? I now have every reason to execute all of you on the spot!"
Brought to his knees before a mere youngster, a wave of unprecedented humiliation and fury filled General Motte's chest. His eyes turned bloodshot, killing intent surging violently.
The next moment, General Motte immediately activated the Armor Magic Tool on his body, calling forth every defensive Magic Tool at once.
"If you dare lay a hand on us, no one will be able to save you!"
Seeing that he truly intended to attack Zhou Haoyu, Jiang Shaoxu immediately issued a sharp warning.
Except for Mo Fan, the civilian mage, every other member had powerful factions supporting them from behind.
Moreover, if the national team faced any danger, Head General Hua would most certainly intervene!
General Motte turned a deaf ear to her words. He simply did not believe a bunch of young mages could truly threaten him.
"Seize them all!"
"I'd like to see who dares!!"
Zhou Haoyu roared furiously.
At his command, Jiang Feng burst forth from the Contract Space, her overwhelming Monarch-level presence instantly pressing down on everyone, suffocating them beneath its might.
"Monarch-level??"
General Motte and his subordinates were dumbstruck. How could an Advanced mage possibly contract a Monarch-level creature?
"Whoever dares to move—dies!"
Zhou Haoyu's expression was cold and merciless, his voice carrying an icy finality that allowed no room for retreat.
General Motte's subordinates all trembled with fear. Among them, only General Motte himself was a Super-level Mage—the others were, at best, Advanced mages.
Before a Monarch-level creature, Advanced mages were nothing but ants.
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