Even the way the two of them conduct themselves bore some resemblance to their tactical thinking. Feng Yi always kept a low profile, seldom showing his face in front of the media, and his whereabouts were elusive. It was rumored that even the high ranks of the Federal Army often couldn't reach him.

In contrast to Feng Yi, Kexiao had recently begun to frequently voice his opinions on world affairs in the media, mostly revolving around economic topics.

After all, the war was over. For someone of his perfection, focusing solely on one field wouldn't be his style. He perpetually sought out talents in every corner, which is always the cornerstone of human progress.

Interestingly, when discussing various topics, Kexiao would occasionally divert the issue towards Feng Yi, for example, in talent cultivation. He claimed he was inferior to Feng Yi in this aspect. Take Mu Tou, the super soldier sniper from the Federal Army, for example; he was once Feng Yi's student and was recommended for significant roles because of him. The two Red Cloaks from the Normandy Fleet were also guided by Feng Yi in many aspects of battlefield knowledge. Most notably, Elvis's Cloud Drilling Spear technique, which even many ace pilots found difficult to execute.

Moreover, Kexiao had praised Feng Yi's inventions and emphasized the combat field, specifically pointing out something enigmatic called the Blank Paper Realm, an invention of Feng Yi. Kexiao mentioned he was trying to grasp this realm himself, suggesting it did not require martial strength as its foundation. Could this mean that humanity was about to enter an era of High Martial Arts?

One had to admit, during the chaos of war, Kexiao had never considered anything beyond victory. But when he truly recognized the person Feng Yi was, he suddenly found life oddly fascinating, at least somewhat enriched with interesting elements.

As the hidden owner of the Bounty Tribe, Feng Yi's involvement was no secret to Kexiao. Yet, with the limited resources he created, Feng Yi managed to invest money meaningfully. With the procurement of 3,000 Space Crystals, he assembled an elite force of 3,000 and captured the Saudi Capital in one fell swoop.

During the times of conflict, Kexiao couldn't wish for Feng Yi's early demise eagerly enough, the sooner, the better. Yet, now he suddenly realized that having such a person in the world wasn't too bad; otherwise, life would be too dull and tasteless.

Inside a lavish room, Kexiao was casually reviewing contestant information. Were there a few worth noting? Sky Shadow, Desert Storm, Soaring Sword Dragon, and even Blue Electric Rain, these were all beings potentially filled with uncertainty.

As the Light Screen suddenly flickered, it displayed ten wrinkled faces, their eyes smiling kindly as they looked at Kexiao.

Kexiao paused, "What's up?"

The elders responded with smiles but no words, looking at each other before quickly speaking up, "Child, your performance today was very good."

"Good? Shouldn't I feel lost?"

"Why feel lost? Exposing a person with ambition, isn't that a remarkable achievement for you?"

"Shabak was after all a rare combat strength in Saudi, if possible, I wouldn't have wished for him to come to this end."

"Let's not talk about this. Let's change the subject," one elder hesitated before saying, "Excellence needs to be passed down by bloodline. You have reached the age to take a wife and have children. We don't know what type you like, so the council has decided to organize a matchmaking event for you."

As he spoke, the elder transferred a digital document containing profiles of outstanding women, each young and beautiful with exceptional temperament and certain backgrounds. Another elder spoke, "Actresses, singers, military entrepreneurs, or socialites of the upper class, the council has prepared a variety of matchmaking candidates for you."

It was these boring propositions again. Kexiao, rubbing his somewhat throbbing temples, shook his head and shrugged, "No plans for now, at present, I'm only interested in two people."

"Which two?"

"One from Sena's Hell's Gate, Roland; the other, Feng Yi, from the Atlan Federation."

Don't get your hopes up, but these two really aren't so easy to marry off. The elderly man suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Child, Feng Yi is a man, you see, and moreover, he's a core military leader of the enemy nation."

"Uh-huh, that's right—if you want to marry someone, marry Roland; if you want to be wed, be wed to Feng Yi. That settles it." Kexiao was clearly joking, and after saying so, immediately hung up the Heavenly Communication without further explanation and turned off the device; now there was no time to consider these superfluous thoughts.

However, compared with Roland, Kexiao truly cared more about Feng Yi. She could find only limited value in digging into Roland's background, as she preferred to be an observer; she knew that aside from being powerful, her knowledge about him was overly one-sided. On the other hand, Feng Yi, a gentleman of various societal charms, was very down-to-earth, which was more to her taste, though she wondered what that fellow was busy with now.

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At that moment, Feng Yi was certainly troubled. He was worried about how he had inexplicably become entangled in this hidden schools conflict.

To show a sense of personal initiative, Feng Yi's words clearly carried the intention of counterattack, and after speaking, he gently let down a few strands of Mengdie's hair.

In fact, he wasn't really smelling the fragrance of Mengdie's hair—what's so pleasant about hair? Well, although it did smell quite good, his real purpose was to use Mengdie to make a comparison with the woman in front of him, suggesting subtly that she should not push him too far, for he could easily dishonor her based solely on her looks.

But Feng Yi didn't go that far, only alluding indirectly. This casual and simple action put a certain psychological pressure on the woman, hoping that Mengdie could understand his plight.

After all, although his knowledge about Mengdie was limited, he was aware that she was definitely not the kind of woman to sit idly by while someone lightly touched her hair, even just a bit, without being moved. On the contrary, the strong personality hidden beneath her tranquil exterior was very assertive and aggressive, especially in a public setting. Feng Yi felt like he was precariously probing on the brink of danger.

Fortunately, he succeeded. Mengdie tacitly did not rebuff him; perhaps she understood his intentions, only quietly giving him a glance before her gaze like flowing water glanced away to another place, pondering who knows what.

Feng Yi hoped his opponent would back down upon realizing the difficulty, that she would recognize he was not someone to be trifled with, and then offer him an 'out'. Perhaps then the situation could be easily handled. As he let a strand of hair that had fallen loose, Feng Yi continued, "Beautiful girl, how about we call this round a draw? What do you think?"

His tone was even, his handsome face unchanged with a light smile, as if he had everything under control, cryptic and profound.

Ya Ru inwardly scoffed; General Feng Yi indeed had the reputation as rumored, both literate and strategic, with a keen mind. She had come prepared, but the fact that her opponent could so readily propose a truce truly showcased his exceptional insight. Just as she was about to respond, Qing Yin, the top position holder of Tianyin Sect, spoke up, "Ya Ru, step down this instant and take your punishment with a drink. Do you really need General Feng to apologize to you directly?"

"Yes." With a graceful motion of her hand, a cup of plain wine flew into Ya Ru's fingertips without her touching it, showing her Inner Strength was indeed considerable. She said, "General Feng truly lives up to his name, brilliant and stunning; I willingly concede and will take a drink as my penalty."

As she spoke, she did not hesitate to down the wine in her cup in one gulp.

To this sort of polite ceremonial talk, Feng Yi naturally knew how to respond, "I apologize for my brash appearance, disturbing everyone's elegant enjoyment. I will take three penalties: one for the young lady, one for Mengdie, and one for all the distinguished guests present."

Since he did not carry any drinking apparatus with him, Feng Yi simply took out the wine flask he carried on his person, a companion for many years, a gift from Guo Guo.

With a light flick of his thumb upwards, the flask's lid popped open with a bang. With a sweeping gesture, he downed the flask of strong liquor under the watchful eyes of all. "Glug, glug, glug..."

In that moment, everyone's heart was shaken... he was the general who lay drunken on the battlefield; he was the unfettered and reckless drinker, and at the same time a man of boldness and vengefulness. Feng Yi's behavior was open, free, majestic, and awe-inspiring, exuding the aura of a hero, without losing the mature and steady side of a gentleman. A chorus of cheers erupted below, as the heads of the major sects all witnessed what a true warrior off the battlefield was like.

Compared to the subtlety of the hidden sects, he not only possessed the daring bravery of a warrior, robust and manly, but also a great aspiring spirit, without lacking meticulousness. Literate and strategic, with extraordinary insight, his every move displayed his gallantry.

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