"Talking about familial love or friendship, that's just boring..."

The Bizarre moved like a meteor racing the moon, teleporting continuously, charging recklessly through the asteroid field, madly bombarding the nearby asteroids...

He kept venting this maddening emotion... The unknown feeling had troubled Bizarre for a while, yet apart from burying these emotions, Bizarre had no one to confide in.

However, the former's words were like a powder keg that completely exploded the emotional dam inside Bizarre.

Feng Yi didn't intervene to stop anything from happening, he simply looked up to the sky, as if silently waiting—for it to vent and vent enough before truly becoming itself.

This time lasted for a long, a very long time, long enough to pass through this song-less night and greet the second dawn...

Strangely enough, despite his continuous release, Bizarre showed no hostility towards humans.

Of course, Feng Yi was very far from it, but that didn't mean he couldn't sense its surging heartbeat.

From being utterly resentful to being uncontrollably upset, he could sense the subtle changes in Bizarre over those three days, and even feel its emotions at that time. Finally, Bizarre faced itself, abandoning all that it had once been, transforming into a brand new, pure warrior with the determination to grow stronger to make up for past regrets.

Boom... Whang...

A surge of energy suddenly radiated out with Feng Yi as the epicenter.

Yet, facing Bizarre's assault, Feng Yi didn't choose to take the hit passively as before; instead, he raised a hand to counter it head-on.

"See you in the ring."

This strike was more of a retaliation than an attack!

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Meanwhile, Feng Yi also gained insight into many novel ideas over those three days, exhibiting an almost zero presence. Even when deliberately hiding his aura, he stood on this high platform for three days as if no one noticed.

Upon reaching the Federation District, the city was bustling with noise. There was no moment more historically significant than now, for this was the day before the start, and the last day for players from all over the world, even alien races, to register, with no extensions after the deadline.

At this moment, a rare scene appeared in the Federation District City. Observant individuals could spot emotions on the travelers' faces that were unbefitting for this time.

Confusion, loss, helplessness.

The reason was simple: on the scrolling screens, they didn't find Feng Yi's name, not even the Revenge Shadow Rider.

Yet, despite the screens having tens of thousands of names, it shouldn't be difficult to find Feng Yi with so many eyes, plus high-definition equipment.

It could be said that at least half the travelers from the Federation came to see Feng Yi; they just wanted to see their adored hero in person. But without Feng Yi, what's there to see!

As time passed, the complaints grew louder, and the topic briefly made it to the district's hotspots.

"Damn it, today's the last registration day, why isn't Feng Yi here? Refund my ticket."

A group of enraged men cursed as they entered the registration area, followed by countless indignant fellows adding fuel to the flames.

"Host, come out and give us an explanation."

"Hello sir, are you waiting for Feng Yi?"

"No kidding!" The interviewee, a grumpy elder brother, snatched the microphone and pointed at the screen, saying, "If Feng Yi doesn't appear, I want a refund!"

"Haha, it seems this friend is a bit emotional, I don't disagree with you, but are you serious about the refund?"

"Absolutely, you don't know how long I saved to see Feng Yi." The man spoke more and more aggrievedly, the more aggrieved he got, the more he wanted to cry.

"Haha, actually, being here, we all have the same idea. It's not the last moment yet, don't be discouraged, believe that a miracle will happen."

The commotion in the Federation grew, soon reaching the organizers, yet except for the Federation's own people, others' reactions to the Federation travelers were diverse—some ridiculed, others felt disappointed, because Feng Yi's influence wasn't limited to the Federation.

But once the issue was on the table, apart from expressing regret verbally, other countries were secretly delighted, fortunate that Feng Yi wouldn't attend.

Honestly, once that guy showed up, it was certain that few could match him, even those who could would be rare. Finding two or three within a faction would be considered lucky.

At this juncture, a professor from Bergheide even suggested cutting off registrations early, reasoning it was sound but all unfounded personal conjectures.

Against such proposals, the Federation was the first to stand in opposition, knowing that apart from Feng Yi, they could count their truly capable fighters on one hand.

Don't be fooled by Iserin, Illusion Technique mentors with their beautiful looks, reputed names, and seductive speech. When comparing them to Feng Yi, they couldn't be compared; their experience was far too shallow, hardly having fought life-and-death battles, let alone focusing on individual competence.

But faced with such circumstances, the high-level officials had no choice but to exhaust every means to remedy the situation. To treat special circumstances specially, try not to make a spectacle for the world.

So here you go, you Iserin... As an Illusion Technique mentor, at least she held a respectable place on the World Power Rankings in terms of looks and reputation.

Amidst a few old men's talk, Iserin was quickly nominated.

"Eh!?"

Even a lady was staggered by such a sudden blow!

"What, what, you want me to soothe the masses?"

"Haha, it's higher-ups' idea too. It's a great opportunity for our Academy to shine," Professor Weirbo advised gently, like a breeze.

"Professor, considering your age, I'll call you uncle, but don't shove me into the fire pit."

"Child, this is a chance to perform; do you want the Federation to lose face in front of the world? Remember, you are the pride of the Wind Thunder Military Academy," another elder said kindly.

Screw your pride, Iserin nearly swore!

What magnitude of the battlefield is the Peak Arena, and what level is Senior Feng Yi as a fighter? In terms of prestige and charisma, she couldn't hope to compare to such a character.

Admittedly, as a lady group, Iserin held elegance and pride but wasn't foolish enough to jump into fire at such a dangerous moment. The paproaching expert who ascertained Feng Yi wouldn't participate, had already resigned.

You want me to appease the visitors, what if the next second they curse me into hiding? Iserin wasn't stupid; she knew no matter what she said, it would offend unless someone as influential as Kexiao spoke, but he wouldn't bother with such trivial matters.

"He will definitely come."

At this time, a sharp-eyed man passed by; a grass twig hung from his mouth, exuding an unapologetic arrogance that couldn't be hidden. Only his profound gaze and deep presence quietly indicated this man was no ordinary person!

"You're... Xiu Yi!"

Iserin was naturally familiar with Xiu Yi, as he debuted earlier than her, becoming a bounty hunter at the age of 13.

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