Exotic Battlefield: I Can Activate Dual Talents-Chapter 116 - 110: The Ninth Titled King of Humanity! (Part 2)

Chapter 116: Chapter 110: The Ninth Titled King of Humanity! (Part 2)

"Cough cough, if there’s a next life and I become a woman... I’ll... I’ll marry you, cough cough, if I become a man... we’ll bow to heaven and earth and be sworn brothers, h-how about it, cough cough..."

"Alright, alright, can you just shut up for a bit?"

"We’ve led them around for half a month now, why haven’t the Investigation Department people noticed anything strange."

"Could it be that I, Mr. Song, renowned all my life, will die here?"

Mr. Song jokes as he drags Black Eagle quickly forward.

"Mr. Song, just put me down already... you’re crushing my ribs with your damn arm... when we get back, eat more meat if you have time, don’t be so skinny like a skeleton."

"Stop talking, the Eagle Feather people are here, I can sense them."

"You run; if you escape, at least you can get the intel out. Don’t let us both die here."

"Exotic Beast Investigation Department, cough cough, the first rule, intelligence above all."

"Go, Mr. Song."

"Next year, on this day, just get me some good wine, that’s all. I want to drink the Federal Dream Blue."

Black Eagle gives his last instructions intermittently, Mr. Song wants to take him away.

But when he turns around, he sees the distant sky with Eagle Feather alien patrols flying.

He clenches his teeth.

"Black Eagle, you better die; my subsidy can’t buy Dream Blue, if you want it, go ask the group leader."

"I’m off!"

Mr. Song says a word and doesn’t wait for Black Eagle’s reply, disappearing into the mountain forest with a few flashes.

Black Eagle looks at Mr. Song’s departing figure and grins.

It doesn’t matter if he dies.

As long as the intelligence gets back.

After a long while.

A rustling sound.

Several Eagle Feather aliens, each two meters tall, arrive in front of Black Eagle.

"Human, where’s the companion that was with you."

"He, he went to find Human Race masters, you, cough cough, you wait a bit, they’ll be here soon."

Black Eagle looks at the Eagle Feather clan members before him, his eyes full of mockery.

"Rest assured, my Human Race masters will slice through the alien race countless times, you, you won’t feel a bit of pain."

"Human, you’re asking for death!"

The leading Eagle Feather clansman says sinisterly.

Having screwed up this mission, he will face plenty of criticism when he returns.

Even though Black Eagle and Mr. Song were released by that big shot, who would dare to blame that big shot?

"I..."

Black Eagle just attempts to retort but suddenly stops.

He hears a deafening voice in his ears.

"I, Human Federation, Zhao Lei."

"Today I broke through the Level 9 Shackles, entered the Titled Realm, and this life, I vow to serve the Federation’s hundreds of billions earnestly, even unto death."

Black Eagle is momentarily stunned.

The Human Race has produced the ninth Titled King, did it?

Facing the ferocious Eagle Feather clan members, he smiles.

The birth of the ninth Titled King in the Human Race calls for a celebration.

Today, let it be me, Black Eagle, celebrating Zhao Lei the Titled King, celebrating for the Human Federation, celebrating for the many exotic beasts and alien race groups in this Exotic Battlefield.

Celebrate!

A splendid firework appears in the mountain forest.

Mr. Song, who has already escaped over ten kilometers, wipes away the tears from the corner of his eyes.

Eagle Feather aliens, just wait.

Grandpa will surely return.

...

At the moment, in various parts of the federation, regardless of identity, ability, or work.

All Federation people hear Zhao Lei’s voice.

Humans across all regions begin various celebrations.

Celebrating the birth of the ninth Titled King.

Saturn.

Green City, abandoned basketball court behind Lishui Bay.

Bai Jingwei gently claps, Cen Xian claps, Zhuge Li claps.

Lu Lin claps, Xiao Yan Xiao Li clap, the many Star Core Warriors who arrived clap.

The thousands of residents living in Lishui Bay Community, who witness the scene firsthand, clap together.

In Green City, on streets, in parks, in bars, in the airport, in the high-speed rail station waiting hall, cleaners sweeping the roads, all clap together.

Lu Lin smiles.

He once read stories, watched videos about the first eight Star Core Warriors of the federation being promoted to Titled King.

But he always felt, none have made him as enthused as this time.

Cheers for Zhao Lei!

Cheers for the Human Race!

Cheers for the future...!