Captain, your ship has exploded again.

In the council chamber, representatives from every faction on Vigilant Planet that could be seated at the table were present.

Zhang Xun, representing the Extreme Battle Group, looked at the noble group with a gloomy expression.

"I'm sure everyone knows the purpose of this meeting!"

The noble representative, inhaling the 'spice,' said, 'Lord Zhang Xun, this is quite puzzling. Didn't you call us here for a meeting? How come you don't know the purpose of the meeting?'

"Hahaha."

Many nobles burst out laughing.

Most of these prickly noble families are resource-based; they do not rely on technology, but rather on the natural resource of Blackstone on Vigilant Star to make their fortune.

They were not interested in the technology Zhang Xun possessed; on the contrary, they believed that Zhang Xun's arrival would severely weaken the rule of the local nobles.

Traitors are a common character in the Warhammer universe, and often, unambitious nobles are Chaos's primary targets.

Lifespan, health, power, and desire are insatiable chasms for nobles.

Some of the nobles who had pledged allegiance to Zhang Xun early on were looking at their fellow nobles with strange expressions.

As nobles, even those born out of wedlock were expected to receive a good education, but the current situation made them extremely wary.

Zhang Xun glanced at the nobles who were spouting nonsense and said, "Oh, since that's the case, I'll be frank. Your actions in the battle against the scoundrels have constituted treason, and the court intends to let you go and have a look."

Zhang Xun's words stopped the laughter, and the nobles who had just been mocking him looked at Zhang Xun with ill intent.

What do you mean by visiting the courtroom? Is that a place where people should go? Those judges are experts at restoring memories; they'll be convicted of treason.

“Your Excellency, this is not funny.”

This time, the title became a vague official position. The position of "Minister of Internal Affairs" could be high or low, and the lowest was only a local messenger.

"Funny? What were you doing when those cunning bastards were wreaking havoc in Hongbei Zhongchao?"

At this moment, one of the gaunt nobles stood up and said, "We are suppressing the scoundrels and the rioters they have coerced. They have all been infected by the scoundrels. If we don't deal with them, the capital will never have peace."

Zhang Xun's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he said, "Rampage? Workers at the disaster relief site?"

The other party chuckled and said, "It's their fault for taking what they shouldn't have taken and blocking a path to wealth that they shouldn't have blocked."

These disaster relief stations were all set up on Zhang Xun's orders. In addition to providing job opportunities, they also provide minimum living allowances to some people who have lost their ability to work.

However, these actions indirectly blocked the path to wealth for the resource-rich aristocracy.

Zhang Xun blocked their path of buying low and selling high, and they needed to understand that Zhongchao was their biggest money-making opportunity.

Zhang Xun's actions were to cut off their outstretched hands.

Some people think this is exaggerated, but they forget that people are also a resource in the Warhammer world, whether they work and produce while alive, are made into wet parts when disabled, have their organs harvested when they die accidentally, or are made into corpse starch after death.

Technology has already completely dictated a person's life.

Some might say, "Isn't there also a lower nesting area?"

This is the key point: the poor prince sect in the Lower Nest District has begun to rebel against the Empire because of Zhang Xun's actions.

This action led to a shortage of living people for the nobles.

The people of Zhongchao who sold their labor became their next target.

Zhang Xun laughed at the other party's remarks. Did they really think that sending some ragtag soldiers and cleaning up some mixed-race scraps would allow them to get through this meeting safely?

"Trash only deserves to be swept into the garbage dump. Who knows how much of your family blood is still flowing in your veins?"

The gaunt nobleman rose angrily and, in front of many powerful figures, made a loud declaration.

"Damn it, I, Kash Sebrun, the thirtieth successor of Sebrun, hereby formally challenge Zhang Xun of Huaxia..."

The person next to him tugged at his sleeve and muttered a few words. Then the gaunt nobleman straightened his clothes and said...

"A noble swordsmanship duel! One must bear the consequences of their actions."

It was obvious that the EVAs sent by Zhang Xun prevented them from initiating a knight duel. At the same time, Zhang Xun also strongly suspected that the family he had never heard of might not be a knight family at all.

Zhang Xun's current state is too deceptive.

Having just been rescued and attacked, he was pale-faced and sitting in a simple wheelchair; he didn't look like a warrior or knight at all.

Don't be fooled by their skinny appearance. In the Warhammer universe, machines and artificial organs are prevalent, so physique is not a fundamental measure of a person's combat strength.

But someone who can only be pushed around can't possibly be very strong in combat.

Wang Ge, standing next to Zhang Xun, stepped forward angrily, intending to crush these bastards in Zhang Xun's place.

But Zhang Xun reached out and blocked it.

"Alright, I accept your duel request."

Wang Ge looked at Zhang Xun with some surprise and whispered, "Don't be silly. Don't be fooled by their seemingly useless appearance. They were all raised with strict aristocratic education. With your physical condition, it would be difficult to defeat them in a duel without armor."

Zhang Xun slowly stood up from his wheelchair and said, "Believe me, I value my life the most."

Wang Ge looked at Zhang Xun with disdain. "Cherish your life? Do you think Natal believes what you're saying? If it weren't for the fact that the battleship wasn't so unsuitable, they would have used a battleship to smash Thanos back in the Marvel movies."

Soon the table in the conference room was moved away, and Zhang Xun and Kashgar took the standard longswords from the waiters.

Moreno stood beside Marcus, looking at Zhang Xun in the arena with some concern, and asked.

"How is your guild leader's swordsmanship? Don't let Kash's thin appearance fool you; his swordsmanship is among the best in the nobility."

Moreno's inexplicable concern made Marcus look at her with some strangeness.

Could it be that this girl has developed feelings for Zhang Xun? You should know that the first scar on your face was left by him.

"Swordsmanship? Don't be ridiculous, he's the weakest among us besides the clerical staff. If he uses a high-tech sword to hit someone, he might be very good."

Moreno asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why?"

"That kid is ruthless to others, but even more ruthless to himself."

The two men on the field exchanged sword salutes and then stood forward.

Kash looked at Zhang Xun with a cold expression and said, "Can your body still perform sword techniques? Have you returned all your sword skills to your mother after tens of thousands of years?"

Zhang Xun's smiling face instantly turned gloomy.

"After tens of thousands of years, when did nobles start using their mouths to serve their rivals? Did you rise to power through that?"

That's really malicious. In the Warhammer universe, which is a war-themed universe, none of the rulers got their positions through flattery.

Even if you are the governor of a planet, as long as you can kill the previous governor and take control of the planet, the Empire will not care at all. The Ministry of the Interior will only care about whether the tithe can be collected.

To say in this context that a nobleman relies on his words for service is a public insult to the family, especially since the heir to the noble title represents the family's reputation.

"The two blades clashed!"

At this point, the other nobles, who could no longer wait, urged, "Stop talking nonsense and get started!"

After ensuring fairness for both sides, the referee shouted, "The duel begins!"