Chapter 2125 - 2118: Such a Fierce Slave

"What is that noise, why is it so loud?" Zhang Menglong had no idea where he had fallen; he only felt a cacophony below him, with clanging sounds suggesting a fierce battle was underway.

However, due to his rapid descent, Zhang Menglong couldn’t clearly see what was happening.

"Bang!"

Another jarring impact that felt like his bones might shatter hit him. If this were the original battlefield, such a violent collision could destroy a Giant City.

But here, it only created a pit with a diameter of less than 10 meters.

Nevertheless, this immense force seemed to have caused a severe shockwave, as Zhang Menglong heard screams and hurried footsteps.

Two groups of people surrounded the pit, all resembling Humans, but with differences in skin color, facial features, and builds.

They wore different uniforms: one group mainly in blue, the other in red, wielding weapons like two armies at war.

Zhang Menglong’s fall directly landed him onto a fierce battlefield!

The closest person in blue armor raised what looked like a spear and thrust it at Zhang Menglong’s chest. Zhang Menglong reached out and felt a formidable strength!

Judging by their strength alone, these people were on par with some ordinary Dao Realm peak experts. In this Supreme World, such beings seemed almost like Cannon Fodder!

Seeing Zhang Menglong catch the attack, both the blue and red armored people looked shocked, as if it were something incredible.

Those surrounding red-armored individuals whispered among themselves, seemingly exchanging views.

"Gou Dan, translate for me quickly, find the language system of this world; I can’t understand it!"

[Dean, give me a bit more time, I’ve found it and am translating!]

To ensure his survival, Zhang Menglong kicked the blue-armored man away. "I’ve told you it was an accident, can you let me leave? I don’t want to fight you!"

The blue-armored group ignored Zhang Menglong; two more came at him with swords.

Dragged into an unexpected conflict, Zhang Menglong felt annoyed. "You’re forcing me into this; I’m just defending myself. You others should testify for me!"

Zhang Menglong had killed many before, but being in a different place meant he didn’t understand the local rules. Even on a battlefield, he couldn’t predict if killing here might lead to punishment.

If he stumbled into unsolvable trouble, he didn’t want his parents to be bailing him out when he next saw them.

Some red-armored individuals seemed to accept Zhang Menglong, rushing to join him, leading to chaos between both sides.

"Damn! Crushed another person!" Zhang Menglong rubbed his waist, seeing a barely recognizable blue soldier underneath him—clearly beyond saving.

Looking up, Zhang Menglong found a crowd watching him, noticing their demeanor and the sounds of battle, he assessed his surroundings.

"Sorry for crushing one of your guys," Zhang Menglong grinned, "You go on fighting, I won’t disturb you."

Unamused by trouble, Zhang Menglong considered finding his parents here, maybe reconnecting with ancestors over tea, ignoring this world’s conflicts.

But he overlooked that this new world had different cultures and moral systems, with his words becoming meaningless.

Because Zhang Menglong had crushed a blue-armored person, others grouped him with the red-armored ones!

Through their eyes, Zhang Menglong noticed some goodwill from the reds.

Wow, their friend-or-foe judgment was this straightforward?

The blue-armored group suddenly shouted, raising weapons and rushing toward Zhang Menglong.

"Hey, I said it wasn’t intentional, I fell from the sky; it’s not entirely my fault you didn’t avoid falling objects?"

"No, it can’t be my fault; I’m the falling object, like having a flowerpot drop on your head, you can’t blame the pot, but whoever dropped it, right? So, who threw me down? This world’s rules, clearly."

Zhang Menglong complained while retreating, not wanting conflict with the blues.

Yet, unable to understand, they saw Zhang Menglong as an enemy—a blue casualty aligned him with the reds, warranting attack!

Fighting while backing away, Zhang Menglong climbed out of his impact-induced pit, noticing more figures beyond the armored groups—ragged or cleaner, but resolved in expression.

They lacked weapons but charged the battlefield, sometimes banding together to overwhelm armored foes and use their weapons to kill them.

Not extraordinarily stronger than the armored ones but sufficiently dangerous when grouped.

Zhang Menglong was seemingly familiar with such people.

Huaxia’s history featured armies using captives, criminals, even slaves in war—winning brought penal reduction or freedom, even advancement upon valor.

Viewed now, these seemed analogous roles.

Too weak, they mostly counted among Cannon Fodder.

A red cloth-tied person charged at Zhang Menglong, almost startling him into lashing out; the person tried speaking, unintelligible to Zhang Menglong.

This person wanted Zhang Menglong’s help ambushing an injured blue soldier.

Seeing Zhang Menglong unmoving, they grabbed a weapon and attacked solo.

The blue soldier, though hurt by the weapon, had strong muscles that stopped deeper penetration, countering fatally.

This soldier then fixed his gaze on Zhang Menglong, rushing at him with his spear.

To him, Zhang Menglong was either a captive, a criminal, or a slave—criminals bore marks, Zhang Menglong’s clean skin implied slavery.

As Zhang Menglong caught the spear, he showed his open palm, gathering energy there.

"Boom!"

A potent force fired from his palm, launching the soldier flying.

A middle-aged overseer became interested in this energy, aligning his telescope-like device on Zhang Menglong.

"Defeated a second-class soldier? A slave that strong in our army?"