The federal capital, Lunovila Central City.

A few minutes after the appointment challenge was decided, the first visiting delegation received a telegram from Via Asia.

At this time, they had just finished the morning negotiations with federal government officials.

After reading the telegram content, Jiang Xianzhi asked someone to temporarily notify the federal side, postponed the afternoon meeting time, and then called the main senior executives of the team over and asked their opinions.

Chu Zhixian said: "Captain, I had concerns that day. Director Chen was too impulsive and now he was going to have another battle. Although I don't know what the fighter is, I know that Crosal has a much higher influence in the world than Director Chen. Director Chen is joking about his life.

I'm not nice to say, if he's because of this."

He paused, "Does our visiting delegation be responsible for him? Will it have more negative impact on the subsequent negotiations?"

Tu Haisheng said: "Captain, I read the report. This matter is the first in the federal side. As a member of my Dashun visiting delegation, Director Chen has nothing wrong with maintaining personal dignity and national honor. I don't think he should be criticized."

Jiang Kuozhi said: "Captain Xie just sent me a separate telegram. He is confident in Director Chen. We are waiting to see the results. As for now, Director Chen is still a member of our visiting delegation, we should support it."

He said to his assistant: "I'm going to call us to let Director Chen concentrate on his war and don't have any worries. The visiting delegation supports his decision."

He also said to Tu Haisheng: "The government should have received the news, and he will definitely come to us later. Deputy Head Tu, please contact me on your behalf."

Tu Haisheng replied, "Okay, leader."

The federal government also discussed this matter because of this matter. The staff of the government discussed it and believed that this might be because the West Bank Party intends to interfere with the negotiations between the two sides through this matter.

Their first reaction was to suppress the matter before it had a greater impact, so they quickly contacted the Dashun visiting delegation and asked if this matter could be handled in a low-key manner. They would try to give a satisfactory reply afterwards.

Deputy Head Tu came forward on behalf of the party. The reply he gave was that Crosal interfered with the original fight. Director Chen made a reasonable response completely in accordance with the authority given by the Council. If the Federation can persuade Crosal to apologize or make compensation, they can try to appease the matter.

The staff team obviously cannot restrain Crosal, and they have no idea about this.

In the federal level, when it comes to Crosal, if it is not for violating the national laws, no one can shake the decision he made, let alone the identity of a member of the West Bank Party, and the National Parliament still has a lot of people to support him.

This time they just tried to test that if Dashun takes the initiative to give in, then this matter will be suppressed.

In fact, the government is not without signs targeting the West Bank. For example, the previous blockade hall was fled due to an escape incident.

But they don't want to play this card at this time.

Since we can't stop it, we can only evaluate the possible consequences of this matter.

As the main members of this, Cassian and Olin discussed for a while and found it difficult to make an accurate judgment on the outcome of the battle.

Not to mention that they received a complete report on the Blockade Hall incident, they knew that Chen Chuan could not see it with the usual eyes of the fighters of the Secret Hall.

Olin rubbed his eyebrows, took another sip of the awakening drink, and said with a headache: "So we need to provide two plans for the consul?"

"That's right." Cassian looked at his watch and said, "Let's wait for the result."

An hour passed quickly.

Chen Chuan walked out of the venue with the Xue Jun knife. He started fighting with Rosad at 10 o'clock in the morning.

It's just past eleven o'clock now. The sunshine at noon in spring is a bit dazzling, but it only provides a little warmth, because the strong wind that is caught in the big venue at this moment seems a little cold.

When Krosal saw him coming out, he walked down from the viewing stage. He was wearing a special hunting outfit today, but he did not carry any weapons.

He only had part of his body here, and he didn't think he would bring the weapons he used to be, but at his level, he usually couldn't use these.

His hands just sag naturally, barely surpassing his knees, but it doesn't mean that his lower body is short, but his legs and feet are extremely long.

On the stage, everyone sitting there was not very calm, especially a few fighters.

His eyes were all looking down without blinking.

Today they will have the honor to see the destructive power and strength of the throne fighters. Although they may not be able to see the specific situation clearly, it is a great honor to just watch on the spot.

Now looking at Crosal's back, they felt a heavy depression and even their breathing was not smooth. They couldn't help but wonder, how could Dashun have the courage to challenge such a strong man? Maybe the battle will end very quickly, right?

After Chen Chuan arrived at the center of the venue, he inserted the Xuejun knife into the ground again. He said, "Mr. Crosal, you left too fast that day. I originally wanted to cut it with you, but I would like to thank you for giving me this opportunity when I came here today."

His voice was very sincere.

Crosal stared at him without a response. If Fan Zhentong hadn't appeared, he wouldn't have left so simply that day.

However, those who heard this on the stage were a little surprised and surprised. So did these two meet before?

And after hearing this, Mr. Crosal seemed to have given up on his own initiative?

And what made them feel a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable was that when Chen Chuan faced Crosal, he seemed calm and his tone was natural and calm, just like talking to an equal opponent. This attitude made them feel a little dissatisfied.

Chen Chuan took the hilt of Xue Jun's knife and slowly pulled it out. After the entire sheath was unsheathed, he turned the blade. It took time for a cold light to flash. At this moment, the people on the stage felt a bone-permeable chill.

Crosal couldn't help but take a look at the knife.

At this time, the spiritual fire on both people slowly rises up.

Chen Chuan's spiritual fire was like a fire coat covering his body. It was not fierce when you looked at it, but it exuded a stable coordination. The platinum radius was densely flickering, like the water surface that was shot under heavy rain.

Crosal's spiritual fire was deep purple-red, just like the Dongxuan Temple fighter that Chen Chuan saw last time, presenting a thick halo that tightly wrapped around himself.

Chen Chuan knew that this was the result of the high concentration and constraints of the spiritual fire, and ordinary fighters could not do this at all.

It can also be seen from this that his coordination and constraints on the spiritual fire are gradually approaching this state.

After each of them was ready, they looked up and looked at each other, and obviously they saw the signal of war in each other's eyes.

At this time, Chen Chuan immediately felt a powerful spirit falling on him, as if a huge wave suddenly pressed down, surrounding him, squeezing him, and continued to continue.

This affected not only him, but even the screen of the ritual field in the field was shaking and twisted, but he stood there without moving at all.

It was not surprising that Crosal saw that Chen Chuan was not affected at all, because the latter proved that he was not afraid that night, but even the knife in Chen Chuan's hand was not affected at all, which further shows that the knife is not simple.

At this time, his body seemed to shake slightly, and his figure suddenly disappeared, and the place where he was originally standing under his feet collapsed and cracked, sinking down.

Chen Chuan stared at the figure who was approaching quickly in front of him, and could see that the air around him was easily torn and squeezed away.

Although the opponent is very fast, it is not as fast as it is difficult to deal with.

Originally, he was a knife-holder and should stop him from the circle in time and never let him in, but he did not choose to do so.

After the opponent came, he moved his head a step outward, shook his head, avoiding the opponent's punch, and then used his left hand to block the other fist he attacked.

The moment the fist and palms intersected, the spiritual fire on it seemed to merge together. There was no fierce appearance or any sound. However, everyone on the field noticed that the entire venue was shaking at that moment. After a while, the chairs under the seats surged, as if they were sitting on the waves, and at the same time, the rumbling sound came with them.

Chen Chuan felt the power rushing towards the other side and felt that Crosal's power was slightly weaker than the one he met last time, but this could not prove the strength of both sides. It was probably only related to the number of differentiated limbs.

However, his power was greater than the previous one, so he not only did not retreat because of this, but instead kicked it up after this collision. Because the speed was too fast, it was almost like a light blade being lifted out.

Crosal obviously did not expect that his power was so powerful that he could withstand his attack head-on, but this did not affect his rhythm. At this moment, his body turned to the side with a very small angle and avoided the kick.

At the same time, he withdrew on his palm on his waist, and the already highly condensed spiritual fire seemed to flow faintly.

However, before he could send out the strike, Chen Chuan twisted his waist and kicked his legs in the air, and suddenly changed direction and kicked him horizontally.

Crosal's hand was not moved, and he placed his hand in front and blocked the kick. The two spiritual fires collided and melted away, and more cracks appeared on his arms. However, at this time, it seemed that he had already accumulated momentum. The hand on his waist suddenly poked out. In an instant, a strong flashing light poked out from the front of his finger and headed straight to Chen Chuan's face!
Chapter completed!