Looking at him, he was full of posture, calm and collected, with no intention of asking for help.

The muscleman wasn’t foolish; he hurriedly picked up a spear from the ground. The sharp tip of the spear reflected the firelight inside the tent. The muscleman’s eyes were like the blade of a sharpened knife, fixed directly on Chen Lang as he charged towards him.

Chen Lang met him with a sword, and when the sword and spear clashed, a strong sound echoed out. Then Chen Lang swung another sword down, and the muscleman had no choice but to lift his spear to block it. Under Chen Lang’s heavy pressure, the sharp tip moved closer to his body.

The muscleman shouted angrily, with sweat trickling down his temples.

Dripping little by little downward.

Seeing that the muscleman was struggling, Chen Lang loudly said, "Well, you kid really have guts! I didn’t expect your ability to be above the Four Spirits Seal. I really don’t understand how someone as capable as you ended up a laborer."

Upon hearing Chen Lang ask, the muscleman immediately spat on him.

"Bah! You dog official, what’s wrong with being a laborer? Aren’t laborers people? Today, I’ll let you taste the power of a laborer, huh."

As he spoke, the muscleman forcefully pushed upward, and Chen Lang was knocked aside.

"Kings and ministers, are they born special? Though we are of humble origin, we can clearly distinguish right from wrong. You bureaucrat vermin, harming the people, you treat us like pigs and dogs. Fighting when you want, killing when you wish. Tell me, who gave you that authority?"

The muscleman questioned Chen Lang, yet Chen Lang casually wiped the saliva from his face. Seeing Chen Lang’s face covered in spit, the muscleman laughed heartily.

"Who gave me this authority? I’ll tell you who gave me this authority. Somebody get this traitor!"

Chen Lang, seeing himself humiliated, immediately ordered his men to capture the muscleman.

The muscleman let out a fierce shout, showing no fear as he faced several soldiers advancing from behind.

Chen Lang had previously said the muscleman was above the Four Spirits Seal. He guessed only half right; the muscleman was not just above the Four Spirits Seal, but had already unlocked the Fifth Spirit Knot.

So, when facing the muscleman, Chen Lang wisely decided to have his men together subdue him.

Seeing the soldiers hesitating, Chen Lang shouted once more.

"Ah! Go to hell..."

Saying this, he brandished his sword and charged at the muscleman, who was utterly fearless. Facing Chen Lang’s sharp sword, Chen Lang’s current ability could only match the muscleman evenly. Whether fearing the destruction of the Central Army tent or the banquet later, none of the spectators fully exerted themselves.

The muscleman used his spear to lightly strike at Chen Lang, immediately tearing a hole in his clothes.

Fortunately, not injuring the flesh, Chen Lang understood why these people dared to openly challenge his military authority inside the tent!

"So that’s how it is."

Chen Lang moved with small steps, shifting sideways while staring at the muscleman.

For some reason, Chen Lang hesitated to strike again.

The muscleman advanced directly, swinging three times in succession, each time tearing Chen Lang’s clothes. Luckily he wore soft armor underneath, otherwise he’d be dead.

Several soldiers, seeing the general at a disadvantage, hurriedly swung their large swords at the muscleman.

One well-equipped soldier brandished a shining broadsword and swung it down hard at the muscleman. The muscleman didn’t dodge, directly meeting it, his sharp spear piercing through both the soldier and his armor. A mouthful of red blood spewed forth.

Seeing someone die, Chen Lang’s men quickly went outside to call for help, unaware that the muscleman leaped up, forcefully blocking the tent entrance. His sharp spear allowed no passage.

At this moment, the muscleman clearly wasn’t the wretched laborer he was earlier but a killing god controlling everyone’s lives here.

Several soldiers inside seemed unable to imagine passing by the spear-wielding muscleman, as if thinking there was only the path of death before him.

The soldiers hopelessly glanced at their general.

It was then that Chen Lang reacted, laughing heartily.

"Hahaha, good, you bunch of damned Desolate Realm thieves! You really think I couldn’t see through this? You underestimate me, Chen!"

The muscleman’s expression sobered, eyes turning sharply cold, as if emitting a chill.

"Since you’ve seen through it, there’s no need for pretense. Brothers, prepare for battle."

Having spoken, the muscleman drew a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth and began shouting to the remaining few laborers.

These laborers too wore icy expressions, as if revealing their true selves.

Then the soldiers understood why a few grain-transporting laborers dared to come to the Central Army tent to demand a seat from General Chen.

And why Chen Lang dealt such heavy hand to a few laborers. He had sensed from the start they were Desolate Realm spies.

That’s why he acted so violently earlier, staging an act of ravaging the people and killing the innocent.

The aim was to see how long these Desolate Realm spies could endure. Unexpectedly, when Chen Lang wielded his sword and killed the first laborer, the opponent resolutely let himself get hacked to death.