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Nash glanced inside the ring and found it overflowing with riches. The pile of spiritual stones had to amount to at least tens of thousands.

Nash summoned a spirit fire to reduce Duncan's corpse to ashes. He then transformed into a streak of light to rush and support Bertram and the rest. When Nash arrived at the battlefield, he saw more than 20 Mystique Loyalty Realm experts surrounding the Black Winds Twins and their group. Anton and Roxy came to Nash's side. Roxy asked, "How did you survive?"

"You might not believe it, but a skeleton emerged from a spatial rift and saved me," Nash replied.

Anton's pupils contracted sharply. "A skeleton? A spatial rift?"

After reaching the Profound Oriental Realm, one could reconsolidate flesh and blood, but this spatial rift business was just too far-fetched!

Roxy's beautiful eyes sparkled as she solemnly said, "Only a strong cultivator at the fifth stage of the Tribulation Realm and above can tear open space. To achieve spatial traversal, one must at least be at the eighth stage!" "Thank you for your assistance, Seniors. I'll go help them now!" Nash gripped his sword and charged into the battlefield.

When the twins saw Nash, their expressions changed drastically. There was no doubt Nash had killed Duncan.

"Retreat!" Black Gem roared, and everyone immediately scattered in all directions.

"You lot are coming with me!" Anton snorted coldly. Then, his Profound Oriental Realm aura surged forth like a tidal wave toward the Mystique Loyalty Realm experts from the Black Wind Mountains.

More than ten of them fell to the ground where Bertram and his group swarmed them, ending their lives in an instant.

Duncan's faction was utterly annihilated.

...

It was nighttime at the Ninth Hospital of Munford. Nash and Dallas were visiting the wounded.

This operation had killed two members of the Dragon Soul Special Forces and left 150 severely wounded and over 200 lightly wounded. The Divine Strategy Squadron had 19 who were severely wounded and over 30 who were slightly wounded. Nash took out some minor healing pills from his storage ring and gave them to the severely wounded patients. These minor healing pills were incredible for injuries. Those who took them would feel lively and energetic in less than three minutes.

Nash was leaving the last ward when a pale-faced Gerbind approached him and said, "Commander, I heard that your medical skills are unmatched. Can you help me save someone?"

Nash was surprised. "Is there another severely wounded patient?"

Gerbind shook his head. "No, it's a member of my team. He... ruptured his hemorrhoids during the battle..."

June snickered softly. When she saw Gerbind looking over, she quickly walked away with her hands behind her back.

Nash's mouth twitched slightly. "He fought with his butt?"

At this moment, a Dragon Soul

soldier who had fought in the Lloyd family's residence approached them with a serious expression.

"Commander, that guy's ability is his farts. If it weren't for his farts, we would've had more casualties!"

Dallas recalled the chubby man who got electrocuted before and could not help asking, "How powerful are his farts?"

"His farts can be used as smoke

bombs. He severely injured the two great-grandmasters who attacked the Lloyd family, which allowed us to neutralize them smoothly

afterward."

Dallas's eyes brightened. "Gerbind, you little devil, you actually managed to get your hand on such treasure!"

Most first-generation Espers could

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one-on-one... Only a few were capable of defeating great-grandmasters The fact that the chubby guy had just joined the Divine Strategy Squadron indicated he awakened his ability not long ago.

It was rare for a novice Esper to defeat a great-grandmaster, but his power seemed a bit grating to the eyes.

Gerbind chuckled. "You flatter me. I brought him out this time to test his talent!"

Nash glanced at Gerbind and said lightly, "Take me to see him." Despite practicing medicine for a long time, he had never treated hemorrhoids before.

Gerbind led Nash to a ward where they saw a chubby man weighing at least 200 pounds lying on the bed.

"Ouch." The chubby man groaned, his forehead covered in cold sweat from the pain.

"Tub, Commander Calcraft is here to treat you," Gerbind said as he approached him.

"Hmm, okay, wait... What? Commander Caslcraft?" The chubby man turned over and sat up from the bed, looking at Nash nervously. "Commander, I-I..." Have the commander treat his hemorrhoids? Was this a joke?

Nash smiled. "It's not something difficult to treat. I'll prescribe you some medicine. Take them over two to three days and you should be fine."

Tub's eyes widened with excitement. "Can it really cure me?"

Gerbind smacked his head. "How dare you doubt Commander Calcraft's medical skills?"

"I would never! Thank you, Commander Calcraft. From now on, you're like my second father!"