Chapter 685: Feron’s Final Warning
Garion’s group had not even reached Vornak Planet yet when several powerful auras suddenly rose from below.
A moment later, more than a dozen figures shot through the atmosphere like black meteors.
BOOOOM!
They stopped in front of Garion’s group, each one standing in space with heavy bodies, rough armor, and brutal pressure leaking from their flesh.
Unlike normal cultivators who relied on flowing mana or refined techniques, these warriors felt like moving mountains wrapped in skin.
The warrior at the front was a bald man with dark iron-like skin and scars covering half his face.
His eyes swept across Garion, Feron, Dahlia, Arden, Mersha, Valtor, Seira, Iris, Varka, Loraine, and Erlin before his expression turned cold.
"Who are you people?" he asked, his voice rumbling through space. "How dare you come to Vornak World without permission?"
Garion did not answer immediately.
He simply looked at Feron.
Feron noticed his gaze. His lazy attitude did not disappear, but a faint pressure began spreading from his body.
He chuckled softly. "Heheh. Since my father sent me here, I guess I should go first."
He stepped forward and waved one hand behind him. "Come on, my harem."
Iris, Varka, Loraine, and Erlin moved without hesitation.
Iris cracked her neck as flames flickered around her shoulders.
Varka’s eyes lit up like she had finally found something fun.
Loraine calmly adjusted her golden sleeves, while Erlin floated forward silently with moonlight-like energy surrounding her body.
Feron stopped in front of the Vornak warriors and raised his chin slightly. "I am Feron, son of Supervisor Bruno of the Astral Dragon Cosmic Terminal."
The Vornak warriors reacted slightly when they heard Bruno’s name, but none of them showed fear.
Feron continued lazily, "My father has already given your world plenty of chances. Now I’ll say this clearly."
His eyes sharpened. "Surrender."
The surrounding space became quiet.
Feron’s voice remained casual, but the threat inside it was obvious. "Submit peacefully, or else."
For a second, no one spoke.
The bald Vornak warrior stared at him.
A moment later, he burst out laughing. "Hahahaha!"
The other warriors followed immediately, their rough laughter shaking the space around them.
"You?" the bald warrior said, pointing at Feron. "A pretty little young master from the Astral Cosmic Civilization wants us to surrender?"
Another warrior laughed even harder. "He even brought women to threaten us!"
Varka’s expression immediately turned dangerous. "Say that again."
Feron raised one hand and stopped her.
His lazy expression returned, but this time, there was something colder beneath it. "Heheh. I see."
He rolled his shoulders once, and Star Realm pressure began rising from his body. "It seems you all need a lesson first."
The Vornak warriors laughed again.
The bald warrior stepped forward, cracking both fists. "Good."
His dark iron-like skin tightened, and the pressure coming from his body became heavier. "We were thinking the same thing."
Behind him, the other Vornak warriors spread out, their brutal auras locking onto Feron, Iris, Varka, Loraine, and Erlin.
Garion stood behind them with both hands in his pockets, watching the scene with clear interest.
Feron glanced at the enemies in front of him and let out a lazy breath. "Alright, girls."
His Star Realm aura finally erupted. "Let’s see how strong these Vornak bastards really are."
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Feron’s Star Realm aura had only just erupted when Varka suddenly stepped forward. "Wait."
Feron glanced at her. "What?"
Varka cracked her knuckles, her wild eyes locked onto the Vornak warriors in front of them. "Let us start first."
Iris also moved beside her, flames flickering around her shoulders. "Yeah. I want to see how tough these body cultivators really are."
Feron looked at them for a second before shrugging lazily. "Fine. Don’t blame me if they punch you into space."
Varka laughed. "Hahaha! That sounds fun."
The bald Vornak warrior’s face darkened. "Two women want to fight us first?"
Iris’s expression turned sharp. "You talk too much."
The next instant, both women vanished.
BOOOOM!
Varka arrived first.
She did not use any fancy martial art.
She simply appeared in front of one Vornak warrior and slammed her fist straight into his chest.
BANG!
The warrior’s eyes widened as his body folded around her fist before shooting backward like a broken meteor.
Another warrior immediately charged from the side.
Varka twisted her waist and kicked him in the ribs.
CRACK!
The sound of bones breaking echoed through space.
Varka’s grin widened. "Hahaha! Not bad. Your bodies are tough!"
Iris appeared above another warrior, her body wrapped in dragon flames.
The Vornak warrior raised both arms to block.
Iris dropped down and punched him directly.
BOOOOM!
Flames exploded from the impact, but the strike itself was pure physical force.
The warrior was smashed downward through several layers of air pressure, his armor cracking apart from the blow.
Iris shook her fist and clicked her tongue. "Hard bastard."
Another Vornak warrior rushed at her, both fists glowing with dark physical power.
Varka did not dodge.
She stepped forward instead and headbutted him.
BAM!
The warrior staggered backward, stunned.
Iris grabbed his face with one hand. "My turn."
Her knee slammed into his stomach.
BOOOOM!
He flew backward while coughing blood.
The remaining Vornak warriors finally stopped laughing.
Their expressions shifted from mockery to clear surprise.
These were Vornak body cultivators.
In their world, their bodies were their pride. Even Astral Cosmic Civilization cultivators who came here usually relied on strange techniques, weapons, formations, or overwhelming mana to fight them.
Very few outsiders dared to clash with them directly using flesh and bone.
Yet these two women had done exactly that.
Worse, they were winning.
The bald Vornak warrior’s face became ugly. "Just kind of monsters are you?"
Varka rolled her shoulders, while Iris wiped a trace of blood from her lip.
Neither woman had used any proper skills, yet they had still beaten several Vornak warriors head-on.
Garion watched from behind and nodded with satisfaction. "Good. Very good."
Feron’s mouth twitched. "Your training really turned them into monsters."
Garion smiled proudly. "Of course. I already told you, right?"
He crossed his arms, looking shamelessly pleased with himself. "My God Gym turns people into gods."
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