Battle through the heaven: Azure Emperor

Aoyama Town's herb-gathering team usually needed around a hundred mercenaries for an escort mission. This was the first herb-gathering mission after the snow season, so Mr. Yao took it very seriously.

For safety reasons, Mr. Yao increased the commission by 50% and prepared to add another 50 elite mercenaries to the team. This was a large sum of money.

Originally, the herb-gathering team's escort mission was a fat piece of meat that many people had their eyes on. People like Mang Ba had also encountered many challenges. This time, the herb-gathering team was increasing in number, so they naturally wanted a piece of the pie.

But now, Wolfhead obviously had their eyes on this fortune. They wanted to use the same number of people as before to take the 50% increase in commission, and they were even prepared to take all of it for themselves.

Of course, Wolfhead's actions made many people unhappy, especially Mr. Yao, who was the one who paid the money. It was already painful for him to pay 50% more than before, but now, someone was prepared to take away his profits. How could he not be angry?

However, Wolfhead's strength was not ordinary. As one of the top mercenary groups in Aoyama Town, Wolfhead, who had a one-star combat master, Mu She, was almost the uncrowned king of Aoyama Town. There were not many forces in Aoyama Town that could compete with them.

Wolfhead's interference in this matter complicated what was originally a simple task. Of course, Mr. Yao did not want to agree because it meant that he would have to pay more.

Moreover, Wolfhead's people were greedy and thought that this was a long-term business. This meant that every time he organized a herb-gathering team in the future, the cost would be increased by 50%. This was not a small sum in the long run.

Mang Ba and the other small mercenary groups were even more unwilling to agree because this also meant that their fixed income would be taken away from them. This stable 'salary' would leave them.

However, no matter what, Qingshan Town and even the entire Dou Qi continent still depended on strength. If a hundred and fifty normal mercenaries were to join forces against a hundred elite mercenaries from the Wolf Head Mercenary Company, it was possible that the latter would be stronger.

This involved another problem. For mercenary missions like this, usually the stronger party would be chosen for the same price. But to be honest, the 100 mercenaries escorting Wanyao Zhai were enough to meet the requirement of strength. There was no need for them to pursue a stronger escort force.

However, this reason was definitely not valid in front of the Wolf Head Mercenary Company. If they did not give a reasonable explanation, they would either have to agree to the Wolf Head Mercenary Company's request or allow the Wolf Head Mercenary Company to have a handle on them. When that time came, the one who would come would not be Mu Li but the Dou Shi Mu She.

In Wanyao Zhai's courtyard, Mr. Yao's face was gloomy. The rest of the mercenaries were also quite dissatisfied, but they did not dare to say anything. With Wolfhead's strength, no one dared to offend them.

Even with Wanyao Zhai's position in Aoyama Town, Mr. Yao could not directly reject them without a proper reason.

"Since no one has any objections, then … I think this time the quota should belong to us! Mr. Yao! "

Mu Li turned to Mr. Yao with a smile. His eyes were full of pride. When his gaze landed on the Little Doctor, his eyes suddenly lit up and revealed an excessive amount of passion.

"Haha … Wolfhead, aren't you a little too reckless?"

Yan Aoyama, of course, noticed Mu Li's actions. He stepped forward and blocked in front of the Little Doctor. His words were filled with dissatisfaction towards Wolfhead, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Aoyama!"

Mang Ba and the other mercenaries who were familiar with the situation could not help but panic when they saw Yan Aoyama stepping forward. Wolfhead was the tyrant of Aoyama Town. Even Wanyao Zhai's Mr. Yao did not dare to offend them. Yan Aoyama was just a little medical apprentice. It was not a good thing for him to stick his head out like this.

"Who are you? Why are you meddling in Wolfhead's business?"

Mu Li did not act rashly. Instead, he asked calmly, his cold gaze sweeping across Wanyao Zhai's men. He had just noticed that Yan Aoyama had come with Mr. Yao. There might be some connection between the two.

Yan Aoyama stepped forward and sized Mu Li up. He shook his head and said, "I am Yan Aoyama, the doctor in charge of Wanyao Zhai's herb-gathering team. In other words, in the herb-gathering team in the Magic Beast Mountains, my words carry the most weight."

"Doctor Yan, please excuse me!"

Mu Li's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. As the young commander of Wolfhead, he was not an ignorant good-for-nothing. On the contrary, he was a qualified successor of a mercenary group. Naturally, he knew everything about Aoyama Town very well.

It was because of this that he was even more surprised. It was not easy for a doctor in Wanyao Zhai to finish his apprenticeship. Every official doctor's position was not inferior to that of an intermediate or advanced fighter. In fact, they were even more important. With such a high position, it was naturally difficult to become a doctor.

Yan Aoyama was only about 15 years old. He was four or five years younger than Mu Li. Mu Li could not remember seeing such a young doctor. Of course, he looked at Wanyao Zhai's Mr. Yao with suspicion.

For some reason, Mr. Yao nodded and said, "That's right. Aoyama is the disciple I am most proud of. His medical skills are enough to finish his apprenticeship!"

Mu Li's suspicion was slightly relieved. He continued, "Doctor Yan, what do you think of me, Wolfhead? Why did you say that just now …"

"Young Commander Mu Li, we are not stupid. Let's not beat around the bush."

Yan Aoyama walked to Mu Li's side. "You and I both know where the problem lies today. Our Wanyao Zhai is not a fool. If your Wanyao Zhai wants to cut a piece of meat from Wanyao Zhai, don't you think it's too simple?"

"Doctor Yan, I don't quite understand what you're saying. The rules of a mercenary are based on strength. I, Wolfhead, am stronger than you. Hundreds of elites are more than enough to make up for 150 ordinary mercenaries. What's wrong with taking the reward?"

Mu Li pretended to be confused and asked, "Or is Wanyao Zhai's mission a trap? Is he not sincere in recruiting people?"

"Mu Li, don't try to be clever. This mission was issued by me, Wanyao Zhai. I, Wanyao Zhai, have the final say on how to recruit people."

Yan Aoyama smiled and put his hand on Mu Li's shoulder. Mu Li's expression changed drastically. "I'm not an unreasonable person. You just said that we will follow the rules of a mercenary, and I will follow the rules of a mercenary.

I'll give you a chance. Let the strongest person on your side compete with me. If you win, the extra 50 spots will go to Wolf Head. If you lose, Wolf Head won't come looking for trouble again. What do you think? "

Mu Li was silent for a long time with a gloomy face. Then, he squeezed out a few words that made the members of Wolfhead very confused. "Since Doctor Yan wants to do this, Mu Li will agree. Can you let me go now?"

"Of course!"

Yan Aoyama slowly retracted his hand. Mu Li staggered and almost fell. Wolfhead's elites came to their senses and went forward to support their young leader.

"Boy, you dare to attack our young leader? Are you, Wanyao Zhai, ready to start a war with us, Wolfhead?"

A strong figure walked out from the group of 30 mercenaries. His aura was so strong that even Mang Ba, who was close to becoming a high-level fighter, could not help but take a few steps back.

Yan Aoyama did not speak to this person. Instead, he looked at Mu Li. "He is Wolfhead's candidate for this competition!"

Mu Li said to this person, "Uncle He Meng, be careful. This guy is not simple."

Mang Ba rushed to Yan Aoyama's side. "Aoyama, He Meng is Wolfhead's third leader. He is a seven-star pinnacle fighter. It is said that he is very close to becoming an eight-star fighter …"

"Uncle Mang Ba, it's okay. Leave it to me!"

Yan Aoyama put a hand on Mang Ba's shoulder. Mang Ba, who was about to persuade Yan Aoyama again, was shocked. He swallowed the words he had prepared. After looking at He Meng and Yan Aoyama, he stepped back. "Aoyama, be careful."

After loosening his muscles, He Meng sneered, "Brat, although I don't know how you plotted against the Young Commander, I won't be careless. Although I don't know your exact cultivation, it can't be higher than mine!"

He Meng twisted his head as he spoke. A faint fighting aura began to appear on the surface of his body. He clenched his fists tightly. His knuckles made a cracking sound. It was obvious that he was not weak.

Yan Aoyama smiled and took off his outer clothes, revealing his warrior's clothes. "Is that so? I am very confident in myself!"

"Boy, your mouth is quite tough. Don't kneel down and beg for mercy later!"

He Meng's mouth curved into a bloodthirsty smile. His body surged with a pale yellow fighting aura. His feet stomped on the ground. Like a giant magical beast, he charged straight at Yan Aoyama.

"Scram!!!"

Yan Qingshan coldly watched He Meng, who was pouncing over while accompanied by a ferocious force. He merely lifted his hands slightly and a dark green Dou Qi surfaced on both of his palms. Suddenly, it violently shot out from his palms and heavily struck He Meng's body, who was charging over.

"Peng … …"

With a muffled sound, He Meng fell backwards. His feet firmly pressed against the ground. After rubbing against the ground for a long time, he slowly stabilized his body. Half of the hard soles of his leather boots had been deeply rubbed off. On the limestone floor, two long burnt marks were left.

"Boy, you really have some skills."

He Meng's face became serious. He slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. His originally bronze skin gradually became pale.

"But I train in the rock attribute, which has the strongest defense among all the attributes. You can't possibly … …"

He Meng once again circulated his Qi to prepare for the next round of attacks. His originally pale skin became even paler, but just as his Qi was accumulating to its limit, a jade green palm print slowly appeared on his chest where Yan Qingshan had just struck.

"Uh … … how could … … pu … …"

The sudden appearance of external fighting aura had disrupted He Meng's Dou Qi circulation, causing his Dou Qi circulation to be damaged. He was no longer as powerful as before. His hands protected his heart. As he staggered, he could no longer suppress his injuries and vomited a large mouthful of blood.