High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late Chapter 156 - 141: Rescuing Chai Wu, Overpowering Nanu

Surging Qi Blood Flowers and Armor of Qi Blood-covered sides clashed fiercely.

The long saber and spear collided fiercely.

Bang!

Sparks flew in all directions as an unprecedented explosive sound echoed, and the ground beneath Chai Wu’s feet suddenly cracked and then sank.

Crack.

Chai Wu’s expression changed drastically; the saber in his hand almost slipped out. In the last strike, he felt an overpowering force from the spear in the opponent’s hand.

This ti, he clearly heard the crack of bones in his sword-wielding right arm, followed by a piercing pain.

Chai Wu let out a muffled groan, had to switch to holding the sword with both hands, and then leaped back to create so distance. But Nanu didn’t give him a mont to breathe.

Nanu raised the spear in his hand high.

Shh!

The next mont, the spear flickering with eerie blood light expanded rapidly in Chai Wu’s pupils. There was no way to dodge this spear; he could only withstand it.

Clang!

The powerful blow forced Chai Wu back more than ten ters, his breathing beca extrely heavy, and the Qi Blood Flower hovering above his head dimd slightly.

Clang, clang, clang.

In the state of Armor of Qi Blood, Nanu completely took the initiative. Chai Wu panted like a bull but was helpless, left with only the option of desperately defending.

Seeing this scene, the aliens on the field showed fanaticism and shock, even the two Sixth Level Aliens revealed a hint of horror.

"To withstand a human Sixth Level Martial Artist in the Qi Blood Flower state."

"As expected of the Ray Family, the Eight Great Royal Families are indeed formidable!"

In the field, Chai Wu’s eyes filled with blood threads. At this mont, it seed as if King Yan was beckoning to him; death was imminent, and past mories quickly flashed through his mind: hardships, blood and sweat, joy, and separation.

[My dear son, what is your dream?]

[I want to be a glorious soldier.]

[Good, dad supports you!]

...

[Chai Wu, from today you are a soldier in the 1972 Corps, Fifth Battalion, Third Company, code 9567.]

[Yes, sir!]

[Soldier, survive, survive for , you are still young...]

One by one, comrades fell, and Chai Wu crawled out of a pile of corpses.

[Sir, the rest of the Third Company of the Fifth Battalion is dead, soldier 9567 reporting to you.]

[Chai Wu, congratulations on your promotion to Captain.]

...

[Son, you are my pride, the road ahead is for you to walk alone now, your mother and I will be watching over you from the heavens.]

...

Nanu’s eyes flickered with arrogance, and he slamd out with his spear once more.

Clang!

The saber in Chai Wu’s hand flew out, and his entire body was sent flying backward again, leaving him bloody and battered. The Qi Blood Flower was directly shattered. After this strike, Chai Wu fell heavily to the ground and couldn’t get up again.

After exhaling a breath, Chai Wu found that he couldn’t muster any strength in his limbs, but at this mont, his mind felt unusually clear.

"Is this the mont before death?"

At the brink of death, figures of parents, wife, daughter, comrades, and officers appeared before Chai Wu’s eyes.

"Soldier, survive, survive for ..."

"Son, we will bless you."

The familiar words echoed in his ears, and Chai Wu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragnts. He knew he wouldn’t survive this ti.

Footsteps approached, and Nanu walked closer and viciously stomped on Chai Wu’s abdon, causing him to grimace in pain and vomit another mouthful of blood.

Nanu looked down with disdain and boredom, raised the blood-colored spear in his hand high.

...

Clang!

At the critical mont, a fierce and domineering Sword Montum soared to the sky, and amidst the sword’s cry, the astonishing Blade Qi ravaged, forming a tangible Silver Radiance that intervened in the fight between the two.

Faced with this sudden attack, Nanu’s expression changed, and he imdiately leaped back.

Upon regaining his composure, Nanu was furious, feeling ashad for being forced to retreat by this attack.

He imdiately looked intently.

The newcor was tall, with a handso and firm appearance. His eyes flickered with a faint silver radiance, and at this mont, he emanated a domineering and fierce War Intent Prototype.

The previous slash was made by him.

The newcor was none other than Su Mu.

"I made it in ti."

After forcing Nanu back with a slash, Su Mu grabbed Chai Wu, slung him over his shoulder, and took advantage of the aliens’ mont of euphoria to take a few steps and create so distance before setting Chai Wu down.

"Captain, are you okay?" Su Mu pushed an Elixir into Chai Wu’s mouth.

"Su, Su Mu? You should run, don’t mind ..."

Before he finished speaking, another mouthful of blood was coughed out.

Su Mu ignored Chai Wu’s words, took out a signal flare, and instantly a red firework blossod in the sky. While doing all this, Su Mu’s right hand never left the sword hilt.

Wherever he looked, aliens on the field surrounded him. If he were alone, he might still escape.

But now, with the severely injured Chai Wu, it was difficult for Su Mu to retreat with him intact.

His gaze fell on the red-skinned alien holding a long spear in the field.

"Bloodline Alien Race?"

...

"Such astonishing War Intent Prototype, definitely above Minor Success, according to human martial artist terminology, is this the Sword Montum above Minor Success?!"

"This person is definitely the human Sixth Level Martial Artist who entered the battlefield yesterday."

"This guy is stronger than the previous two, let’s keep him here."

After a brief mont of distraction, the two Sixth Level Aliens imdiately decided to join forces to keep Su Mu. They summoned the other aliens to surround Su Mu.