In just half a minute, the group knew exactly which Orcs Warriors they needed to confront.
When the Parents’ eting team encountered the Orcs Warriors, they didn’t engage in direct combat. Instead, six people rushed forward, used the steel cables in their hands to lasso an Orcs Warrior, and ran.
Although the Orcs Warriors were A-Class, they didn’t have the concept of coordinated combat among themselves, and even one Orc couldn’t withstand the combined pulling force of six B-Class Cultivators!
During this ti, a Parents’ eting mber was injured by an Orcs Warrior. He was clawed in the chest with a deep wound, visible to the bone, but he still pulled the steel cable without a care!
Together with his teammates, they managed to separate the Orcs Warrior they were responsible for from its group, finally letting out a sigh of relief and shouting in the communication channel: "Damn, I can’t go on; where’s the mobile team? Get up here!"
Over a hundred family mbers, split into groups of six, faced one Orcs Warrior still at large. These people had been waiting without acting, ready for this mont of reinforcent!
The Parents’ eting’s combat wasn’t fierce, but their fighting was relentless, seemingly never-ending.
At this mont, each and every Orcs Warrior was wrapped in steel cables. The families didn’t fight them head-on but circled around them until they bound their hands and feet!
The Orcs Warriors were incredibly strong. Just a wave of their hand could toss one or two family mbers into the air, like a Big Pendulum.
But these family mbers stuck to the cables as if their hands were glued and couldn’t be swung off.
When an Orcs Warrior was forced to stand still, trying to break free from the steel cables, gunshots rang out from the mountain ridge in the distance.
Sniper bullets, as long as a palm, flew through the air.
Suddenly, a bullet pierced through an Orcs Warrior’s eye socket, scattering fragnts of its skull, brain matter, and blood, radiating behind it within a ten-ter radius.
An Orcs Warrior slowly fell, and the family responsible for dealing with it imdiately removed the steel cables to assist other groups.
This battle included no experts; the Parents’ eting relied entirely on the power of teamwork to win collaboratively.
Experts can’t always guard them; they need to learn to stand alone.
In the future, this will be the norm.
Xiao Qi turned back to watch the departing helicopter; they all wanted the person on the helicopter to know that they shouldn’t be worn out or racing against ti; they have teammates.
The Parents’ eting was no longer a small sheltered organization; it was growing into a towering tree, lush and thriving.
At this mont, mbers of the Kingdom organization quietly approached the north slope of the ridge. They planned to charge at the Orcs Warriors head-on but also intended to deceive and outflank them.
However, before they reached the middle of the mountain, they saw over a hundred people wearing ghillie suits rushing down the mountain road ahead.
When there’s an A group, naturally there is a B group.
The leader of A group is Xiao Qi.
The leader of B group is Xiao Wu.
...
...
Qing Chen sat in the helicopter, silently watching the battlefield through the window. He smiled as he looked at Liu Dezhu, who was piloting the helicopter: "The Parents’ eting is no longer what it used to be, but when did you learn to fly a plane?"
Liu Dezhu laughed: "Not long ago, since there’s nothing else to do... now that the family has money, I want to learn everything. I was even thinking about flying the helicopter for a scenic tour with my parents."
"Everything is getting better now," Qing Chen looked into the distance, seeing six black dots approaching rapidly, which upon closer inspection turned out to be six fighter jets.
Liu Dezhu said: "We’ve reached a distance of ten kiloters from the target, at an altitude of 3,800 ters, with a wind speed of level 5. These six fighter jets took off from Ramsstein Air Base and are heading toward us, but it’s not a major concern."
Qing Chen nodded, wearing the flying squirrel suit as he opened the cabin door and leaped down, gliding towards the target with the airflow.
Liu Dezhu piloted the helicopter, ready for rescue at any ti.
Qing Chen and Liu Dezhu seed to disregard the six fighter jets entirely.
Today is just routine training, nothing else.
Qing Chen was getting closer to the target, and the fighter jets behind him were also closing in.
Qing Chen was already moving fast, but the fighter jets behind him were faster, arriving almost instantly!
Inside the fighter jet, the pilot sat unemotionally: "Target detected. 710, you go and destroy the helicopter. The rest will follow to provide ground fire coverage."
"Roger."
"Roger."
"Roger."
The fighter jets got closer and closer, and Qing Chen seed oblivious, completely unconcerned.
They spread out in a V formation, and suddenly one fighter jet launched a tracking missile, targeting the 27-million US Dollar Airbus Jaguar to destroy it!
But sothing strange happened—when the missile passed through a certain area, it deviated from its original path, plumting directly towards the ground.
"An anomaly has occurred, suspected missile propulsion system failure, requesting permission to launch another missile."
"Permission granted."
The fighter jet responsible for attacking the helicopter launched all five remaining missiles, and unsurprisingly, as the missiles passed through that area, all five shot toward the Alps Mountains.
It was as if... there was a strange force field there, manipulating all gravity!
The Decapitation Squad’s captain suddenly said: "We’re in trouble, change course, avoid that area!"
In a flash, all six fighter jets tilted their bodies simultaneously, trying to bypass that eerie airspace. The captain suddenly saw a girl with braids plumting rapidly within the clouds, wearing a white tracksuit strikingly similar to Qing Chen’s, with the airflow surging around her like a tide.
In the next mont, all crew mbers felt their planes starting to lose control; their navigation was no longer precise, with a tendency to plunge towards the ground!
The squad responsible for decapitation consisted of top pilots, capable even of navigating a fighter jet between two narrowly spaced power poles.
However, now they seed unfamiliar with the fighter jets they were piloting, as if they had never flown them before.
The instrunts in the fighter jets started to beco chaotic; soone at an altitude of 3,000 ters suddenly saw on the instrunt panel that he was at negative sea level!
It was the first ti he had seen altitude data as a negative number!
An issue had occurred!
"Pull up the altitude to avoid crashing!" the captain ordered: "Operate the engines at full load, attempting to escape this strange gravitational pull."
However, as they just began to pull up their joysticks to ascend, the invisible gravitational force suddenly vanished.
Without gravitational assistance, all their maneuvers were too forceful, like pulling a rope in a tug-of-war where both sides exert their strength, only for the opponent to suddenly let go!
The six fighter jets rolled simultaneously in the sky, and one pilot even fainted from lack of oxygen due to the sudden return of gravity.
Soone once built a death roller coaster, which consisted of 16 vertical round loop bends. Once the coaster completed its entire course, the rider would die from lack of oxygen due to nonstop spinning preventing blood from supplying the brain.
This was the most thrilling thod of euthanasia.
The remaining pilots attempted to control their aircraft, using their skilled maneuvers to halt the dire rolling.
But that inexplicable force field appeared every second, sotis every two seconds, haphazardly, solely based on whim!
At this ti, the captain, within the rotating aircraft, looked at the girl suspended in the sky, as if she were a deity standing among the void.
In the next mont, the girl raised her hand toward him.
Pushed down.
Six fighter jets plumted toward the ground simultaneously!
The captain never expected their mission to fail in such a manner, that they would be so easily toyed with by a human!
This is the power of Field System Awakeners, the nesis of air fleets!
At this mont, Yang Yang, assisted half a month ago by the ’revolver unrelated to fate,’ tried advancing to A-Class.
For Awakeners, as long as they break through once, they can find that sensation.
Thus, Yang Yang’s state stabilized at A-Class, on the verge of advancing, perhaps becoming the ruler of the skies.
Yang Yang watched the fighter jets crash and smiled as she looked toward Qing Chen, only to find him this ti colliding with the target’s iron ring, spinning as he fell toward the ground.
Qing Chen was unconscious and didn’t even have the ability to pull the control strap.
In a flash, Yang Yang accelerated her body towards Qing Chen’s falling direction.
Finally, she caught him before he hit the ground, holding him in her embrace.
Qing Chen slowly opened his eyes, looking at the girl through his goggles and smiling: "Once again, you ca to save ."
Yang Yang: "Don’t talk, kiss ."
Qing Chen: "..."
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There’s another Chapter at midnight.
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