“Senior, how can you say that my subordinates are behaving shalessly?” After hearing Yuan Xiang’s assessnt, Lin Qian spoke irritably.
Yuan Xiang gently shook his head, looking at Lin Qian with admiration. “Your subordinates’ special soul skills are simply unbeatable. Once a specific condition is t, they can be used directly.”
“Unless soone has the sa special soul skills as you, creating a situation of matching move for move, otherwise, the only option is to clash head-on with you.”
Lin Qian shrugged his shoulders and turned his head to look in the direction of Bai Ximing and Wuzhan Shuang, his eyes narrowing slightly.
These two foreigners were about as powerful as he had felt—indeed much stronger.
Bai Ximing’s whole being was like a gust of green wind, exceptionally swift. His Roaming Spear could not keep up with the opponent’s agile maneuvering, and instead, his body kept accumulating wounds, blood flowing nonstop. In the end, he fell downward and his body turned to ash.
At the sa ti, Wuzhan Shuang’s dual daggers danced in his hands, quickly covering the body of the opposing force pike with wounds. Then he kicked him away, and as the force pike flew backward, he turned to ash.
The transformation that occurred after a soldier’s death left Yuan Xiang sowhat perplexed.
Regarding Yuan Xiang’s questions about this aspect, Lin Qian, of course, did not answer. He simply shook his head and suddenly waved his hand forward. “rge the sword and the spear.”
“Kill! Kill! Kill!”
Following Lin Qian’s command, the sword and spear wielding soldiers finally burst forth in a line, rushing towards the already chaotic mbers of the Swift Hidden Clan and the Invisible Clan.
Especially the heavily armored soldiers dragging huge war blades, they roared furiously and charged into the crowd, wielding their great swords.
The soldiers dragging the big swords, like reckless youths indifferent to death, adopted a ferociously wild approach, completely devoid of any technique or order.
Their only thod of fighting was to chop, to hack away madly!
The Swift Hidden Clan and the Invisible Clan were considerably frightened by this sudden onslaught of madn. Unlike the other soldiers who still had so semblance of discipline and rules, these new combatants were simply insane!
Bai Ximing had experienced it first-hand. Even though his sharp daggers had pierced the opponent’s heart, the enemy’s orifices suddenly emitted red light, and a roar of anger emanated from within the body. The enemy continued to swing the war blade at his face with full force.
Bang!
The force of the great sword distorted Bai Ximing’s face, a strength not so easily endured. He was sent flying away. And the madman, who should have died, was still dragging the great sword, with red light diffusing from his orifices and wounds, the severed arm regrowing like burning charcoal and remaining in that ember-like state.
He persisted for a full ten breaths under the condition of his power suddenly tripling before he turned to ash, disappearing from Bai Ximing’s sight.
“What… what is this thing!” On top of the city wall, Yuan Xiang was completely dumbfounded.
“Furious Three Strokes, his special soul skill delays death for ten breaths. During this period, he is immune to death, and his strength increases threefold, respectfully nad after Man Sandao, crafted by a designer as an homage,” Lin Qian watched Furious Three Strokes join the battle, throwing the Swift Hidden Clan and the Invisible Clan into utter disarray, revealing a happy smile on his face.
Yuan Xiang understood the first part, but the latter threw him into confusion. “What do you an by ‘designer,’ and what’s this about ‘Furious Three Strokes’ and ‘Man Sandao’?”
“Senior, you’re not familiar with what they call ‘e-sports,’ so stop racking your brains about it. Consider it my personal secret,” said Lin Qian while looking at the battlefield, suddenly speaking with a hint of lancholy, “A secret that is destined never to be shared with anyone in this world, incomprehensible to all.”
Yuan Xiang looked at Lin Qian and suddenly noticed an air of solitude emanating from him, a feeling of being out of step with the rest of the world.
But in a blink of an eye, that feeling disappeared as Lin Qian straightened up, his pupils turning completely golden as he fixed his gaze ahead.
Imperial Eyes, open!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Furious Three Strokes, in the vanguard, fought with a fearless style that neither the Swift Hidden Clan nor the Invisible Clan was accustod to facing. Who could withstand battling insane n who seed to have no fear of death?
Moreover, the soldier under that helt, with an angry face wielding a large knife, seed to have the attitude of being ready to die with his foe, which brought the Swift Hidden Clan and the Invisible Clan to the verge of tears.
The Furious Three Strokes were ant to be sacrificial soldiers, only reaching their Peak strength in the presence of death.
In the previous world, during the Interdiate Era of gaming, Furious Three Strokes contended with the neighbor who liked to farm mushrooms in terms of death counts, together hailed as the representatives of the death faction in the gaming realm.
Just like them, the bloodthirsty fighters who charged into the crowds grew ever more fearless as they fought. As more and more blood stained their blades, their combat strength continued to grow, and even though the Swift Hidden Clan and the Invisible Clan resisted valiantly, they gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Beside the bloodthirsty soldiers, another soldier wielding a massive broadsword appeared, his strokes wide and forceful. Although the heavy sword was blunt, when it collided with soul power, it had the force to penetrate the soul power barrier and directly rush into the body.
The organs were thrown into turmoil by the force transmitted through the soul power.
At this mont, the blood-soaked Furious Three Strokes had already brought his war blade slicing down towards the enemy’s face.
Those fighting against Furious Three Strokes gradually discovered that there was a soldier wielding a long sword at his side. His moves fluid and gentle, with a simple flick of the sword, he could deflect the fierce soul skills thrown at him, leaving the enemy defenseless as Furious Three Strokes raised his large knife to strike.
A cyan figure, like a swift wind, wove through the battlefield. Whether it was the dead Soul Beasts or mbers of alien races, he would deliver a finishing stab with his dagger to ensure their death, stripping anything of value from their bodies.
Whether it was the aliens clashing with the Imperial Army of the Huaxia Empire or the Soul Beasts fighting the War Beast Army, any mont of distraction would lead to a hand stretching from behind them, aiming for their throats.
Despite the Swift Hidden Clan and Invisible Clan boasting a force of sixty million, they were completely thrown into chaos.
In contrast, the Imperial Army of the Huaxia Empire and the War Beast Army were orderly in their advance and retreat, their cooperation seamless, even though there were casualties.
However, Bai Ximing and Wuzhan Shuang could clearly see that the casualties among their own were far more horrifying!
Those who could hold out now were either the two of them or the strongest of their own people.
They had realized it; their people had lost.
The coordination of the enemy in battle far surpassed theirs, their strength outmatched their own, and even their equipnt was far superior.
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