You're Not Worthy of Competing with Me in Speed!

"Chase! Hurry, chase!!"

"Rescue Captain Ding!!"

"Where do you think you're running, monster!"

Furious shouts rang out one after another.

On the official road, over a hundred mounted figures galloped past in a roaring rush.

Every one of them held a weapon, their expressions grave to the extreme.

This group was none other than the soldiers of the A-Rank Camp and B-Rank Camp.

At their head was a burly man—the A-Rank Camp's captain, Li Long!

Not far ahead of them, a black figure was racing across the horizon.

This black figure could clearly have shaken them off with ease.

Yet as though deliberately provoking them, it would stop and wait each time it pulled ahead by a certain distance.

That black figure was none other than the half-beastman, Zhuang Lu!

"Damn it!!"

Li Long stared at Zhuang Lu ahead, his eyes bloodshot as though they might bleed.

Though Zhuang Lu looked no different from them, he had antlers growing from his head, and his speed was absurdly fast!

Most importantly, he was carrying a bloodied, mangled man in his hand!

It was the B-Rank Camp's captain—Ding Chengfeng!

Two days ago, Zhuang Lu had stormed into another county town and gone on a killing spree, slaughtering all its people!

After the A-Rank Camp and B-Rank Camp received word, they had joined forces to hunt Zhuang Lu down.

Yet who would have thought they could not catch up to him at all!

Instead, Ding Chengfeng had been captured by the enemy, who then dragged him along ahead as though walking a dog.

He would run for a while, then stop, as if afraid they might fall behind!

And whenever they closed the distance even slightly, Zhuang Lu would speed up again!

It was humiliation beyond measure!

"Hahaha! Trash! A bunch of useless