The Doctor and the Cleric

Sam's combo isn't finished yet!

The charge, thrust, and stab were clearly a three-hit kill combo.

Every magical beast has its own defensive weak points, even dragons.

For beasts with thick fur like the Explosive Brown Bear, its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose are all defensive weak points. But this guy also instinctively defends itself; its paws swing so fast they create an impenetrable defense, giving no one any chance.

And besides its head, it actually has another fatal weak spot!

The moment the giant bear crashed to the ground, it exposed the softest flesh on its underside.

Just as Rein watched, dumbfounded, Uncle Sam, who had just taken down the giant bear with two moves, struck again.

Without any hesitation, his spear darted out like a viper hunting prey, precisely stabbing towards the giant bear's lower abdomen!

The spear sank in without any obstruction.

Rein was stunned.

"He killed it?"

Rein looked at the still, unmoving Explosive Brown Bear, the anticipation in his eyes growing stronger.

If there was any way to achieve a "one-hit kill" against a tough-skinned magical beast like the Explosive Brown Bear.

Stabbing its rear was definitely one of the top choices.

Although it was an unsavory move with a rather unpleasant smell, it was indeed the cleanest and most efficient kill.

Third-tier Demon Hunters could already project their battle aura.

When that spear pierced in, if nothing went wrong, Uncle Sam's battle aura must have poured into the giant bear's body. It felt like holding a rapid-fire gun, plugging the muzzle into the giant bear's backside and pulling the trigger, bang, bang, bang...

Every strike landed on soft flesh.

Ch-k!

The next moment, Uncle Sam pulled out his spear, and a stream of blood shot out.

The massive brown bear ultimately couldn't stand up again, its limbs going limp as it collapsed.

"He killed it! Hahaha!"

"The Explosive Brown Bear is dead, we're saved!"

"..."

Amidst despair, the crowd saw a glimmer of hope, their faces filled with elation, and their morale surged.

With their most troublesome enemy eliminated, and Uncle Sam free to act, they were saved.

Rein, standing nearby, was equally excited but also found it somewhat unbelievable. They, who had been shrouded in the gloom of annihilation just moments ago, had suddenly achieved victory?

The turn of events was too sudden, it felt like a dream...

This Uncle Sam, who claimed his "martial arts were mediocre," had actually solo-killed a third-tier Explosive Brown Bear? A forest overlord that other Demon Hunters would only dare to target with an entire squad?

But no matter what, the most dangerous moment had passed. If there were no more surprises, they should be able to live to see tomorrow's sun.

At this moment, Uncle Sam, now free, charged over like a god of war.

Clad in heavy armor, he didn't fear the bites of the Gale Wolves. With a simple shield bash or a spear thrust, he could easily heavily injure a wolf.

Then, while still in his berserk state, he directly found the second-tier wolf king that could spit wind blades. He pinned it to the ground and beat it mercilessly, turning it into a sieve.

With this, the original fifty-plus wind wolves were already heavily damaged. Now leaderless, they were quickly scattered and annihilated.

The members of the "Chamois Scavenger Group" were almost all injured, but at this moment, seeing the hope of victory, they all unleashed astonishing combat power.

Before long, the area around the camp was littered with corpses.

After the most threatening Gale Wolf pack was almost completely wiped out, the scattered magical beasts could no longer pose much of a threat to the group.

The sound of battle could be heard from the depths of the forest; other Scavenger Groups encountering beast tides were still fighting, and the sounds seemed stronger than those created by third-tier magical beasts.

One didn't know how many Scavengers would end up as corpses on the wilderness tonight on this mountain road leading to the "City of Radiance."

Bart, the leader of the "Chamois Group," led his team in clearing the battlefield, rebuilding their defensive perimeter and traps to prevent any further accidents.

Meanwhile, Uncle Sam, after going berserk, entered a period of weakness.

He removed his helmet, revealing a pale face that looked as if he had suffered a kidney deficiency. He then found a rock by the campfire and leaned against it to rest.

Rein was bandaging an injured person. Seeing the greatest contributor to their survival tonight walk over, he asked with concern, "Uncle Sam, are you injured? Do you need treatment?"

"No, I'm just a bit dizzy and weak."

Sam shook his head, smiling somewhat forcedly, and said, "It's nothing, I'll be fine after a night's rest. This is just a side effect of my Berserk Secret Technique."

"Oh."

Rein nodded.

While strength could be hidden, one's personality couldn't be changed. He always felt that there was something odd about the expression of this honest and simple uncle.

However, he didn't have time to think about it further, as there were many injured.

Apart from the sharpshooters and archers hiding in the trees and taking potshots, almost everyone in the "Chamois Group" had sustained injuries.

After the battle concluded and everyone took stock, they were overjoyed to find that despite two severely injured members, not a single person in the entire group had died during the terrifying beast tide.

This was a stroke of immense luck, and everyone's faces were alight with the relief of surviving a disaster.

They gathered the injured together, and now it was time for the doctors to get busy.

Pasha, the doctor of the "Chamois Group," was a nun who knew healing spells and also possessed some surgical skills.

Watching Rein's fluid suturing technique, she couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Doctor Rein, you are truly amazing. Did you study your medical skills at the Oma Empire's medical academy? Your surgical skills are so solid, watching you suture is like admiring a work of art!"

Only professionals understood professional matters.

To the untrained eye, suturing a wound was no different from sewing clothes. But to a doctor, one could immediately tell how skilled the person was.

"No, I only learned a bit from a doctor and never received systematic training at an academy,"

Rein said, without pausing his work.

His suturing was fast and precise, his needlework as neat as a loom, and he could close a wound in moments, stopping the bleeding. The Corpse Stitcher potion had awakened his incredibly sharp senses, allowing him to work with the efficiency of someone typing without looking at a keyboard.

Praised so highly, he felt a little embarrassed. "I'm still just a doctor's apprentice, not really that skilled."

"Doctor Rein, you are too modest. Then your teacher must be a Senior Doctor from the Royal Medical Academy, otherwise, they couldn't have taught such an excellent and well-grounded student like you."

Pasha said, then added with a hint of self-deprecation, "I learned my surgical skills in the church, it's not systematic, and my foundation is far inferior to yours."

"You flatter me too much."

Rein smiled slightly, shaking his head.

He had found many medical texts among Piscis's belongings that could prove his lineage, guessing that guy was indeed a "graduating student" from the Oma Empire's Royal Medical Academy.

He paused, then added, "After all, you are from the caster sequence. Your 'Healing Spell' is something a surgeon like me, who only knows how to wield a knife, envies immensely."

In terms of surgical skills alone, he wasn't much worse than Pasha.

However, Pasha followed the caster path of "Cleric" as a healer, so it was normal for her surgical skills not to be as refined.

Her ability to cast healing spells was a miraculous extraordinary power that could visibly mend wounds.

The two branches of the medical field each had their own advantages, one working from the outside in, the other from the inside out; neither could be definitively said to be superior.

Hearing this, Pasha also showed a kind smile.

Humble powerhouses always earned respect.

The lightly injured members of the "Chamois Group" were already assisting the two doctors. Now, hearing their conversation, they chimed in with their own comments.

"Doctor Rein is definitely very skilled; after all, he's the Countess's personal physician."

"Yeah, Doctor Rein is also the most capable surgeon I've ever seen!"

"I really didn't expect that Doctor Rein's medical skills are not only great, but his combat skills also make us Scavengers, who walk the wilderness all year round, feel ashamed."

"The total weight of that mechanical arm doesn't look light at all; Doctor Rein's strength is truly astonishing."

"..."

The group didn't hide their praise and gratitude at all, and they all cast friendly smiles towards Rein.

During this beast tide, they had fought side-by-side, shared life and death, and their relationships had suddenly become much closer.

Moreover, doctors naturally possessed a "friendly aura" profession.

With so many injured, Pasha alone would likely have run out of magic before she could finish treating them, and some might have died as a result. But now with Rein, the surgeon, everyone received timely treatment.

They all saw this life-saving kindness.

At this moment, the leader Bart also walked over. He looked at Rein and Sam by the campfire and said solemnly, "Mr. Sam, Doctor Rein, you two will forever be friends of our 'Chamois Group'!"

Thanks to 'October Dragon City Flower Full Sky' from the bookstore for the 1888 coin reward, thank you~