Six Blades Against a Horde of Beasts, Removing the Disaster from the Sea of Sand (Part Two)

In this situation, let alone a live broadcast from the battlefield, there were hardly any mechanical hunters willing to set foot on the battlefield at all.

In fact, most mechanical hunters were hiding in the fortress-like Auto City, drowning their sorrows in alcohol while waiting for the final siege battle.

Starting a live broadcast at a time like this was like turning on a searchlight in a doghouse—blinding the dogs.

"Holy crap, this blade technique is fast, fierce, and precise!"

"How can he be this powerful? How can he make so many moves that defy convention?"

"He can fly! That's incredible! Did you see that? He was flying just now!"

"Forget the rest. Has anyone counted how many radiation beasts this guy has killed?"

"Who the hell could count that many?"

"C-rank, obviously C-rank! Who cares about those low-level trash?"

Some people seemed to have forgotten that it was precisely the low-level trash they spoke of that had trapped them inside the oasis.

A gambling addict who had supposedly quit for more than ten days suddenly stood up, his face flushed with excitement.

"I counted them. There are twenty-three in total. No, no, no—add that deformed Bat King, and there are twenty-four!"

Whether they were the drinkers in the bar, the spectators in front of electronic screens, or even the analysis department of the Security Map, everyone who came up with the number sucked in a cold breath.

This guy was a monster!

No, he had already been a monster before. He had been able to assassinate six or seven C-rank radiation beasts in a single day.

But now he was even more monstrous. The damage dealt by those two giant blades, that uncanny movement technique, and his fearless fighting style were all so powerful that they were difficult to