Bang!
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Scarhead was knocked back with a single move and slammed into the ground. The levitating battle armor immediately lost its effect.
Next, the other members of the War Spirit Squad were knocked down one after another.
Amid the smoke and dust,
a shadow slowly materialized, accompanied by a mocking voice.
"The Wilderness in the rear is truly boring..."
The figure gradually came into view. It was a tall woman, a dagger gleaming coldly as she spun it around her fingertips. She said disdainfully, "You rear-area martial artists are trash among trash. Even a rat from the front lines could kill you alone."
Strangely enough,
the woman was not entirely human. A long scorpion tail had grown from her back.
"You—you people, who exactly are you?"
Scarhead and the others were shocked and suspicious.
Not to mention them—even Xiao Yu'er, a high-ranking member of Zero Martial Arts Company, looked terrified at that moment. Staring at the group of neither-human-nor-beast monsters who had intercepted them, she felt as though her entire worldview had shattered.
"Who are we?"
The woman tilted her head. A split opened along her cheek, and, like a mouth, it kept breathing.
"Of course we're righteous people who specialize in intercepting the lot of you who enjoy comfort and peace in the rear. You deserve to die!"
The dagger spun, scattering flashes of cold light.
The woman's figure turned into a streak of light and lunged toward Scarhead and the others in the blink of an eye.
The group also coordinated in an orderly manner, rapidly spreading out.
However,
the difference in levels could not be made up in the end.
As the woman's figure flickered, she moved with ease despite being surrounded and attacked by the six men.
In just a few breaths, she sent them flying.
Facing a Ninth-order martial artist, they had no power to fight back at all. They could not even stall her.
Bang!
Almost simultaneously,
the battle in the sky pulled apart.
The many martial artists from Zero Martial Arts Company landed on the ground one after another.
Three Martial Masters shielded Xiao Yu'er as they retreated to the rear.
"Miss, this group is too strange. They clearly only have the strength of early-stage Martial Masters, yet they can erupt with the power of mid-stage Martial Masters. We'll cover your retreat."
One of the Martial Masters wore a grave expression.
Although these monsters were covered in fur and had horns, their vital energy and blood were stronger than those of ordinary Martial Masters.
Their Ninth-order martial artist was comparable to a Martial Master.
How were they supposed to fight this?
Moreover,
their target did not seem to be merely the goods being escorted. They also intended to kill them directly.
Killing for treasure.
With such reckless abandon, they definitely were not people from any major faction. The word "front lines" occasionally slipped from their mouths, further proving that they were a group of desperadoes.
It would be difficult to fight them.
"Fine!"
Xiao Yu'er did not stubbornly insist on fighting. As her gaze shifted, she looked toward the six members of the War Spirit Squad and said,
"Your squad, along with the other two squads, come with me!"
Scarhead exchanged glances with his teammates. They knew this was consideration for them, so they immediately nodded.
"Yes!"
The order was given.
Xiao Yu'er led three martial artist squads away.
Seeing this from a distance, the martial artists who had intercepted them grinned and laughed loudly. "Retreating when you know the odds are against you is a wise decision, but can you really get away?!"
"Pursue them!"
Three figures shot forward.
The three Martial Masters from Zero Martial Arts Company snorted coldly. "Stop!"
Rumble!
The two sides clashed again.
Xiao Yu'er, meanwhile, led the three martial artist squads as they raced across the Wilderness.
Fortunately, they did not encounter any particularly powerful monsters along the way.
They fled for twenty kilometers in one breath.
They had originally thought they were safe, but unexpectedly, those strange people had far more tricks up their sleeves than they had imagined.
"Ho-ho-ho~ hee-hee-hee!"
They roared like savages, and they could even control monsters, sending them diving down from the sky.
"Be on guard!"
Xiao Yu'er shouted. Two of the martial artist squads stopped to block the strange people.
The members of the War Spirit Squad covered Xiao Yu'er as she quickly retreated.
"We're still a hundred kilometers from Satellite City..."
"Roar!"
She was just about to say something.
A monster flew out from the side of the retreat route.
"Damn it!"
Scarhead swung his great hammer and smashed it head-on.
He shouted at the others, "Cover the lady's escape!"
The others did not dare delay. They quickly covered Xiao Yu'er as she left.
She had already expended too much energy and could no longer fight.
Bang, bang, bang!
The next moment,
before Scarhead could react, a strange martial artist launched a surprise attack and knocked him flying.
"A mere Seventh-order martial artist dares to stay behind?"
The strange man had a protruding mouth and simian cheeks. His hands bore blade-like claws, and his body was half-crouched.
"Enough with the nonsense!"
Scarhead was tall and sturdy, but his movements were not slow in the slightest. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before the strange man and brought his hammer down.
Clang!
Yet the strange man merely extended one finger and blocked his attack.
"What?!"
Scarhead's pupils contracted sharply, and he was just about to retreat.
But the strange man flashed behind him and brought his claws down.
Splurt!
With a single swipe, he cut Scarhead in half at the waist, splitting his body into two.
"Wh... what?"
With his lower body no longer under his control, Scarhead's body stiffened. When he came to his senses, half his body had already fallen to the ground, and blood surged from his throat in wave after wave of retching.
His disbelieving eyes reflected the strange man's monkey face.
The latter sneered. "Too weak."
The strange martial artist stepped on Scarhead's palm and laughed. "Someone like you wouldn't survive a day at the front lines!"
"Oh?"
"Does that mean you're very strong?"
The instant the strange martial artist finished speaking, a cold voice rang out.
The monkey-faced strange man's heart jolted. He instinctively activated a vital-energy shield.
Shing!
Cold light blossomed.
Splurt! The monkey-faced strange man's four limbs were instantly crushed into a mist of blood.
Like Scarhead, his eyes were filled with disbelief. By the time he came to his senses, he had already fallen to the ground, blood flowing out and forming a pool around him.
All he saw was a figure descending from the sky and landing before him.
Along with it, a ghost-faced monkey visage entered his view.
The strange man's pupils trembled. "You—you... splurt!"
Lu Xuan did not give him even half a breath to spare before killing him on the spot.
He picked up the Storage Ring and weighed it in his hand.
"As expected of someone who came from the front lines. His wealth is substantial."
Lu Xuan smiled and put away the ring. He was just about to speak when a faint sound entered his ears.
"Xiao... Little Xuan."
The familiar call entered his ears, and Lu Xuan's figure froze.
He abruptly turned his head.
His gaze was immediately drawn to Scarhead, who had been severed into two. When he saw the other man's face clearly, a thunderclap rang out, and Lu Xuan's mind was left utterly blank.
"You..."
He ran forward in a daze, then stumbled and fell.
"Uncle Scarhead... Uncle!"
"How could it be you? How could it be you?!"
Lu Xuan's body trembled. His entire skin instantly turned cold, and his neck locked up. He wanted to speak, but only a series of "ah, ah, ah" sounds came out.
"Little Xuan~ cough, cough—splurt!"
Scarhead spat blood, his complexion slowly paling.
"Uncle, don't—don't talk!" Lu Xuan trembled all over. He desperately tried to pull Scarhead's lower body over, stammering,
"There's still hope. There has to be!"
Bitterness surged in his heart, and his breathing grew rapid and heavy.
Why did it have to be Scarhead?
The Future Mail had clearly not said that Scarhead would be the one attacked!
Why?!
For the first time, panic and unease appeared in Lu Xuan's eyes.
"Haha... silly child, there's no saving me."
Scarhead raised his hand. "Little Xuan!"
"I—I'm here!"
Lu Xuan grabbed his hand and pulled off the ghost-faced monkey mask covering his face. An indescribable emotion stirred his tear ducts, making tears stream uncontrollably from his eyes.
"I'm sorry!"
"Uncle, I'm sorry. I came too late!"
"It's not your fault..." Scarhead revealed a faint smile. "Getting to see you one last time makes it worth it."
"No, no, Uncle, you can still be saved..."
As Lu Xuan's body trembled, he suddenly felt Scarhead's five fingers clamp down with tremendous force. Instinctively, Scarhead pulled him toward the side.
However,
almost in the next instant after Lu Xuan's body was yanked away, the monster previously controlled by the strange martial artist used its sharp horn to ram straight into Scarhead, who was already on the verge of death, smashing him to pieces.
Blood and chunks of flesh scattered across the ground.
Lu Xuan's pupils contracted, and his body stiffened.
Staring blankly at the scene, he felt his heart stop in an instant.
"Ah, ahhh!"
A swelling pain struck his head, and Lu Xuan let out a hysterical roar.
Countless blades and shattered stones around him trembled and rose into the air. The monster seemed to sense the aura of death and had just begun to flee.
Puff, puff, puff!
The fragments filled the sky like bullets and pierced through its body.
In a mere instant, they twisted it into a mist of blood.
"No, no, no!"
Blood tears flowed from Lu Xuan's eyes. He stepped forward, wanting to pick up Scarhead's corpse piece by piece and piece it back together. However, even after being completely restored, Scarhead had long since stopped breathing.
Scarhead was dead!
"Ahhh!"
Lu Xuan let out a heart-rending roar.
Vast Psychic Power spread outward, and everything around him exploded one after another.
Scarhead was the first good person Lu Xuan had met—the first person to treat him well in the Wilderness. He had even saved Lu Xuan's life.
Yet he had died right before Lu Xuan's eyes.
He had even saved his own life before dying.
"Why? Why?!"
"I'm sorry—ahhh!"
Lu Xuan pounded the ground with both fists, blood spilling from his knuckles.
If only he had known it was Scarhead.
He wouldn't have arrived so late.
Why?! Why hadn't Future Mail mentioned this?
Anger and resentment.
Lu Xuan clawed through the sand, his tears falling and splashing one patch after another.
He hated it.
He hated himself for not realizing who it was at once.
He hated himself for being one step too slow.
All he could do was claw through the sand bit by bit.
Suddenly,
A fierce gust swept in, and a woman with a scorpion tail came twisting her way over.
"Well, well~ Are you grieving for your companion?"
She licked the blood from her dagger and grinned savagely. "Don't worry. I'll send you down right now... Bang!"
Before she could finish,
the woman suddenly felt her body go light. By the time she reacted, she found that Lu Xuan had somehow seized her by the throat and lifted her into the air.
"You—how is this possible?"
The woman was terrified. At the same time, she tried to whip her scorpion tail around and stab Lu Xuan.
Splurt!
A cold gleam flashed, and the scorpion tail shattered into a spray of bloody pulp.
The woman let out a shriek. When she turned her head again, she saw countless bits of gravel and iron suspended in midair, all aimed at her.
"This... you!?"
"What are you people?"
"We—we're... splurt!"
Lu Xuan narrowed his eyes and crushed the woman's head outright, while fragments filling the sky hacked her body into a mist of blood.
After finishing everything,
he donned Ghost-faced Monkey's mask and raised his head to look into the distance.
Several strange warriors clad in hovering battle armor were slowly approaching.
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