The Little Bastard Fished Out of the Sea (Third Update)
Right now, Brother Biao only wanted to throw back his head and howl at the sky: My feast is within reach!!
With that thought in mind, Brother Biao fought more and more wildly. In the end, he was practically chasing a whole group of people down, not giving them the slightest chance to escape.
Whenever he took one down, he tossed them onto the open ground, then immediately went after the next.
Before long, another pile had formed beside the heap of beast bodies in the clearing—except this one was made entirely of wailing people. Brother Biao fought viciously. Without endangering their lives, he struck only at their joints. Nothing was broken, but the pain left them unable to move.
They could only watch helplessly as they were stacked into a human pyramid. It looked like a pile of corpses. Though they were all still alive, their cries were terrifying.
At the very least, Bertrand, Basile, and the others who had been taken down first quietly shifted backward, secretly thankful that the pile had not been there when they arrived... Otherwise, being at the bottom, the weight alone might have crushed them badly.
"Damn it, what the hell is wrong with this kid? Why is he relentlessly chasing us down?" The people from the recruit camp were on the verge of collapse. More than half of them had never intended to fight at all; they had only come to watch the show.
Yet for some reason, as the kid kept fighting, he dragged even those of them hiding off to the side into the battle—or rather, beat them directly into it.
It was as if the entire forest was filled with his eyes. No matter where they hid, the kid