Tiger Cats

The long-tusked wild boar naturally wasn't about to back down. It snorted, and its underlings charged in to fight the Grey Wolf's monster underlings.

The charge of more than a hundred beast-soldier-level monsters kicked up clouds of dust. A rumbling filled the entire street.

Seeing the monsters fighting, Chen Fan called the others over to watch, ready to rush down and pick up whatever they could. Yang Hui also set up his sniper rifle and aimed at the beast-general-level monster leading the pack.

But the two monster leaders were clever, too. They sent their underlings to charge into battle while staying back to watch. Only their occasional cries showed they were still there.

The numerous beast soldiers came in all shapes and sizes, but most were cats and dogs, or pets and livestock that humans had raised before the Great Nirvana.

Wild animals, however, were powerful to begin with, and the mutations caused by the RR Virus had made them even more formidable.

Tigers, lions, and cheetahs, for instance, were generally at least beast-general level.

Beast-soldier-level monsters weren't very intelligent, and there were many different kinds on both sides. Before long, the battle had broken up into several factions instead of just two.

A Tiger Mastiff didn't care which side the wild boar beside it belonged to. It pounced and bit down. After being ambushed, the boar turned to face the Tiger Mastiff.

Then it charged at the dog that had attacked it, not realizing they were both underlings of the long-tusked wild boar.

But the monsters were seeing red. They couldn't care less about such things. The overwhelming stench of blood in the air only worked them into a greater frenzy.

Blood, chunks of flesh, and severed limbs flew through the air, while thick clouds of dust filled the space around them.

It was as though a veil of fog had fallen over the battlefield.

The monsters' howls filled the area. It was impossible to tell whether they were cries of excitement or agony.

"These monsters really know how to fight." Luo Feng watched them tear into each other, the scene bloody and thrilling.

If someone filmed it and put it online, it'd be more exciting than a blockbuster.

"Absolutely. Monster fights are bloody and brutal. They're the most entertaining thing to watch when you're bored in the Wilderness Zone, and you don't get many chances to see a battle this big. We're lucky today. Enjoy the show while it lasts—we'll be heading down to move in soon." Chen Fan grinned, then continued observing the battlefield through his binoculars.

Once the monsters were fully worked into a frenzy, the two beast-general-level leaders joined the fight.

The huge Tusked Wild Boar accelerated and thrust its tusks at the Grey Wolf.

The Grey Wolf nimbly dodged. Its fur gleamed beautifully in the sunlight. Then it opened its jaws and lunged at the boar's neck.

Unable to stop in time, the Tusked Wild Boar took a bite to the belly. Several gaping wounds tore open its round stomach.

The injured boar grew frantic. The tusks on either side of its mouth were as sharp as War Blades, and it thrust them toward the Grey Wolf.

The two monsters traded blows, leaving wounds on each other.

"Awooo!" The Grey Wolf let out a strange howl. A huge tusk had pierced its body—the Tusked Wild Boar's sharp tusk had plunged into its belly.

The boar's eyes seemed to hold a hint of smugness.

But it was clearly celebrating too soon. Had it let its guard down? The Grey Wolf endured the pain, twisted its neck, and bit down on the Tusked Wild Boar's throat.

Even with its throat clamped in the wolf's jaws, the boar didn't release its tusks. It kept them buried in the Grey Wolf's belly, even shaking its head from side to side to wrench them around inside.

Whether it was trying to escape the pain or kill the Grey Wolf faster was anyone's guess.

The Grey Wolf held fast to the boar's throat, enduring the terrible pain in its own body without letting go.

As time slowly passed, the two Primary Lord-level monsters fell to the ground one after the other.

Thud! The enormous Tusked Wild Boar hit the ground with enough force to shake it. The Grey Wolf fell soon after. Clearly, the two monsters had chosen to die together.

As for the other beast soldiers, most were dead. The few survivors either left the area or began eating the corpses of other monsters.

"Whew, these monsters can really fight. They've left us a bargain to pick up," Chen Fan said with a grin. He'd thought they'd have to go down and fight, but things had turned out this way instead.

"Yang Hui, stay here and keep the rifle ready. We'll head down and clean up the battlefield," Chen Fan continued.

"Let's go pick up our bargain!" Zhao Yong said with a grin, taking up his War Blade.

After all, to them, this was practically free money.

The four men slung on their backpacks and hurried downstairs. They soon reached the spot where the monsters had fought.

The thick stench of blood still hung in the air, making them wrinkle their noses.

But they quickly took out their knives and began harvesting the spoils.

"These trotters are good. A high-level beast soldier's tusks ought to fetch a good price." Sett worked swiftly with his blades, stripping the valuable parts from the carcass of a wild boar that had been a high-level beast soldier.

"Ox horns are good stuff, too." Sett quickly searched for anything valuable on the monsters.

After all, monsters could appear out of nowhere in the abandoned urban area. And the strong smell of blood here was sure to attract them.

The four men didn't dare waste a second, focusing only on the most valuable parts.

Chen Fan and Zhao Yong went straight for the beast-general-level corpses.

"Haha, this wolf's fur is beautiful. Too bad it's not intact; otherwise, it'd be perfect." Zhao Yong said this after skinning the wolf.

The wolf had stood two meters tall and measured nearly four meters long. Its hide was huge once spread out.

Fortunately, it was fairly thin. Folded up and stuffed into a Martial Artist backpack, it took up little space.

Chen Fan, naturally, started by pulling out the boar's two tusks.

"Team Leader, get back here! A whole horde of monsters has appeared on the next street!" Yang Hui's voice suddenly came through their earpieces.

Hearing him, the four men hurriedly finished gathering their spoils and returned to the rooftop where they'd been.

Martial Artist backpacks didn't look very big, but they could be fully opened to reveal a space as tall as an adult. So although the four men had packed in quite a lot, each had only filled about half a bag.

"Haha, it's been ages since we picked up a bargain. I bet we just made over a million. Heh, if we could find deals like this every day, we wouldn't have to work so hard killing monsters." Zhao Yong lay on the rooftop and laughed.

"You're ugly every day, but you sure dream pretty. We're lucky to get a bargain once. And you want one every day?" Chen Fan said, laughing as he scolded him.

The five of them chatted for a while, ate some biscuits, and rested before continuing to look for targets.

Yang Hui wiped down his sniper rifle and said to Chen Fan, "Let me know when you find a beast-general-level monster. I'm going to take a nap." Then he hugged his rifle, closed his eyes, and dozed off.

The others continued searching the streets through their binoculars.

"Team Leader, what's that?" Luo Feng pointed at a monster on the street with two tails like a cat's.

Below, more than a dozen spotted, tiger-like monsters swaggered down the street. They were enormous, and the one in the lead had three tails.

"Damn, three tails! This Tiger Cat's probably a mid-level beast general," Chen Fan said when he saw it.

Tiger Cats had one tail at beast-soldier level. Two tails indicated the strength of an early-level beast general, while five tails meant early-level lord strength.

And the strongest of them all was the Nine-Life Cat King, with its nine tails.

"It really is a mid-level beast-general Tiger Cat. Tiger Cats usually don't like living in groups, so even a mid-level beast general only has a dozen or so underlings. Looks like we're in luck. A fat target just walked in," Zhao Yong said.

"Yang Hui, wake up! We've found a fat target!" Chen Fan said, nudging the sleeping Yang Hui.

"What fat target?" Yang Hui asked.

"Come take a look." Chen Fan pointed toward the street where the Tiger Cats were.

Yang Hui hurriedly picked up his sniper rifle and aimed it in their direction. "Damn, a mid-level beast general in a place like this? And it's a Tiger Cat, which doesn't even like living in groups. Heh, we can't let a fat target like this get away. Just watch me." Yang Hui finished speaking and took aim at the Tiger Cat.

If Yang Hui could kill or seriously wound the three-tailed Tiger Cat leading the group with one shot, everything that followed would be much easier. The others didn't disturb him, letting him find the right moment to make a fatal shot.

Before long, Yang Hui finished adjusting his sniper rifle and gently squeezed the trigger.

Bang! A tremendous report rang out. The rifle's massive recoil drove even the high-level Martial Artist Yang Hui's shoulder back. That showed just how powerful it was.