Battle Against the Fourth Rank

Observing the situation on the field, Lu Hao currently held the advantage. He spent 30 Slaughter Points to restore his blood vitality to 400. Lu Hao didn't feel the pinch; after all, killing a high-stage Third Grade martial artist yielded a return of more than twenty times that amount.

He was just preparing to assist a Third Grade martial artist to break the stalemate at a single point.

Suddenly, he heard the sounds of fighting coming from inside, and the sounds were moving toward the outside. Weren't there two Fourth Grade martial artists fighting inside? Could it be that the Square-Faced Man only looked impressive but was actually just a blood vitality martial artist? The Detective Bureau shouldn't be that incompetent.

"Everyone, retreat!"

The voice of the Square-Faced Man came from within. Lu Hao retreated, only then realizing that the Square-Faced Man was not fighting one Fourth Grade martial artist, but two.

The Square-Faced Man attacked the two Fourth Grade martial artists, but the two defended together. Although both Evil Cult martial artists were blood vitality martial artists, their combined efforts meant the Square-Faced Man could not inflict significant damage on them.

"Call for help outside! Tell them there are two Fourth Grade martial artists here. I can hold them off, but I can't land an effective attack!"

The Square-Faced Man shouted. While everyone else was busy fighting their own Evil Cult opponents, Lu Hao was the only one without a target. Consequently, Lu Hao took out his phone and quickly briefed his mother on the current situation.

His mother said she would arrive soon and told Lu Hao and the others to hold on. Lu Hao now regretted not notifying Viper about this operation. If Viper were here, he could have held off one Fourth Grade martial artist, allowing the Square-Faced Man to kill one and then deal with the other.

Lu Hao watched the unfolding situation nervously. Suddenly, a scream erupted from the side. Lu Hao saw a fellow martial artist have an arm severed by an opposing Evil Cult martial artist.

This was bad. Lu Hao immediately realized that if this Third Grade Evil Cult martial artist killed his opponent, a Third Grade fighter would be freed up. As the snowball effect grew, if several Third Grade martial artists attacked the middle-aged Square-Faced Man, he wouldn't be able to hold them off.

Alternatively, if one of the Fourth Grade martial artists fighting the Square-Faced Man broke away to kill these Third Grade fighters first and then surrounded the Square-Faced Man, even Lu Hao wouldn't be able to stop it.

In an instant, Lu Hao thought of two possibilities, but both were unfavorable to him.

He glanced at the Square-Faced Man's erupting blood vitality; it was only slightly higher than his own, estimated at around 120 to 130. He was likely a low-stage Fourth Grade martial artist who had mastered blood vitality. He would certainly have no problem against a peer, but he was currently being dragged down by two.

"Senior, I'll take on one! You finish the other off quickly!"

Lu Hao roared, then unleashed a blade strike, attacking one of the Fourth Grade martial artists. Seeing this, the opponent channeled his blood vitality to defend. The Square-Faced Man's eyes lit up; he instantly erupted with blood vitality, thrusting his spear again and again at the remaining Fourth Grade opponent.

Without the second person to help defend, the Square-Faced Man naturally broke through the opponent's guard, inflicting significant injuries upon him.

On the other side, after Lu Hao exchanged a blow with his opponent, the enemy retreated a small step. Lu Hao judged that the opponent's blood vitality eruption was around 90 units. While his own was higher, the margin was limited.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to be a genius. I wonder how many resources the Church will reward me with if I kill you. Hehehe."

The opposing Evil Cult martial artist began to attack. After all, their explosive power was similar, but the opponent's total blood vitality was far beyond what Lu Hao could match. He intended to drain Lu Hao's blood vitality and then kill him.

Lu Hao pretended to swallow a Blood Vitality Pill, but actually stored it in his Storage Space. He then used his Slaughter Points to restore his blood vitality, preparing to use the third strike of the Blood Battle Mad Blade, which could reach the level of a finishing move. Perhaps he could kill the opponent in one blow.

Lu Hao didn't hesitate any longer and slashed out. This strike only contained 50 units of blood vitality—the first strike of the Blood Battle Mad Blade. The Evil Cult martial artist also threw a punch. Lu Hao was knocked back quite a distance.

At the same time, a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth; he could feel that his ribs had broken.

This was only because the blood vitality from the first strike had cushioned the impact; otherwise, that punch might have killed him, as Lu Hao had only tempered two of his ribs.

Ignoring the injury to his ribs, Lu Hao unleashed the second strike at his opponent. The eruption of the second strike reached the level of a trump card, nearly 100 units. This time, the collision did not leave him at a disadvantage; instead, it forced the opponent back several steps.

Lu Hao did not hesitate, pressing his advantage. He simply restored his blood vitality to full and unleashed the third strike.

"Die!"

Along with the flash of the blade came Lu Hao's roar. This strike consumed all of Lu Hao's blood vitality, erupting with nearly 200 units of power. The opponent's eruption was only 90 units; it was clear he couldn't block it.

The blade passed through the Evil Cult martial artist's fist, its power undiminished, and swung toward the man's head.

As the blade fell, the Evil Cult martial artist's head was split in two from top to bottom, and he died instantly.

[Enemy killed, Slaughter Point +1369]

Lu Hao landed to the side, panting. There wasn't a drop of blood vitality left in his body. He took out a Blood Vitality Pill and tossed it into his mouth, actually stashing it in his space, and then spent one Slaughter Point to restore 10 units of blood vitality before stopping.

At the same time, he swallowed a healing pill; after all, he had just taken a punch from a Fourth Grade martial artist, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken.

He had already exerted enough blood vitality in this battle—nearly 1,000 units. He could still use the Blood Vitality Pill as a cover for now, but if Lu Hao were to consume all his blood vitality to unleash a major move and then immediately recover it, even a fool would know something was wrong.

However, if he encountered a life-or-death crisis, Lu Hao would still restore it directly. As for the trouble that followed, he would deal with it later; surviving at the critical moment was what mattered most.

Looking at the situation on the field, the tide had turned in their favor. The Square-Faced Man was about to take down his Fourth Grade opponent, and on Lu Hao's side, someone had finally killed their Third Grade opponent. That person immediately rushed to help the man with the severed arm, so there was no longer any fear of their battle line collapsing.

Lu Hao rested on the side and took a look at his panel.

[Slaughter Point System]

[Host: Lu Hao]

[Blood Vitality: 10/496 units]

[Spirit: 21/339 Hz]

[Storage Space: 1000 cubic meters]

[Slaughter Points: 2161]

If he didn't use his Slaughter Points now, he would have absolutely no combat power. If he did use them, he would need to restore not only his blood vitality but also his spirit to be combat-ready; the third strike of the Blood Battle Mad Blade was simply too taxing on his spirit.

Still, this wave had made him rich. This amount was almost enough to finish tempering his ribs, and after tempering one more sternum, he would reach the mid-stage of the Third Grade.

A minute later, the Square-Faced Man finally killed his Evil Cult opponent. After checking on Lu Hao's condition, he hurried off to finish off the remaining Third Grade enemies.

This Square-Faced Man was truly weak; it took him so long to kill his opponent.

Lu Hao couldn't help but complain. If he reached the Fourth Grade, he would probably be able to kill a Fifth Grade martial artist—and not just a simple one, perhaps even a high-stage Fifth Grade.