Passing Off the Genuine as Fake

The blazing sun hung high overhead, and the rising heat haze warped and shimmered the scenery like a mirage. Another group of black-armored soldiers rose over the horizon, kicking up rolling dust clouds and advancing amid thunderous tremors. Meanwhile, the enemies here had only just been reduced to fewer than ten. In the blink of an eye, the last black-armored knight was burned to ashes by Qian Qianqian, horse and rider alike leaving nothing behind.

"What do we do now?" Zhang Dongqiang, whose gun barrel had turned red-hot and was smoking, said in frustration. "We kill one group after another, but there's no end to them."

Two fists could not fend off four hands. In terms of individual strength, any one of the university students could take on a whole group. But the enemy had sheer numbers on their side. One wave came after another; exhaustion alone would be enough to kill them. Not to mention the drain on their focus, stamina, energy, and everything else.

"What else can we do? Run!" Shen Kou shook out his aching wrist and panted lightly. "We can't keep tangling with them. Otherwise, sooner or later, we'll drown in their numbers."

Just as everyone was hesitating, Golden Swallow brought Jason, Silent Monk, and Lu Yan over to Yin Kuang. Jason immediately gave Yin Kuang a thumbs-up. "Hey, boy! That martial arts move you used just now was incredibly cool—absolutely amazing! How did you do it?" Lu Yan and Silent Monk, meanwhile, looked at Yin Kuang and the others with faint wariness, while also glancing toward Victor's group in the distance. Honestly, they were very curious why these strangers were so eager to help them. Even with Golden Swallow's introduction, it was not enough to dispel Silent Monk and Lu Yan's suspicions.

When Victor and