Black Wolf Chieftain (Seeking Votes, Seeking Collections)

Bang, bang, bang...

Like flames roaring in fury from the depths of hell, the two modern weapons unleashed an endless barrage. Bullets flew from the chambers, pouring out wildly, catching the Orc charging head-on dead in their path.

Ooo...

The Orc roared, feeling searing pain across his entire body. He raised an arm to shield his head and looked down—his broad, muscular chest and skin were studded with countless metal bullets.

The Orcs' muscle density was terrifying. No wonder they were a fearsome race with a natural Combat Power around fifty. Xiao Hen's expression remained flat as he flicked his wrists, stowing both submachine guns back into his Storage Space, then pulled out the Silver Light Sword. It seemed close combat was the only way to kill this Orc. Meanwhile, the other Orcs around them fixed their gazes intently on Xiao Hen and the Orc named Ironfang.

Orcs revered warriors. This was now Xiao Hen and Ironfang's fight; they wouldn't swarm in and attack en masse. Only after a victor emerged would they strike again.

Xiao Hen bared his teeth in a grin, watching the Orc across from him use his freakish muscle strength to force the bullets embedded in his body out. That physical toughness far surpassed his own.

"Roar! Die, you little bug!" Ironfang bellowed, swinging his heavy fists as he closed the distance in a few strides. His fist tore through the air with a savage howl, slamming toward Xiao Hen's body.

Compared to the Orc, that massive fist was bigger than Xiao Hen's head. The punch carried a crushing impact, strong enough to kill an elephant in one blow.

Xiao Hen had no intention of meeting force with force. Orcs loved head-on clashes—it was their strength, their forte.

Xiao Hen's greatest asset now was his swordsmanship. Using his sword skills to their fullest was his optimal fighting style.

He lightly leaped backward, easily dodging Ironfang's fist, then sprang forward in a sudden burst, closing in on Ironfang and thrusting his sword.

The strike was fast, precise, and ruthless—the blade slicing through the air without a sound. Since Xiao Hen's Spring Rain Swordplay had advanced to the second level, his understanding of killing with a sword had deepened.

The sharp Silver Light Sword pierced into Ironfang's heart with a shiiing, the tip emerging from his back.

"Roar!" Ironfang's face twisted as he stared at the sword in his chest, knowing he was as good as dead. His Orcish vitality kept him going for one last punch—a blow so fast Xiao Hen couldn't dodge in time.

In terms of raw physical ability, Xiao Hen was still inferior to the Orcs. Getting hit by that punch was only natural.

And yes, he took it.

Ironfang's dying strike carried all his remaining strength, slamming into Xiao Hen's chest and sending him flying. He tumbled backward for over ten meters before crashing to the ground.

Pfft...

Xiao Hen spat out a mouthful of blood, coughing as he climbed to his feet. He wiped the blood from his lips and pounded his stifling chest with his right hand. Luckily, his internal injuries weren't too severe—but he'd lost his sword.

In the distance, Ironfang's corpse lay with the Silver Light Sword still lodged in its chest. At that moment, the towering Black Wolf Chieftain stepped forward, looked down at Ironfang's body, then snapped his head up to fix his gaze on Xiao Hen. "For a human to have such a warrior... good, very good. I challenge you!"

The Black Wolf Chieftain had issued a challenge to Xiao Hen. Hearing this, all the surrounding Orcs erupted in excitement.

Ooo!

Ooo!

Ooo!

How long had it been since the Chieftain personally entered a fight?

The Orcs howled with glee.

"Your challenge—I accept!"

Xiao Hen grinned. Without the Silver Light Sword, his strength had dropped significantly. At this point, he might be able to escape, or he might not—the giant black wolves in the jungle were not to be underestimated in speed. But Xiao Hen didn't want to run. He could still fight.

"Oh? You speak Orcish?" The Black Wolf Chieftain raised an eyebrow and chuckled darkly. "Too bad. I'm still going to kill you today, to avenge Ironfang!"

"Kill him! Kill him!" the Orcs cheered.

"Human, your weapon!" The Black Wolf Chieftain actually pulled the sword from Ironfang's body and tossed it to Xiao Hen.

Xiao Hen's eyes lit up. He's giving me back the Silver Light Sword? He's really asking for death. Without a weapon, I'd have no chance against this chieftain. With the Silver Light Sword, it's a different story.

The next moment, Xiao Hen understood why the Black Wolf Chieftain had returned his weapon. The Chieftain grinned, then pulled a massive battle-axe from his back, its blade gleaming with a bloody red light.

Xiao Hen caught the Silver Light Sword, twirled it into a few quick flourishes, then pointed the tip at the Black Wolf Chieftain. "Come on!"

"Roar!"

The Black Wolf Chieftain bellowed and charged, swinging his axe in a wide arc.

Xiao Hen sidestepped, guiding the axe's trajectory with his sword and redirecting it to slam heavily into the ground beside him. He'd planned to use that opening to thrust at the Chieftain—not to kill, but at least to cause some trouble or inflict a wound.

But the immense force transmitted through his blade made him stagger, forcing him to retreat several steps.

This Combat Power is at least over sixty. No wonder he's the clan leader, Xiao Hen thought, then raised his sword to meet the Chieftain's next axe swing.

After several exchanges, Xiao Hen's arms grew numb.

My Combat Power is higher than his, but this brute-force style counters me. I need to change my approach.

Xiao Hen leaped aside, eyes locked on the charging Chieftain. As the axe came down, Xiao Hen met it with his sword—but halfway through, he suddenly altered his stance. His blade turned into a streak of light, carrying his body in a swift arc that flashed past. When the motion stopped, Xiao Hen stood a short distance to the Chieftain's left.

Slap!

The Black Wolf Chieftain's eyes narrowed. He raised his left arm and saw a long, thin gash bleeding steadily. "Human, you actually wounded me. Looks like I'll have to kill you quickly."

His expression turned savage, muscles bulging and writhing. Gripping his axe with both hands, he leaped high and came crashing down like a meteor, landing with a thunderous boom in front of Xiao Hen. He swung the axe down viciously—if that hit, it would cleave Xiao Hen in two.

Xiao Hen's eyes twitched. I can't block this axe. If I do, I'm dead.

The Black Wolf Chieftain's roar carried all his strength into that downward strike, its momentum so overwhelming that even Xiao Hen felt momentarily frozen, his movements stiffening.

"Dodge..."

Xiao Hen rolled across the ground, narrowly evading the Chieftain's brutal axe blow.

Boom!

The ground where Xiao Hen had been standing was completely blasted into a two-meter-wide crater by the Bloody Giant Axe.

A bead of sweat trickled down Xiao Hen's forehead. If that had landed on him, he would have been dead without a doubt.

"Roar! You can't escape, human!" The Black Wolf Chieftain turned around, his face twisted with ferocity as he glared at Xiao Hen.

Bang...

A cloud of dust flew up. Xiao Hen squinted, sensing trouble. The Black Wolf Chieftain had actually scooped up a huge clump of dirt and dust with his axe and flung it at him, obstructing his judgment. If he dodged in the wrong direction now, under the Black Wolf Chieftain's assault, he wouldn't last a single blow!

"Hahaha, die, human!" The Black Wolf Chieftain nimbly dashed in front of Xiao Hen, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he swung his axe down. At this distance, this human could no longer evade. Die, die!