Frenzied Slaughter, Madman Lin!

Frenzied Slaughter, Madman Lin! The battle was still raging. The Mutated Boars feared neither death nor injury, and their numbers kept growing.

Ordinary firearms simply could not inflict effective damage on them.

That was why martial artists were so important in this era.

Even those at Martial Arts Tier One!

Blade Camp was known as the Death Squad. Though every one of them was a troublemaker, their average combat strength was still extremely high.

All of them were at First Realm Fifth Layer or above!

Their mission was to hold back these Mutated Beasts while waiting for the laser weapons to finish charging and for reinforcements to arrive.

"Urgh!"

In one corner of the battlefield, a man was fighting like mad.

His name was Wang Fugui. Everyone called him Old Wang. He was also the veteran who had instinctively shown concern for Lin Ming earlier.

At that moment, a cunning, relatively smaller Mutated Boar had somehow circled around behind a shattered barricade to the side. The instant Old Wang swung his blade to block a frontal charge, it sprang out and clamped its jaws onto his left calf!

Its sharp tusks instantly tore through flesh, even biting through the bone in his lower leg!

Old Wang was a ruthless man himself. Through the searing pain, he roared and slashed backward, bringing his blade down hard upon the boar's skull. The blade lodged in its bone.

The boar released him in pain, but Old Wang's left leg had already become a mangled mess of flesh and blood, splinters of white bone exposed. He staggered backward and only avoided collapsing by leaning against half a broken wall. In an instant, he had lost all combat capability.

The scent of blood stirred the surrounding Mutated Beasts. Several boars immediately turned their crimson eyes toward this "soft persimmon."

Old Wang's face went deathly pale, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. He knew exactly what it meant to be badly injured and unable to move in a place like this.

Gritting his teeth, he used his still-functional right hand to shakily pull a photograph from the inner pocket against his chest, carefully wrapped in plastic film.

The photo had yellowed, its corners worn down. In it, a little girl of seven or eight with twin braids held up a bright red candied hawthorn skewer, her smiling eyes curved like crescent moons.

Beside her, a plain-faced man in old work clothes crouched at her side, gazing at her tenderly. His rough, large hand was carefully held behind her protectively.

The fierce light in Old Wang's one eye rapidly faded, leaving behind only boundless exhaustion and deep guilt. His lips trembled as he muttered in a voice barely audible:

"Sweetheart... Dad... Dad might really not be able to come back this time..."

A Mutated Boar, driven into a frenzy by the blood of its companions, let out a low growl and pawed at the ground with its forelegs. Its scarlet eyes locked onto Old Wang, who was gasping against the wall, before it suddenly charged!

That momentum was enough to smash both the broken wall and Old Wang to pieces!

Old Wang closed his eyes, clutching the photograph tightly as he waited for the final impact.

Yet the expected collision and agony never came.

Instead, there came an ear-piercing whistle tearing through the air, followed by an even duller, more chilling sound of something being pierced—Pfft!

Old Wang's eyes flew open.

A bloodstained spear shadow descended from above like lightning fallen from the ninth heaven, carrying unmatched force and resolute killing intent as it pierced with absolute precision into the joint between the charging boar's neck and spine!

The nearly two-meter-long spear, infused with terrifying strength, actually nailed the boar—whose weight exceeded a ton—firmly to the ground less than three meters away from him!

The boar thrashed madly, howled, and kicked its legs wildly, sending dust flying everywhere. But the spear shaft that had pierced its spine seemed to have taken root, utterly unmoving! Scalding beast blood sprayed out, splattering across Old Wang's face.

At the other end of the spear shaft, a slender, steady hand caked in blood and grime gripped it tightly.

Following the shaft upward, Old Wang saw Lin Ming's face, stained with blood and gunpowder smoke, yet still terrifyingly calm. Lin Ming was breathing slightly hard, his chest rising and falling, but the hand holding the spear was as steady as a rock.

He did not even glance at Old Wang. He merely stared at the dying boar struggling before him, his lips moving slightly as he spat out three cold, clear words:

"The thirty-sixth."

As the words fell, he violently twisted his wrist!

Crack!

The spear shaft churned inside the boar's body, completely shredding the last of its life. The boar convulsed once more, then went still.

[Cross-realm kill: First Realm Eighth Layer Mutated Boar. Kill Points obtained: 200.]

Lin Ming did not even wait for Old Wang to offer a word of thanks. He had already darted out like a leopard, pouncing toward another Mutated Beast nearby that had been drawn by the commotion.

The spear shadow rose again, killing intent awe-inspiring!

Old Wang opened his mouth. Watching that blood-soaked figure charge into the beast horde once more as though he knew no such thing as fatigue, extremely complicated emotions churned in his one eye.

In the end, he said nothing. He only used every ounce of strength to press the bloodstained photograph more tightly to his heart, then gritted his teeth and desperately dragged himself toward the relatively safer area behind him with both hands and his one intact leg.

"Holy shit, that recruit saved Old Wang!"

"Damn it! Let's fight them to the death! Even a recruit is killing that fiercely—what are we afraid of?"

"Kill! Kill one more and we break even; kill two more and we profit!"

Lin Ming's reckless, life-or-death fighting style, where he did not hesitate to trade wounds for wounds, along with the spear strike that had just saved Old Wang, was like a fire that ignited the last traces of bloodlust in the surrounding Death Squad members' hearts.

Fear and despair, under the infection of desperation and ferocity, actually transformed into crazed fighting spirit!

"Charge with this guy!"

"Cover his flanks! Don't let those beasts surround him!"

"Slaughter these bastard mutts!"

For a moment, with Lin Ming as the spearhead, a small but razor-sharp countercharge took shape!

Lin Ming remained at the very front. His spear techniques grew sharper and sharper, his footwork more and more refined.

New wounds constantly appeared across his body. A boar's tusk tore open a bloody gash so deep that bone could be seen on his left shoulder, while several claw marks had also ripped across his back. Yet he seemed unable to feel pain. His eyes were cold as ice, containing nothing but slaughter and the Kill Points constantly flashing through his mind.

[First Realm Fifth Layer Mutated Boar killed... 50 points obtained.]

[First Realm Seventh Layer Mutated Boar killed... 70 points obtained.]

[Kill...]

This brutal battle seemed to have no end. The Mutated Boars appeared inexhaustible—however many fell, just as many surged in from the more distant Wilderness.

The Death Squad's numbers kept dwindling. Screams rang out from time to time, but Lin Ming and the small group around him, their ferocity thoroughly roused, forcibly tore open a gap in the beast tide. They stabilized their position and even showed faint signs of pushing back!

"Who the hell is that kid?!"

Above the barricade, the Guard Army officer commanding this defensive sector watched the battle below through binoculars. Especially when he saw that bloodstained figure crazily pressing forward through the beast horde, he could not help drawing in a sharp breath.

At last.

Wooo!!!

A longer, more thunderous horn blast sounded from the very top of the barricade! Immediately afterward came the heavy roar of machinery, rolling like thunder!

"The Heavy Charged Cannon is ready!"

"Cover the target area!"

"Fire!!!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

Blinding energy beams and solid shells tore through the air like the whips of gods, lashing fiercely into the densely packed beast horde surging in from behind!

In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, severed limbs scattered through the air, and terrifying explosions and rampaging energy turned vast swathes of land into scorched earth!

Below the barricade, the pressure suddenly plummeted!

"Reinforcements are here! Brothers, hold the line! Kill every last one in front of us!"

Zhao Tie's hoarse roar rang out again, filled with the exhilaration of surviving a hopeless situation.

The remaining Death Squad members were greatly invigorated. They burst forth with their last reserves of strength and cleared out the Mutated Beasts trapped within the encirclement one by one.

When the last Mutated Boar was hacked down by several weapons at once, the battlefield finally fell temporarily silent. Only smoke remained, corpses carpeting the ground, and a stench of blood so thick it made people retch.

Those still alive were almost all wounded. They slumped amid pools of blood and wreckage, gasping violently, their eyes hollow as though they had yet to return from death's doorstep.

Only one person remained standing.

Lin Ming.