Late November, 2056.
County-level City No. 0201, north of Jiangnan Base City.
The six members of the Fire Hammer Squad stopped to rest on the rooftop of an eighteen-story hotel.
Luo Feng ended his call with his younger brother, a smile on his face.
"Everyone rest now. We'll move out again at four this afternoon," their captain, Gao Feng, planned.
"This is a good start." Feeling the breeze brush his face, Luo Feng sat down to rest as well.
This was his first time entering the wilderness. Yesterday, he had personally killed an Advanced Beast Soldier for practice. Today, he had joined his squad in slaughtering a Beast General Level Bloodthirsty Tank amid a herd of Beast Soldier Level boars.
Compared with life in the city, all this felt exciting and thrilling.
By evening, the Fire Hammer Squad had finished resting and was ready for its next hunt.
Their target this time was a Two-Tailed Tiger Cat, accompanied by more than a dozen ordinary tiger cats.
In a small place like a county-level city, a Beast General Level creature leading a pack of Beast Soldier Level creatures was the norm.
The Fire Hammer Squad had plenty of experience dealing with targets like this.
But the dangers of the wilderness came not only from monsters, but from humans as well.
In another building roughly half a kilometer away, the Tiger Fang Squad, which had a grudge against the Fire Hammer Squad, spotted them through binoculars.
Even with monsters as their common enemy, humans continued fighting among themselves without end.
Bang! Bang!
Two sniper rounds tore through the wilderness's silence.
"Captain!" As a Psychic, Luo Feng sensed the danger in advance and struck a bullet with his Blood Shadow Battle Blade.
Before the Great Nirvana, such a feat would have been the stuff of legends.
Ninefold Thunder Blade, first level!
He had only just mastered it.
Warned by Luo Feng, Gao Feng, captain of the Fire Hammer Squad, dodged the bullet, but it struck Zhang Ke's arm instead.
From that moment on, Zhang Ke could no longer serve as a sniper.
"Enemies!" Everyone realized another squad was attacking them.
They quickly found cover and began making their way toward the gunfire.
Strangely, however, their attackers did not fire again.
"Did they leave?" Luo Feng was puzzled too.
After discussing it, they decided they still could not let their guard down. They needed to get closer and at least identify their enemies.
"I'll take a look." Luo Feng decided to scout ahead and find out what had happened.
"I'll come with you." Gao Feng, their captain and the squad's only Warrior General level fighter, decided to accompany him.
A short while earlier, a young man in black had been strolling along a nearby street.
He wore a black combat suit with a long blade at his waist. His hair was somewhat long, his bangs covering his forehead, but through the gaps, a metallic forehead protector was visible.
The forehead protector was entirely black, with an obsidian-like crystal embedded above the space between his eyebrows.
"Where exactly is the clue?" the young man murmured, seemingly searching for something.
A boar monster, red all over, spotted him. It was a Bloodthirsty Tank.
It was larger than the one Luo Feng's squad had hunted, standing nearly four meters tall—a mid-level Beast General Level creature on the verge of advancing to high-level Beast General Level.
Although this was only a county-level city, it was not without danger. Most powerful monsters simply lived deep within the city.
On the outskirts, a Bloodthirsty Tank like this could be considered a local overlord.
Rumble!
Leading its Single-Horned Wild Boar and Iron-Haired Wild Boar underlings, the Bloodthirsty Tank charged, making the ground shake like an earthquake.
The hostility between monsters and humans went back decades. Since the Great Nirvana began, countless monsters had died at human hands, and countless humans had perished at the hands of monsters.
The hatred ran bone-deep.
The young man in black stood motionless like a statue, his cold eyes fixed on the charging herd, his gaze resting mainly on the Bloodthirsty Tank.
At last, he drew his blade.
Fast!
That was the only word for it.
Before his afterimage had faded, he had finished everything.
Foul-smelling blood ran down the Bloodthirsty Tank's neck, while the herd's momentum sent the boars crashing into one another.
He sheathed his blade.
The young man in black had dispatched these monsters effortlessly.
The only drawback was that, as a fighter, he still had to act personally, unlike a Psychic, who could slaughter on a massive scale with a mere thought.
Even a war god could not match a Warrior General level Psychic's efficiency when killing these low-level monsters.
Bang! Bang!
Sniper fire? Should I take a look? Intrigued, the young man pushed lightly off his toes and scaled a tall building in a few steps. Racing across rooftops and walls, he soon reached the rooftop of a six-story residential building.
He covered several kilometers in mere seconds.
"What are you doing?"
To his surprise, these people were not killing monsters. They were ambushing another squad that was fighting monsters.
The young man deeply despised such behavior.
"Are they coming?" After casually subduing the six-person squad, the young man in black suddenly looked beyond the rooftop.
Someone from among those attacked seemed to be approaching, so he sat down in the middle of the rooftop to wait.
Within a few minutes, he sensed two fighters behind the stairwell door.
"Come out."
A sense of déjà vu struck him. He seemed to have found his clue.
"What are your names?"
"Gao Feng."
"Luo Feng."
Luo Feng!
As he stared at that youthful figure, lightning seemed to flash through his mind. Countless fragments of memory came together. He remembered.
An unusual gleam flashed through the young man's eyes.
Only when Luo Feng pushed open the rooftop stairwell door did he discover that it was the Tiger Fang Squad.
"Zhang Zehu." Luo Feng immediately singled out one of them.
Because of the earlier incident involving Zhang Haobai, he had cost Zhang Zehu over a hundred million. It was natural for the man to resent him, but this was not a life-and-death feud, nor should it have involved anyone else.
Yet now, the members of the Tiger Fang Squad were curled up motionless in a corner, while a young man in black stood in the middle of the rooftop.
He was the one who had just called out, "Come in."
The instant Luo Feng saw him, he felt as though some primordial beast had fixed its gaze on him. His spiritual power involuntarily shrank back into his body.
It was also this aura that ruled out the possibility of him being an ally of the Tiger Fang Squad.
A war god. He's definitely a war god! Luo Feng roared inwardly.
His physical strength was close to that of an Advanced Warrior, while his spiritual power approached that of an Intermediate War General Level fighter.
When they had been attacked, he had already resolved to take revenge even if it meant exposing his identity as a Psychic. But now, he knew that even then, he could never be a match for a war god.
"I am Dongguan." The young man gave his name as though he naturally expected them to know who he was.
"Greetings, War God Dongguan."
Luo Feng did not immediately understand, but Gao Feng, who had come with him, recognized the name.
Luo Feng had only recently become a fighter and still focused on practical knowledge. Once he spent more time browsing the fighter forums, he would naturally become familiar with most war gods' titles.
Only Luo Feng and Gao Feng had come upstairs. Chen Gu and the Wei brothers remained below, caring for and protecting Zhang Ke, who had lost an arm.
"Greetings, War God Dongguan." Luo Feng also paid his respects. The strong deserved respect.
Dongguan explained the situation.
"I heard gunshots while looking for prey, so I came over to take a look. At first, I thought some squad was hunting monsters, but instead..." Dongguan's expression turned cold. "It was these scum."
Seeing the change in Dongguan's expression, the members of the Tiger Fang Squad grew deeply uneasy. They even began resenting their teammate Zhang Zehu.
Zhang Zehu, meanwhile, looked venomously at Luo Feng.
It's all because of this brat. How can he be so lucky?
When Zhang Haobai had plotted against him, he had just become a prospective fighter.
When Zhang Zehu had been about to pressure him, he had joined the Limitless Martial Arts Hall and gained a powerful backer.
When he entered the wilderness, he had joined the Fire Hammer Squad, whose strength was not far behind their own.
He had even managed to evade that surprise bullet.
And now, they had just happened to encounter a war god, who had just happened to be interested in intervening.
There were only a few thousand war gods worldwide. How could they have happened to run into one?
Even if they did, how could he just happen to meddle in their business?
Zhang Zehu could only bury these thoughts deep inside. He dared direct his resentment only at Luo Feng and the Fire Hammer Squad.
We can only wait and see how he handles this.
Both the Tiger Fang Squad and the Fire Hammer Squad knew that the only person who could truly make any decisions here was Dongguan.
"What do you think should be done?" Dongguan asked Luo Feng.
Gao Feng and everyone in the Tiger Fang Squad turned to Luo Feng.
No one had expected the war god to ask for Luo Feng's opinion.
Luo Feng was stunned too. Has he discovered that I'm a Psychic?
He could think of no other reason to be singled out.
Still, remembering Zhang Ke's arm, Luo Feng voiced what he truly wanted. "Kill them!"
The atmosphere instantly froze.
Gao Feng sighed inwardly. Judging by this war god's attitude, he clearly disliked human infighting, which was why he had stopped the Tiger Fang Squad. But... never mind.
He shook his head.
"You want to kill them?" War God Dongguan remained expressionless.
"Yes." Luo Feng gritted his teeth. "They attacked us and cost Brother Zhang his arm. Of course I want revenge."
In truth, he had already made up his mind. Even if they were spared now, he would take revenge when he found an opportunity later.
Instead, the six members of the Tiger Fang Squad were delighted to hear Luo Feng say this.
They had been subdued for attacking another squad of fighters. Since this war god disliked human infighting, how could he actually kill them?
"You want revenge? That's perfectly reasonable."
At those words, the Tiger Fang Squad's spirits sank to rock bottom. How could this war god have such double standards?
Luo Feng was somewhat stunned, while Gao Feng was pleasantly surprised.
"But you'll have to kill them yourself."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll fight them and kill them with your own hands. One at a time. Kill as many as you can. How about it? Do you dare?" War God Dongguan said.
"All right." Luo Feng agreed.
Of the Tiger Fang Squad's six members, four were war generals and two were Advanced Warriors, but two of those war generals used firearms.
Without his spiritual power, Luo Feng barely qualified as an Advanced Warrior.
"Who will you choose first?"
"Him." Luo Feng pointed at Zhang Zehu.
Zhang Zehu was an Advanced Warrior, but extremely close to becoming a Primary General. Among the six members of the Tiger Fang Squad, he was not the weakest, but neither was he strong.
The key was that he was the one who truly had a grudge against Luo Feng.
Luo Feng had already decided. He could spare the other members of the Tiger Fang Squad this time, but Zhang Zehu had to die.
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