Counterassault

Of course it was true.

Just as Lord Black boasted that he never lied, Mu Fan was not in the habit of exaggerating either.

Against a large-scale sea-of-soldiers assault across flat terrain, without mechs or stronger weapons, he could admit helplessness—like the nighttime insect swarm raid they had encountered on Planet 131.

But in this kind of small-scale encounter amid complex terrain, under the cover of night, it was practically a battlefield tailor-made for Mu Fan.

His abilities could be enhanced to their fullest extent.

When he said he could do it, then he could definitely do it!

From the moment he moved to the moment he landed, Mu Fan did not make the slightest sound.

Under the night sky, only a nearly silent figure moved swiftly. If not for the occasional gleam reflected off that Riot Shield, Mu Fan would have seemed almost hidden in the air itself.

"Ban Deng, five Mechanical Spiders at your four o'clock."

"Tiger Cat, two Mechanical Spiders climbing along the cliff face."

In the communications channel, Mu Fan's voice rang out rapidly and rhythmically, but it shared one trait throughout—it was calm and utterly emotionless.

Following Mu Fan's warnings, the remaining members of the Night Patrol Squad were astonished to find the pressure on them suddenly easing.

The rookie's reports were so accurate, his angles so tricky, that they were utterly amazed.

A moment later, the five survivors had all broken out in cold sweat.

Every one of those stealthy Mechanical Spiders Mu Fan had reported creeping closer had gone unnoticed by them.

So how had he spotted them?

With that huge question in mind, some of them began searching for Mu Fan.

Yet apart from the fierce gunfire and flying barrage of bullets, where could they see even a trace of a