Chapter 992

Su Qin, however, watched Tang Ruan with worry: "Zhao Chi, Tang Ruan has charged straight into the ogre pack—we have to rescue her right now…"

"Don't worry, she'll be fine." Zhao Chi said with a smile.

Su Qin had no idea where Zhao Chi got such enormous confidence.

No matter how strong Tang Ruan was, she was still just a 1.62-meter-tall little woman—being attacked by those ogres like that was far too dangerous, wasn't it?

Besides, Tang Ruan was also Zhao Chi's woman—how could he be so at ease?

But since Zhao Chi had said so much, Su Qin could only hesitate and nod.

Her gaze still anxiously fixed on Tang Ruan's side, afraid she couldn't hold on.

But at this moment Tang Ruan was not only holding on, she was even gleefully gripping her spear and charging about wildly.

Hammer-like fists kept smashing down, and Tang Ruan's iron armor suffered severe deformation.

But the White Jade Skin Armor beneath was constantly repairing itself, and the internal injuries on her body were also rapidly recovering.

On top of that, the ogres were simply too fat.

At most only four ogres could squeeze in around Tang Ruan, so at most only eight fists could strike her at once.

The remaining ogres could only rage impotently on the outer perimeter, roaring and posturing.

Moreover, Tang Ruan's Soft Body gene granted her an innate 20% damage reduction against impact force.

So although the damage Tang Ruan took was not low, she could completely tough it out with her recovery ability.

Seeing the situation as it was, Tang Ruan slung her steel shield across her back and held her spear in both hands.

She raised her head and aimed at the ogres' chests.

"You guys stink so bad—Thrust!"

A spear thrust slanted upward.

The steel spear instantly pierced through the ogre's fat heart.

"Aaargh—!"

With its heart pierced through, the ogre couldn't hold on either; it let out one final howl and collapsed.

The ogres behind trampled over the corpses in front and squeezed forward, howling as they attacked.

Tang Ruan laughed: "What's the rush? There are still three more in front of you that need to die—Thrust!"

Another ogre fell.

Qi Yue had already charged in from the right side.

The ogres here were currently entangled with the female spearmen.

They had been stabbed through with three or four holes by the iron spears, but still hadn't fallen, all of them pounding heavily on the female spearmen.

These female spearmen could really take a beating too.

Holding up their shields, they kept thrusting.

"Alright, let's hurry and reinforce those spearmen sisters—surround them and slash!" Qi Yue swung her blade.

"Yes, ma'am!" The female saber-soldiers charged forward.

White moon blades appeared.

The entire right side was a sheet of white light.

Forty-five moon blades poured out, slamming into the ogres' fat bodies.

The ogres' skin was fairly tough, but at best it only counted as leather armor.

Qi Yue specialized in dealing with leather armor.

The power of the steel Phoenix Cry sabers, boosted by Qi Yue's 40 points of Martial and 20 points of Governance, rose once more.

Every single moon blade cut the ogres open, flesh flying.

Fat mingled with entrails as they splattered.

Over a dozen ogres perished on the spot.

The female saber-soldiers already had closed in.

Each one raised her two-handed greatsword and hacked furiously.

"Flurry!""Flurry!"

"Flurry!""Flurry!"

They didn't have Qi Yue's overwhelming attack power, nor Qi Yue's steel weapons.

But the power of iron greatswords was already considerable to begin with, and with the Phoenix Cry saber's standard-issue bonus, their damage was raised another 50%.

Those iron blades could easily split open the ogres' skin and cut deep into bone and flesh.

The ogres were hacked into continuous wailing, and some actually shrank back in fear.

But how could Qi Yue and the female saber-soldiers possibly let them go—long legs striding in pursuit, slash after slash.

The female spearmen caught their breath, then raised their long spears and kept thrusting forward.

The ogre corpses kept piling up.

The situation on the right was already clear.

The liveliest spot was still the left.

While the spearmen were thrusting, Zhuang Ya had already led the female saber-soldiers around to flank.

She had long been unable to contain her urge to attack.

While the female elves were shooting, she had wanted to launch fireballs.

But she had been holding back.

Although fireballs had very long range, their power was limited after all, and they were single-target damage to boot.

Besides, her spiritual power was limited too—she needed to allocate her spiritual technique usage sensibly.

Since there's a choice, of course she should use the stronger Sea of Fire technique.

"Sister Saber soldiers, you coordinate with the spear soldiers over there in battle. My flames might cause accidental injury, so I'll stay farther from you."

"Okay, Sister Zhuang, be careful."

"Mm, got it. Sister Zhuang Ya, stay alert. We're off."

"Got it, Lian Wu!"

After the female saber soldiers charged forward, Zhuang Ya rushed to the edge of the formation.

Up ahead was a large group of blue ogres.

"Blue fatties, Big Sister is here to warm you up!"

Zhuang Ya held no weapon in her hands.

The steel shield and Fengming Blade were both on her back.

The gauntlets were also hung at her waist.

Her fair, soft hands spread open.

Her palms turned red and soft.

Zhuang Ya laughed: "Hahaha, let me show you the power of flames — Sea of Fire technique!"

Whoosh~!

Two thick streams of fire gushed forth.

A searing wind whipped up.

Rolling waves of heat surged forward.

A massive blaze instantly engulfed the ogres ahead.

The smell of singeing hair immediately filled the air.

Miserable wails rang out.

Although the ogres were fat, they were still living beings — their skin could feel pain too.

The scorching flames made their bodies flinch, and instinctively they abandoned resistance, swarming together toward the center.

But the ogres were simply too fat.

One was pressed against another, making movement very difficult and escape from the flames' range painfully slow.

Besides, fire flows.

When the flames struck their bodies, they instantly scattered outward in all directions.

The meter-thick blaze was blocked by their bulky frames and split into two walls of fire.

Zhuang Ya's innate sadistic tendency had been activated; her morale was the highest on the entire field, already surpassing Tang Ruan's.

"Hahahahahaha! Ah~ hahahahahahahahaha!!"