Chapter 638: Whose subordinate is this? So fierce!

Even while conversing with the intelligent aircraft, Xu Jingming had passively sensed through his heart-net that a master-level force was approaching from behind.

There were nearly twenty master-level forces nearby.

Most seemed to know each other and chatted casually.

So he hadn't paid attention—until he realized they were coming for him.

He turned around and saw four people: one man and three women.

Two had Western features; the other man and woman were East Asian.

The East Asian man at the front smiled warmly and introduced himself:

"I'm Wang Sheng, captain of the Lei Ming squad. We lost a teammate during the beast surge half a month ago.

If you don't mind, join our squad—we can watch each other's backs."

He spoke in Daxia language, his tone friendly.

No sooner had he finished than his teammates chuckled in agreement:

"Our captain has an A-rank Lightning ability—he's an eight-star master.

Even against an eighth-rank beast, he can hold his own for a while. Join us, you won't regret it."

Xu Jingming glanced and spotted an eight-star badge on Wang Sheng's left chest.

The other three also wore seven-star badges.

After completing his power certification at the Degaka Mercenary Group that morning,

Xu Jingming had specifically researched which elite master squads the group had.

The Lei Ming squad was on the same tier as the Xue Ren squad.

Any other master would have accepted immediately—but Xu Jingming merely shook his head:

"I prefer to operate alone."

"Oh?"

Wang Sheng was surprised by the refusal, yet didn't press further, only nodding:

"Understood. Sorry for the disturbance."

He turned and led his squad away.

Xu Jingming stood alone, finding a quiet spot near the gate to wait.

"Hah! Who'd have thought you, Old Wang, would get turned down!"

"Who's that guy? Looks unfamiliar."

"Who else? Just some new arrival—only newcomers are this arrogant."

"True. Once he sees how brutal the frontline really is, he'll realize how vital a squad is."

"Tsk tsk. Turned down Lei Ming? What a waste."

"..."

As Wang Sheng and his squad returned, several master-level forces began teasing them.

As an elite squad, Lei Ming always acted dominant—this was the first time they'd been rejected.

As for Xu Jingming, to them he was just another greenhorn who didn't know the score.

There were plenty of such newcomers.

They relied on their wilderness experience, thinking they could solo on the frontline.

They didn't realize the frontline's combat intensity was worlds apart from the wilderness!

Newcomers like Xu Jingming would likely die within one or two months.

Wang Sheng, as captain, naturally heard the teasing.

But he didn't care.

As they said, operating alone on the frontline was stupid—and suicidal.

He disliked stupid teammates; even if Xu Jingming came back later wanting to join, he'd refuse again.

The city gate will open soon. All legions and guild members, confirm your defense sectors and make final preparations.

The city gate will open soon. All legions...

The mechanical electronic voice repeated endlessly as Xu Jingming and others watched.

The hundred-meter-wide, fifty-meter-tall alloy gate embedded in the wall slowly swung open.

"Roar—"

"Howl—"

"..."

The beast roars, previously muffled, now rang clear—a wave of savage, ferocious energy surged forth.

Xu Jingming looked ahead and saw, a kilometer away, hordes of beasts gathered.

They roared restlessly, their crimson eyes blazing with fierce excitement.

As if eager to devour human flesh.

Likewise, Xu Jingming's heart surged with excitement!

In his eyes, these savage beasts were nothing but friendly ability points.

More importantly, this beast surge was far larger than the one at Daxia's Zhen'an City!

"After this battle, I'll gain at least a hundred thousand ability points!" Xu Jingming's eyes gleamed with anticipation.

Combat is imminent. All legions, move to your assigned defense positions!

The loudspeaker blared repeatedly; all legions began moving.

Xu Jingming sprinted toward the S-12 zone marked on his map.

He didn't use Lei Long Wings, yet his physical speed already exceeded 100 meters per second.

He covered twenty kilometers in under three minutes.

When Xu Jingming arrived, the Lei Ming squad was already there.

With their support-type abilities, their sprinting speed was naturally faster than his.

More than ten minutes later, all legions arrived.

Compared to the gate, total numbers were far fewer—yet still around twenty thousand.

Most were third- or fourth-rank; fifth- and sixth-rank ability users were mostly legion commanders.

Another two hours passed; by 3 a. ., the beasts had apparently assembled.

A dense roar erupted as all beasts charged simultaneously.

The thunderous pounding of their massive feet shook the ground, like a minor earthquake!

Support legion! Activate buffs!

Elementalist legion! Fire!

Heavy Armor legion! Charge!

BOOM!

Colors of light swirled as the Support legion's buffs enhanced every ability user.

Xu Jingming felt his power increase by roughly ten percent.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!...

Fireballs, lightning, meteors—elementalists' ranged techniques streaked across the sky like cruise missiles into the beast horde.

The armored Heavy Armor legion charged forward!

"Supreme Lightning Ring!"

WHIR—

A brilliant golden lightning ring slowly formed behind Xu Jingming.

Golden flames swirled—it was less a lightning ring than a fire ring!

He gripped the Molten Ash Obsidian Spear, his tall, lean frame shifting as he charged with the Heavy Armor legion!

"Thunderball Technique!"

When still under three hundred meters from the beast horde, Xu Jingming whispered inwardly.

The flame-encrusted thunderball shot forward first!

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

Lava exploded; countless beasts were instantly vaporized. A string of system alerts rang in his mind.

"One Thunderball took out nearly three thousand ability points! So satisfying!"

Xu Jingming's cold, sharp black-and-white eyes burned with unprecedented excitement.

"Kill! Kill! I want rivers of blood!"

He didn't activate Lei Jitai—he charged headfirst into the beast horde.

Frontline beasts were cannon fodder, mostly third- or fourth-rank—no real threat.

Thus, a brilliant sea of golden flames blazed across the battlefield.

A shadow wielding a long spear cut through the beasts; each sweep of the massive spear obliterated everything it touched.

"Holy shit! Who the hell is that guy? So damn fierce!"

Masters slightly farther back stared in shock at Xu Jingming charging into the horde.

Frontline beasts were indeed cannon fodder.

But seventh- and eighth-rank beasts would soon follow.

Therefore, most Master-level cultivators do not venture this deep, to ensure easy retreat.

But this man, he's practically at the very front of the entire frontline!

Is he utterly confident in his own strength, or is he just foolish, unaware that a High-Stage ferocious beast is about to arrive ahead?