Chapter 24: Life and Death (Part 2)

Lei Hong stared at the short, middle‑aged man who opened his mouth, his expression extremely grim.

"Friend, what do you mean?"

The short, middle‑aged Warrior's eyes were playful, a dark smile curled at his mouth; in a strained accent he repeated:

"Backpack, stay! Or die!"

As soon as the short man's words left his mouth, the atmosphere between the two sides suddenly fell into a brief silence, and even the flow of air seemed to become stagnant.

The faces of the members of the Chase‑Wind Squad showed irritated expressions, each involuntarily gripping their weapons tighter.

His rationality surged back like a tide, his thoughts resumed operation, and after his gaze flickered quickly it locked onto Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang, holding a Xingkong Long Spear, stood side by side with Lei Hong; his Spiritual Thought Power had already been silently released, wrapping the six 7‑series flying knives at his waist.

Moreover, there were at least three senior General‑level opponents opposite them, and they indeed lacked confidence against the enemy.

He no longer hesitated; powerful Spiritual Thought Power surged, the six knives at his waist instantly rose into the air, generating a fierce wind to strike the Sakura Nation Warrior.

"They dare hunt the Lord‑level silver‑horn rhino; if I'm not mistaken, that man in the middle is likely a War God‑level, a true War God‑level strongman, coveting our little stuff? That's just… way too tasteless."

Clang clang clang clang.

This might still leave a sliver of hope.

That short middle‑aged man from the Sakura Nation turned out to be a genuine War God‑level Warrior!

A War God‑level Warrior's basic strength exceeds 64,000 kg, and his movement speed easily breaks the sound barrier!

Even though his Spiritual Thought Power has already reached senior General‑level, he cannot claim to casually challenge a War God‑level Warrior.

His thought was the same as Lei Hong's: he only wanted to use the flying knives to temporarily hinder that Sakura Nation Warrior.

At this moment Zhou Yang's mind turned slightly; the look Lei Hong had just given him was a reminder—

The uncontrolled flying knives fell powerless to the ground.

Until then a muffled gunshot echoed from a building not far away.

"Friend, we are a Jixian Wuguan team!"

"What?"

"Sigh"

After all, the senior officials of the Five Great Powers have explicitly prohibited Warriors from killing each other.

"That just now was."

In City No. 023, calling the War God squad by chance is basically impossible, but attracting the attention of one or two ordinary General‑level squads is enough.

He kept a calm face, raised his voice to remind, and quietly pressed the alarm rescue function on his communication watch.

The two so‑called Li Family Hunting Team Warriors beside him seemed also stirred, and surrounded from both sides.

"Friend, the backpack is all here, can we leave now?"

As for possibly encountering flying monsters? There's no time for that now!

But in the next second, Zhou Yang instantly felt a chill through his body, his hair standing on end.

"War God level!"

Zhou Yang was also a bit unwilling; their backpack contained all the harvest from this wilderness hunt, worth at least two billion.

This concerns whether he can quickly purchase the second‑tier manual of 'Apocalypse'.

However, he soon noticed Lei Hong subtly giving him a look.

"Quick! Too fast!"

At this moment Lei Hong's brain seemed to freeze!

Facing the attack that had already reached him, he strained to swing his Long Sword to block, but his movements seemed slowed, no matter how he surged he couldn't catch up with the short blade's speed, and a desperate expression began to surface in his eyes.

In just an instant he understood the situation, and without hesitation shouted wildly at Zhou Yang:

"Run, run quickly!"

A scorching bullet pierced straight through his chest, leaving a fist‑sized hole in Zhou Yang's chest.

"Sniper!!"

Then those in front would have reservations, so they probably wouldn't go too far.

But if I could slightly hinder the opponent, with such a miraculous ability, Zhou Yang should be able to escape successfully!

"Lei Shu!"

A word that sounded like a joke bounced from the Sakura Nation Warrior's mouth, leaving Lei Hong momentarily bewildered.

Only, Lei Hong was a bit puzzled.

The short Sakura Nation Warrior wore an extremely satisfied smile.

All this happened in the blink of an eye.

He was already prepared; if he really acted later, at worst he could reveal his Spiritual Thought Power trump card and leave all three senior General‑level opponents behind!

However, just a moment later, a slightly weary voice from Lei Hong came to his ears.

In his mind, even if his guess was correct, this squad could hardly all get away unscathed.

At the moment Spiritual Thought Power made contact, he even felt a faint sting, and the bullet's speed only decreased slightly.

"Listen to me!"

Lei Hong's body crashed heavily onto the ground, narrowly escaping a fatal blow.

Lei Hong held extremely high prestige in the squad; when he gave orders, the squad, though unwilling, could only obey.

The 7‑series flying knives can even wound a primary Lord‑level monster.

"Leave the backpack, we retreat!"

But in the next instant, his complexion suddenly changed!

The voice of that Sakura Nation Warrior still echoed in place, but his figure appeared in front of him as if by Teleportation, and the short blade in his hand, half sword half knife, swiftly slashed toward his neck.

"Heh~"

In the perception of Spiritual Thought Power, a bullet carrying massive kinetic energy seemed to tear through space and arrive in an instant right before him.

But he had no time to think; all his Spiritual Thought Power erupted with a roar at that moment, turning into a huge thrust that slammed onto Lei Hong's left-hand shield.

His body, at the moment of landing, bounced up quickly and lunged forward toward the Sakura Nation Warrior.

Lei Hong shouted loudly again, first throwing the backpack behind him onto the ground.

Lei Hong was slightly startled.

"What?"

Even a War God-level Warrior has a powerful physique, but still lacks the ability to fly.

His heart sank instantly.

Although this wilderness area is essentially ungovernable, that applies only when there is no evidence.

If he could buy just a few seconds, he could use Spiritual Thought Power to lift everyone into the sky.

Several members of the Chasing Wind Squad looked at Lei Hong in disbelief.

Through the opening, one could faintly see blood and flesh scorched by the bullet's heat and fragments of shredded lung tissue.

After all, the opposing team actually had a true War God-level strongman!

He took the moment of taking off his backpack to glance quietly at the short Sakura Nation Warrior, feeling a faint sense of apprehension rise within him.

The high‑speed rotating bullet skimmed past the Long Spear, directly hitting Zhou Yang's right chest; the 5th‑gen combat suit was like a thin sheet of paper, torn apart the instant the bullet's kinetic energy struck it.

At the moment the short Sakura Nation Warrior erupted, Zhou Yang's heart also sank to the bottom of a valley!

Having just noticed Lei Hong's subtle signal, he silently grew wary in his heart.

"How could this be! Aren't ranged weapons only able to wound a junior General‑level Warrior? Why can't I block it!"

"Just teasing you!"

The Sakura Nation Warrior's short blade swept across Lei Hong's neck, the fierce gust of wind cutting his skin, and blood instantly spurted out.

Zhou Yang, seeing Lei Hong voluntarily lunge at the Sakura Nation War God-level Warrior, became instantly agitated.

The other members of the Chasing Wind Squad hadn't even recovered from the earlier disappointment of losing their haul.

If there were concrete evidence, the Huaxia Nation military or Jixian Wuguan would, in order to maintain internal stability, not hesitate to eliminate that batch of human scum!

But the next second, Lei Hong's heart gave a sudden thump!

The communication watch gave no response! The opponent is carrying shielding equipment!

Just now, when they sensed strangers approaching, they prepared for a rapid withdrawal, keeping their backpacks on, but now it turned out to be a disadvantage for those in front of them.

When they came to their senses, they found that squad leader Lei Hong had already been kicked out by the Sakura Nation man, and Zhou Yang was struck in the chest by a bullet and fell to the ground.

After everyone threw their backpacks onto the ground, Lei Hong, on guard, asked the people opposite a question.

The short Sakura Nation Warrior, upon hearing his words, showed no restraint, his slanted eyes still fixed on the group led by Lei Hong, flashing dangerous light.

His consciousness experienced a brief blank, and he only managed to slightly turn his body in time.

"Peng!"

If you look closely, you can see a faint greedy hue flowing in their eyes.

"Poo!"

Sure enough, the earlier worry was confirmed!

In the ungoverned wilderness, it is not uncommon for Warriors to slaughter each other over grudges and treasures.

He gave Lei Hong a slight nod, but said something inexplicable in broken Chinese:

"I really like your Huaxia Nation's culture, especially a very interesting slang phrase in it."

"Peng!"

Zhou Yang felt his scalp about to explode; in a flash, his survival instinct made him react instantly!

The raging Spiritual Thought Power in the Consciousness Sea erupted at full force, rolling wave after wave toward the bullet that was already nearly upon him, trying to slow its speed.

They dared not truly rely on the opponent's fear of Jixian Wuguan's reputation, so they didn't dare strike at themselves.

"Lei Shu."

The Long Spear in his hand was swiftly raised to block!

However, that bullet was simply too fast! Its kinetic energy far exceeded Zhou Yang's imagination.

When Zhou Yong finally reacted, his eyes instantly reddened, and he grabbed the War Blade in his hand and charged forward.

"F*** your mother!"

(End of Chapter)