Chapter 199: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Lin En brought Yaduoduo to that fence corner where they first met.

This was where he was "born," and Yaduoduo never let other grots near it.

Actually it didn't know why it did this; it just felt in its heart that the place shouldn't be seen by others.

Perhaps there lay the secret of the one-versus-seven.

The two passed through the fence and walked into this forgotten corner.

The iron gate was crooked, and when pushed open it made an ear-piercing creaking sound.

The ground was covered with rotten debris and dried Squig dung, soft underfoot.

A strange smell hung in the air: besides the stench of Squig dung, there was something more primitive, more savage.

This made Yaduoduo feel that something sleeping in its bloodline for a long time was awakening.

Following the source of the smell, they saw thirty-something Ork Boyz squatting in the corner.

Some were dazed, staring blankly at the ground; some were eating debris they'd picked up, chewing crunch-crunch-crunch, sticky saliva dripping from their mouth corners.

Some boyz were shoving each other, scuffling like newborn puppies, rolling around, kicking up dust.

Seeing someone come, they stood up one by one, eyes blank, as if just woken up, not yet figuring out who they were.

The tallest one in front stood at two meters three, all corded muscle, arms thicker than Yaduoduo's waist.

Standing there it was like a wall, pectorals bulging like two iron plates, shoulders broad enough for three grots to stand side by side.

It was a head bigger than other green skins, and just standing there gave a sense of oppression.

It saw Lin En, and its eyes suddenly focused, as if recognizing something.

Lin En also gazed into its eyes, and something passed between the two of them.

Their eyes exchanged a brief moment, but they soon looked away.

Lin En nodded slightly, and the big fellow blinked almost imperceptibly.

Yaduoduo had already guessed what Lin En wanted to do, and he asked worriedly:

"Can you win? One versus seven."

Lin En smiled confidently: "I'll win."

Afterwards, Lin En let out a provocative roar at the big fellow.

That voice was full of challenge to power.

The big fellow was stunned for a moment, then his mouth corner split open, revealing a hideous smile.

There was no malice in that smile, only excitement—the excitement of finally having a fight.

It roared back, like an enraged beast, charging at Lin En.

Its footsteps were heavy, each step leaving footprints in the rotten mud.

Yaduoduo hid behind the fence, heart in its throat.

It gripped the iron railing, silently praying in its heart that Lin En could win.

Although Lin En had grown to two meters during this period, facing the big fellow he still seemed a bit lacking.

The other's height was estimated at two meters three, his build even more robust, his arms looking thicker than Lin En's thighs.

It wasn't sure Lin En could beat the other, but now it could only choose to believe.

The two charged at the same time, slamming hard into each other.

Afterwards unfolded a passionate mutual beating, both sides constantly throwing punches, neither meaning to dodge.

Dull impact sounds kept ringing out in the fence, making Yaduoduo's teeth ache.

Lin En was in poor condition, his movements stiff, like a machine without oil; after taking several punches in a row, he staggered backward.

Each of the big fellow's punches drove him back, his heels plowing two shallow grooves in the ground.

The suppressed Lin En began throwing wild punches; after one punch missed, its body leaned forward, exposing an opening.

The big fellow seized the opportunity, an elbow smashing into his shoulder, a crisp bone-cracking sound ringing out.

Lin En knelt on one knee, his left shoulder collapsing, the whole arm hanging limp, like melted clay.

The big fellow took advantage and pounced, pressing Lin En to the ground.

Its huge body pressed down, like a mountain pressing down.

Lin En lay on the ground, face covered in blood, right eye swollen shut.

The big fellow's fist hung in midair, ready to smash down at any moment.

With this punch, Lin En's head might burst like a watermelon.

Lin En's defeat was sealed.

Yaduoduo closed its eyes, not daring to look anymore.

It's over, one versus seven is over.

Only this thought remained in its head; its legs went soft, its hand slid from the railing, and the whole person slumped to the ground.

Without Lin En's help, it didn't know how to face the fierce A Wu.

After waiting a while, it didn't hear the expected shriek.

Yaduoduo slowly opened its eyes, and the scene before its eyes left it speechless.

Lin En stood in the center of the arena, covered in blood, roaring wildly.

Like a male lion delivering an acceptance speech after seizing victory for its territory.

And that hulking figure lay unconscious at its feet, its massive body sprawled on the ground like a collapsed mountain.

Seeing this, the other Green Skins lowered their heads one by one, striking poses of submission.

Yaduoduo still couldn't believe its own eyes, rubbed them, and looked again.

It was real!

It climbed up from the ground, its legs still trembling, but its face was already beaming with joy.

A surge of wild joy rose in its heart—one against seven, and it had actually won!

Now they had over thirty Beastmen; three hundred or so Fart Spirits were nothing.

It jumped out from behind the fence, ran to Lin En's side, wanted to help him, but didn't know where to touch.

He was covered in blood, looking as if he'd been fished out of a meat grinder.

It could only stand beside him, grinning foolishly, saying nonstop:

"One against seven, you're amazing!"

Lin En secretly wiped away the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

His ribs ached faintly, his left shoulder was dislocated, and his right eye socket was swollen shut.

He actually couldn't beat that hulking figure; that guy's initial stats hadn't been castrated.

Every punch carried terrifying force, landing on his body like being hit by a truck.

If they really fought, he couldn't withstand ten moves.

But halfway through the fight, under Lin En's constant eye signals, the hulking figure finally remembered.

Remembered who he was, why he came here, and that female voice speaking in his mind.

It started holding back, reducing its punch strength by more than half, slowing its movements, deliberately exposing openings to give Lin En a chance.

With that final punch, it even deliberately swung wide, then fell to the ground on cue, feigning unconsciousness.

These Green Skins were created by Lena, and were deployed here along with One Against Seven.

It was just that Lin En woke up first to scout the situation, and only woke them now because there was a need.

Lena still couldn't act out that Green Skin kind of foolishness, so Lin En came up with a method.

He had his Guard Team, those Ogryns, control this batch of especially crucial Green Skin Grots.

The Ogryns only needed to strike slightly, and that was already the limit of Lena's acting.