Chapter 33: Let him see our strength

Older brother!

Gu Han rushed all the way, not daring to rest even a little, and finally arrived at this moment.

Seeing Gu Han panting, Gu Chen felt a warm surge in his heart, yet at the same time a sense of gravity.

"Gu Han, hurry and leave; I'll block them!"

Saying that, he shielded Gu Han behind him.

"Brothers of one heart, their profit cuts through gold!"

Gu Han smiled; since he had rushed all the way, he had no intention of abandoning his older brother Gu Chen because of danger.

"Little Wolf, let them see our strength."

As Gu Han's words fell, Little Wolf let out a howl, and with its short legs charged furiously at one of them.

Gu Han, not to be outdone, drew the long sword he had borrowed from Li Qiang in the logistics department, and followed closely behind.

Gu Chen, momentarily stunned, couldn't help but smile.

"Jian Lao, wait a moment; if the situation turns unfavorable later, you can take control of my body at any time."

"Now, I want to fight side by side with Gu Han."

Hearing Gu Chen say that, Jian Lao felt somewhat relieved and also a bit envious.

Such a scene of slaying enemies alongside brotherly kin, even before he became a spirit, he had never felt before.

"Alright, I'll keep watch on the movements; feel free to act."

Gu Chen nodded solemnly, lifted his three-foot blue blade, and fought side by side with Gu Han.

Even the weakest among the four, like Lei Chao, had reached the strength of a ninth-stage martial practitioner.

Seeing the inconspicuous aura, and the Little Wolf that seemed just weaned charging forward, the nearest person's eyes filled with intense envy.

"You're not bad luck-wise, but a mere martial practitioner actually contracted a Phantom Water Wolf."

Phantom Water Wolves are not exceptionally rare; those living in Ben Lang Guo naturally recognize them.

But for most people, a wolf-type battle pet of this level is already an excellent choice.

They had not yet become Martial Practitioners, so they naturally envied Gu Han for being able to pre-contract a battle pet.

"Following such a master, you could say you're unlucky."

That person snorted coldly, not taking Little Wolf seriously, and lifted a leg ready to kick it away.

Indeed, as he thought, Little Wolf whimpered and was flung away.

Ah!

But the intense pain that followed immediately made him let out a miserable scream!

He lowered his head and saw the tiny creature biting fiercely at his knee!

What was that which he had just kicked away?

The person beside him then noticed that the Phantom Water Wolf kicked away exploded in midair into a burst of water mist.

"Oh no, this is the Phantom Water Wolf's racial skill, Phantom Water Clone!"

He exclaimed in shock, never expecting such a tiny pup to have already mastered the Phantom Water Clone skill proficiently!

Little Wolf, using its cute appearance to slip by, seized the chance and tore the opponent's knee off in one bite!

The bone‑searing pain almost made him faint on the spot, and he screamed as he collapsed to the ground.

Before he could retaliate, Gu Han, who had already caught up, struck with a sword and ended his life.

Within just a few breaths of battle, Xue Wen's side lost one member!

Seeing this, Xue Wen instantly flew into a rage.

"Damn it, today none of you will leave alive!"

He planted his right foot and shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

That speed even caused Gu Han's pupils to contract sharply.

Such speed likely indicates a Martial Practitioner!

A true Martial Practitioner is utterly different from these martial practitioners!

"Little Wolf, dodge quickly!"

Gu Han shouted low, then stepped forward himself, intending to block Xue Wen.

Little Wolf's true strength could at most barely match an eighth‑stage martial practitioner.

Against a Martial Practitioner, it had essentially no power to fight back.

Gu Chen wanted to rush forward to help, but was intercepted by two other ninth‑stage martial practitioners joining forces, leaving him no chance to get through.

At this moment, Gu Han shifted his sword to his left hand, clenched his right fist, and gathered his whole body's strength at a single point.

Charged Blazing Fist!

Seeing Gu Han not only not fleeing but daring to resist, Xue Wen gave a vicious grin.

His forward momentum did not wane but increased, and he unleashed a booming punch that collided with Gu Han.

Bang!

Amid the heavy impact sound.

Gu Han's body was shaken back several dozen steps, his qi and blood surging, and he looked at Xue Wen in astonishment.

"This guy's strength seems not as strong as I imagined."

After all, the two have a major realm gap.

But the opponent's strength is clearly not as strong as Gu Han initially imagined.

Xue Wen's body merely swayed then steadied, yet when he confidently looked at Gu Han, he did not see the scene he had imagined.

Xue Wen's eyes narrowed slightly; his earlier punch had held nothing back.

Although he had only just become a Martial Practitioner, there shouldn't be any Martial Apprentice able to withstand his attack!

Guan Shan, who had been watching from the woods, almost couldn't help but act when Xue Wen burst forth with Martial Practitioner strength.

But when he saw Gu Han actually block Xue Wen's attack, he too stood there stunned, his face full of astonishment.

"Is this really a Logistics Soldier?"

Since Lei Chao is the spy on that side, it means Gu Han is a genuine Logistics Soldier.

Even as recently as half a month ago, the strength Gu Han displayed in the test was merely that of a first-stage Martial Apprentice.

In just half a month, a first-stage Martial Apprentice actually grew to the point of being able to contend with a Martial Practitioner.

This is undoubtedly an Arabian Nights tale!

Or perhaps Gu Han was holding back his strength during the test?

"These two Gu Family Brothers are not simple at all."

On the other side, the blocked Gu Chen also had a flash of astonishment in his eyes.

"It seems Gu Han also has his own opportunity."

He had Jian Lao's help, which enabled him, in such a short time, to fight two opponents single-handedly and battle two ninth-stage Martial Apprentices together without falling behind.

Gu Han's starting point was even lower than his, yet he could hard-clash with a Martial Practitioner; this certainly cannot be achieved by effort alone.

Only Gu Han knows that this is probably due to his having absorbed a lot of defensive attributes during this period.

In the frontal clash, Gu Han retreated more steps, which shows he is absolutely inferior to Xue Wen in strength.

But he didn't suffer serious injury; it was merely a surging of his qi.

What he relies on is that defense far surpassing other eighth-stage Martial Apprentices!

Although Gu Han's strength is only that of an eighth-stage Martial Apprentice, other eighth-stage Martial Apprentices probably couldn't even withstand a single punch of his!

Xue Wen no longer held any contempt in his heart, drew a sharp long sword, and pointed its tip at Gu Han,

"I want to see whether your fist is harder or my sword is sharper!"

As his words fell, Xue Wen's killing intent surged, and he suddenly lunged forward, slashing his sword at Gu Han.

Gu Han's gaze grew solemn, and he had no choice but to grasp his sword again with his right hand.

Although he now holds a sword, the only martial technique he currently masters is Blazing Fist.

But after all, fists are not as sharp as swords, so at this point he can only use his weakness to attack the opponent's strength.

However, just then, a loud shout came from the forest.

"Die, traitor!"

Guan Shan burst out from the forest at high speed amidst the shout, even leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

Earlier, when he suspected the Gu Chen brothers of being spies, he didn't intervene to save Lei Chao because Lei Chao's talent was insufficient to make him abandon his fishing mission to rescue him.

But Gu Han and the Gu Chen brothers now display heavenly-endowed talent.

Even if it startles the snake, Guan Shan must rescue those two!

Otherwise, if something happens to the two of them, he fears he will fall into endless self-reproach.