The sky was obscure, and the rain struck every martial artist with a chilling cold that far surpassed the creeping dread blooming in the hearts of the Golden Triangle fighters. A Ten-Star Warrior had just managed to bring down an Eleven-Star Warrior in a head-on collision.
Crack… Crack…
The onlookers stared at the air around Qin Fen’s fist, instantly solidified into ice, still unable to believe what they were seeing. The Nitrogen Pressure Frostbite Demonic Path had only managed to freeze the man’s fist into crystal, yet it hadn’t harmed a single hair on his body.
“Old Qin… cough… cough…”
Xue Tian straightened slowly from a stoop, his pale face marred by bloodstains, radiating an indescribable sharpness and handsomeness: “This fight is my solo show. You stay on the sidelines and don't steal the spotlight. Thanks.”
This man intended to keep fighting? The Golden Triangle warriors watched Xue Tian in utter shock. The man who could barely stand was insisting on fighting on alone?
“Young Master Tian…” Qin Fen gently shook his head. “How about we go in together?”
“Together?” Xue Tian curled his lip to the side, his eyes darting over Qin Fen repeatedly. “Maybe you should rest for a bit.”
Rest? Qin Fen’s body had returned to its normal external appearance. Xue Tian’s ability to perceive the internal condition, which others missed, hadn't diminished at all, even when injured to this degree.
The instant the Marrow Replacement Nirvana succeeded, the surge of newborn strength and the stimulation of bodily functions made his previously weakened cells explode with vigor, as if injected with a potent stimulant. His injuries seemed to vanish instantly, and the punch he threw surpassed any he usually delivered.
However, the success of Marrow Replacement Nirvana wasn't like the Golden Elixir in the Supreme Elder Lord’s gourd in mythology; achieving it didn't mean immediate resurrection with everything perfectly restored.
That momentary surge had passed. Qin Fen’s cellular activity was rapidly declining. While significantly better than his previous state, the internal injuries hadn't truly healed; the body only appeared uninjured due to the Nirvana effect.
When comparing their actual physical conditions, Qin Fen’s internal injuries were likely even more severe than Xue Tian’s. How much of his usual strength he could bring to bear in a fight remained unknown.
“I think…” Qin Fen smiled faintly. “There’s no need to rest. Let’s go in together.”
“Sounds good! The contest is, who can land more hits.” Xue Tian and Qin Fen exchanged a knowing smile. The Golden Triangle warriors felt a momentary illusion; the sheer heroic spirit emanating from the two young men standing back-to-back compelled awe.
“Xue Tian, now that Qin Fen is awake, my joining the fray means Tony is no longer the retreat, right?”
Du Peng’s cold voice cut through the sea breeze, reaching everyone’s ears as he took several strides to the edge of the combat zone.
The Golden Triangle fighters grew even more wary as they looked at Chen Yufei, standing not far from Du Peng—the warrior who had remained silent, his body radiating a bloody aura of slaughter, making him seem even more dangerous than the young man who had just spoken.
Four fighters against forty.
The disparity in numbers wasn't as extreme as it had been initially, but the overall combat strength hadn't increased substantially. Qin Fen was still heavily wounded; Du Peng could manage one-on-one, but facing two opponents would likely lead to inevitable defeat; facing three, especially wounded, meant certain doom.
Chen Yufei was significantly stronger than Du Peng. He could defend himself in combat, but achieving further breakthroughs... his time training was too short.
Qin Fen knew well that Chen Yufei possessed top-tier potential, but they simply hadn't known each other long enough. If they had more time, and if Chen Yufei had cultivated the specific technique Qin Fen designed for him for a longer period, perhaps today’s outcome could truly have been reversed.
As it stood… Qin Fen’s lips twitched lightly. The strength of these four combined barely matched that of Xue Tian alone when he was healthy.
A crimson long spear sliced through the misty rain, trailing a sharp sonic boom, and plunged violently into the sand not far from Qin Fen.
The twelve-foot spear sank two-thirds of its length into the damp sand, the exposed portion vibrating slightly, emitting a low hum.
“Qin Fen’s life belongs to me. Whoever tries to kill him, I will kill them,” a chilling voice, sharp with bone-deep hatred, pierced the cold air, grating horribly on the ears of the Golden Triangle warriors.
Anthony, lying on the ground, watched the young warrior appear in the rain. Despite harboring intense hostility and murderous intent toward Qin Fen, this person oddly refused to strike Qin Fen, aiming instead for those trying to kill him. What kind of situation was this?
Morade Scheck? Qin Fen raised an eyebrow in surprise. He had expected this person, who supposedly left after witnessing the fierce battle with the Little Underworld King Hades, to reappear only now.
Rumble… Rumble…
The dedicated rescue helicopter from Tianbei City hovered overhead. Several dark figures plummeted from the sky, dropping from less than twenty meters up.
Thud… Thud… Thud…
Each shadow striking the ground kicked up sprays of bloody sand high into the air, causing severe tremors among the Golden Triangle fighters.
“You guys…” Xue Tian looked at the descending Little Dragon King Yang Lie, Kai Tian Brooks, Xing Wuyi, and the others with great surprise. “Aren’t you…?”
“Someone was assigned to hold the rear at the hospital, so we came,” Xing Wuyi adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, recalling the scene that had transpired in the hospital not long ago.
“These people are here to kill Qin Fen, right?”
The Little Underworld King Hades, lying motionless in the hospital bed, spoke with an extremely weak voice. Xing Wuyi felt that if his martial arts weren't high enough, he might not have heard him at all.
“Yes,” Xing Wuyi did not attempt to conceal the truth.
Hades stared fixedly at the ceiling without moving: “He isn't here, is he?”
“How did you know?” Xing Wuyi was quite surprised.
“Heh…” Hades’ laughter carried a faint sorrow. “Not long ago, I suddenly couldn't sense his presence anymore.”
Xing Wuyi looked silently at the Little Underworld King. This man, invincible among the young generation of Venusian warriors, still possessed deep insight. Even though Qin Fen had wounded him so severely that he might never practice martial arts again, he could still sense whether Qin Fen was at the hospital or not.
“Are you worried about him?” Hades couldn't turn his neck; the bones weren't completely shattered, but there were too many hairline fractures to allow rotation.
Xing Wuyi nodded decisively: “Yeah.”
“Then take your men and go after him,” Xing Wuyi said. “With Uncle Chen, this Golden Dragon, here, it’s enough to hold everyone off.”
“You… More/Fast/Updates 16 x s.c o m…” Xing Wuyi couldn't believe what he was hearing. The Little Underworld King Hades, whose martial path might have been severed by Qin Fen’s heavy injuries, was now choosing to help Qin Fen?
“Surprised? There’s nothing surprising about it.”
Hades’ eyes were clear and bright, a gentle light flickering within them. “If Qin Fen just died like this, Jiajia would be very sad, wouldn’t she? Of course…”
Hades slowly closed his eyelids, and his weak voice gradually grew stronger: “If he dies now, half the purpose of my life disappears. He should stay alive, for now.”
Could Hades ever stand up again? Xing Wuyi shook his head, pushing the recent memories away. His two cunning, intelligent eyes scanned the remaining forty Golden Triangle warriors.
Yang Lie, Brooks, Solomon, Caesar…
In the span of a few breaths, the situation on the seaside battlefield had drastically changed. Four against forty instantly became ten against forty.
Qin Fen smiled; Xue Tian smiled too. The other young faces broke into smiles. Although they were still outnumbered, the battle would no longer be a pyrrhic victory for the Golden Triangle at a huge cost, but an unpredictable contest where no one knew who would be the last standing.
Anthony, lying on the ground, felt boundless despair. Xue Tian’s previous ferocious assault, that almost invincible aura, had already implanted a shadow of fear in their hearts. Now, with the sudden appearance of so many fresh young troops, how could this fight possibly continue?
“Oh? They’re here so fast? Then we can pack up,”
On the rooftop of a residential building one kilometer from the beach, a young man in dark green camouflage lifted the heavy sniper rifle placed before him and returned it to its custom-made iron case.
“Any reason to observe longer?”
Beside the young man, four other warriors, also prone behind heavy sniper equipment, looked up at the speaker.
“What’s there to observe? With this many people showing up, if they still can’t handle it, let them die here.”
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The four warriors, all wearing identical camouflage, simultaneously packed up their sniper gear. The green Oriental Dragon insignia on their shoulders became strikingly clear under the cleansing rain.
“I say, Young Master Du, is your brother among them? Aren’t you the most protective of him? If he dies…”
In the drizzle, the young man tilted his head slightly, his aesthetically sharp features radiating absolute confidence. “Die? Since he is my brother, how could he possibly die?”
“That sounds awfully familiar.”
Another camouflage-clad warrior flicked the water droplets from his closely cropped hair, smiling at his companions. The composure radiating from him was in no way inferior to that of Qin Fen and the others a kilometer away.
“Familiar? Of course, it’s familiar! Didn’t Brother Zhan say something similar?” The oldest of the five, a dark-skinned man, heavily clapped the shoulder of the young man beside him. “I’m talking to you, Zhan Peng. Aren’t you going to see your brother? He still thinks you’re dead. If you step out now, perhaps we can witness a touching scene of long-lost brothers reuniting and weeping in each other’s arms.”
“Is that so? Should I go see him? Or maybe not. If he thinks I’m dead, it might better fuel his persistence in martial arts.”
In the rain, Du Zhanpeng’s eyes held a gentleness that was hard to define, the slight curve of his lips enhancing the handsomeness of his beautifully sculpted face.
“No seeing,” Du Zhanpeng walked toward the rooftop exit but paused, turning back to gaze in the direction of the beach, whispering softly to himself: “Kid, pull yourself together.”