In this chaotic battlefield, everyone was risking their lives to fight. In this place, the scenes of killing and being killed kept repeating. Human lives were no longer alive. Instead, they were meaningless numbers.
In this huge killing field, the rookies felt as if they were facing the end of the world. This was the hell for rookies, the purgatory field for rookies.
Foolish ones, or those who screamed in fear, ran around in a daze, and their throats were slashed by passing enemies. Some of them lay on the ground in fear and did not dare to move, and the enemy casually threw out a handful of Kunai to deal with them. The smart ones, like Lin Luo and the other two, hid in the collapsed tent and waited for their fate to decide whether they would be discovered by the enemy and killed, or if they would be lucky enough to escape. Or run to a few veterans to seek shelter.
After tonight, who knew how many rookies would be lucky enough to survive and continue to face the bigger and more dangerous survival challenge tomorrow.
However, this level of enemy was a good opportunity for these veterans to make a fortune. They were like fish in water in this battlefield. Wherever there were enemies, there would be their shadows. There were many enemies there, and they would charge there happily.
The muscular man and the other two veterans excitedly protected the Thousand-handed Rope Tree as they charged into the enemy's group. The three of them formed an inverted triangle around the Thousand-handed Rope Tree. The muscular man and the knight man were on the left and right of the Thousand-handed Rope Tree, while the elf woman was not far behind them.
The muscular man was wearing a pair of earthen yellow gloves on his hands. With a tiger roar, he rushed to the enemy's side with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes. He punched out with his right hand, which was wearing an earthen yellow glove. The enemy only had time to block the weapon in his hand.
Crack! The Kunai that was used to block the attack was broken by the muscular man. Then, his right hand didn't stop and continued to attack under the terrified eyes of the enemy.‘Crack, crack, crack, ah, the enemy screamed as he was sent flying. The spot where the muscular man's right fist hit him had obviously sunk in a large part of his body. His bones were cracking from the impact. It was obvious that many of the enemy's bones had been broken. His body flew a few meters away and fell to the ground, twitching a few times before he stopped moving.
The nearby enemies and the Kiyoha Village ninjas could not help but shudder when they saw the situation. Especially when they saw the tragic state of the corpses on the ground and the sound of bones cracking, the enemies felt a chill run down their spines. They quickly distanced themselves from the muscular man.
The muscular man waved his hands excitedly. Every time he swung his fists, an enemy would die in his hands. The enemy's body would fly into the air. No weapon could withstand the muscular man's fists. Even if a pair of soft earthen yellow gloves were hit by a sharp weapon, they would only make a clanging sound like metal colliding with metal. They were not damaged at all.
The muscular man was in the midst of killing and had completely forgotten the Vampire Captain's order before he left. He had already left Thousand-handed Rope Tree and the others far behind and charged into the depths of the enemy group alone. Every time he killed an enemy, he would shout excitedly. Except for the enemies who attacked his head and neck, he was completely unprepared. When the enemies 'swords struck his body, there would always be clanging sounds.
His entire body seemed to have swelled up, and his clothes were bulging. The muscular man was like a human tank, rampaging through the entire camp.
All the enemies who were hit by his fist either had their bodies clearly caved in or were punched into two pieces. There was even one enemy who was punched into pieces in the air, and his flesh and blood flew everywhere.
This scared the enemy so much that they were in no mood to fight. Wherever the muscular man appeared, the enemy would scatter, not daring to fight with this fierce man.
The knight shook his head as he looked at the brawny man. At this moment, he was holding a two-handed greatsword that was emitting a gentle white light. Coupled with the golden paladin armor he was wearing, he looked like a human-shaped glowing object. He still had a calm expression on his face. He didn't have bloodshot eyes because of this. Instead, he protected the Thousand-handed Rope Tree tightly. Clearly, he hadn't forgotten his main responsibility.
Any enemy who tried to get close to him and the Thousand-handed Rope Tree would be killed with a single slash. The knight's swordsmanship was very direct. It was just a simple straight slash, vertical slash, and horizontal sweep. The enemy seemed to be unable to dodge the knight's slash. No, it looked more like the enemy had taken the initiative to approach his sword.
Thousand-handed Rope Tree looked depressed. All the enemies that got close to them were killed by the Knight before they could. This made him unable to fight an enemy since the beginning.
What made the Thousand-handed Rope Tree even more depressed was that the enemy who hadn't even gotten close to them was shot to death by the elf beauty who was protecting him. This made him want to take advantage of the time when the knight man was killing the enemy and had no time to pay attention to him to rush forward and fight with the other enemies.
However, the Thousand-handed Rope Tree couldn't say anything, much less criticize his two guards for their dutiful duties. He could only stare at them gloomily and continue to be his bystander.
At this moment, the elf beauty was holding an ice-blue longbow that emitted a slight chill in one hand. She was holding an arrow in the other hand and vigilantly watching her surroundings. As long as an enemy entered the range of her bow and arrow, she would shoot them to death without hesitation.
If someone were to dissect the enemies that she had shot to death, they would find that there were many tiny ice crystals inside the bodies of these dead people, especially near the branches.
Very few enemies could block her elusive arrows, and the occasional fish that slipped through the net were killed by the knight's sword. This was why the Thousand-handed Rope Tree felt depressed. He almost didn't need to make a move. No, he didn't even make a move.
The Vampire Captain was feeling very good right now. He was really enjoying himself. His eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty light, and the beautiful sound of reward points kept ringing in his ears. At this moment, he didn't even find the cold mechanical voice of the Main God so annoying.
He held a long and narrow sword in his right hand. The sword occasionally slashed through the air, leaving a faint blood-red color in the place where it passed, and then disappeared into the dark night.
The Genin was no match for him. It was like chopping vegetables and melons. The Vampire Captain defeated one with a single sword strike, and the Chuunin could not last more than a few moves against him. The only enemy that came this time was a Jounin, and he was currently being held back by his team.
His figure was like a ghost in the darkness. Wherever he went, the enemies fell one by one. The only thing that the vampire captain was dissatisfied with was that these invading Genins and Chuunins had no other skills, but their life-saving skills were top-notch. He had encountered such a situation many times: The enemies he killed either turned into smoke with a bang, a puddle of water, a pile of yellow soil, or a wooden stake with a bang.
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