Permanent Martial Arts

As the martial artists charged, the dire beasts on the other side also went completely berserk. Countless dire beasts formed a horde and charged over in a frenzy. Ordinary firearms were useless against these dire beasts, for their defenses were just too strong.

Only martial artists, utilizing raw strength, could kill them in life-or-death combat.

On the battlefield, individual strength seemed rather insignificant. Lin Feng was among the crowd of martial artists. He saw with his own eyes that the first professional Grade Nine martial artist who charged forward was instantly sent flying by a Proboscis Beast.

Many martial artists were killed by dire beasts at the first moment of confrontation, and even their corpses were devoured. The smell of blood rose into the sky, thick to the extreme.

This was the battlefield. It was far more harrowing than when Lin Feng was sweeping through the Dragon Mountain region.

After the first round of charging, both sides began killing. The overall strength of human martial artists was much stronger, but there were many dire beasts. Thus, the battlefield was immediately in a stalemate now. At this juncture, those stronger martial artists could showcase their prowess.
The leader of Lin Feng’s platoon, Tyrant Saber, was rather strong and could deal with elite dire beasts alone. However, there were countless elite dire beasts on the battlefield. Hence, Tyrant Saber could barely protect himself and struggled as he fought.

The strongest person of Battalion Thirteen was a martial artist who used a short saber. He was ranked 16th on the merit rankings, and his power was not bad. The elite dire beasts could not even last a single round before him. He cut through them like a knife through hot butter, killing countless dire
beasts in a short period of time.

Platoon Nine was not very strong, and they were charging at the forefront. Hence, after a round of attacks, they were surrounded by dire beasts and were in a predicament. The leader Tyrant Saber was the strongest, but he could only protect himself, and could not spare the effort to protect others despite
wanting to.

“Qiangzi, be careful.”
“Turnip-head, watch your back.”

However, Tyrant Saber was kind despite his aloof demeanor. Even though he could barely protect himself, he was still doing his best to help the members of Platoon Nine.

suddenly, Tyrant Saber saw a motionless figure in the crowd.

“Lin Feng? Was he scared stiff?”

this was a new member, who seemed to be stunned from fear as soon as he entered the battlefield. This made him a little angry, but

to my side

but Lin Feng

Boom.

There were no powerful martial artists

“Lin Feng, be careful!”

lords were very savage, and not the average dire beast lords. Even if he went up, he would definitely not be their match. Moreover, Tyrant

matter what, Lin Feng was from Platoon Nine, and a member of Tyrant Blade’s platoon, yet he could only watch helplessly as Lin

Swish.

who was motionless a moment ago, suddenly turned around and drew his saber, turning

Swish.

were sliced by the white light, and they collapsed onto the ground like small mountains. Their corpses

Even Tyrant Saber, who was worried about Lin Feng

about him alone, even if a few more people came, they might not be able to hold off these two dire

beast lords with a

no intention of retracting his saber the moment it was unsheathed. The Lightning

and with the addition of Lin Feng’s powerful

Swish! Swish! Swish!

ordinary dire beasts or elite dire beasts, even dire beast lords

stunned. He did not expect his platoon member to be so ferocious. If Lin Feng wanted to take his

‘Tyrant Saber smiled weakly and shook his head. Even though he felt a little bitter, this was the decisive battle. He had to fight