Chapter 295 - 204: A Brutal Battle

Chapter 295: Chapter 204: A Brutal Battle

This was the first time the Salted Fish Assault Team had encountered such a troublesome reconnaissance-type Martial Artist. Normally, Ling Hu’s perception range was a full twenty kilometers. The closer someone got, the easier they were to detect, especially within the ten-kilometer danger zone.

It was completely unexpected that Lone Wolf had managed to evade Ling Hu’s senses within this range.

Yu Fei searched carefully, and suddenly a petite girl caught his attention. Even while moving at high speed, she maintained the hand seals she was forming and was tightly guarded.

It wasn’t just her; several similar Martial Artists were being guarded on all sides by a group of armored Martial Artists.

’You’re the ones.’

While running, Yu Fei came to a sudden halt. His crosshairs settled steadily on Ling Hu’s head. With the group moving so quickly, their protective formation wasn’t as tight.

This time, he’d added something extra to the bullet, imbuing it with the property of Spatial Penetration.

BOOM... BOOM...

The sudden muzzle flash made Kang Ming tense up. He immediately roared into the psychic network, "Feng Hua! Defend—!"

Feng Hua had spotted the danger at once. White Qi Jin erupted from her body as she frantically swung her rapier, barely managing to shatter two of the bullets. However, three still sped toward Ling Hu’s position.

Support-type Martial Artists naturally had sharp senses. The moment Yu Fei fired, Ling Hu felt a piercing premonition of danger, and the threat of death flooded her mind, but it was too late for her to react.

She was the Salted Fish Assault Team’s best support-type Martial Artist, but her training had been too brief. She hadn’t yet shored up her weaknesses, and her combat strength was relatively low.

The moment Kang Ming saw the muzzle flash, he had swiftly raised his hand to form a blade shield, positioning it directly in the bullets’ path.

’I made it...’

Kang Ming felt a wave of relief. He had no time to wonder how the enemy had caught up; the most important thing now was to protect Ling Hu. Without their chief support, the team’s perception range would drop to about ten kilometers. As for everyone else, they would have to fend for themselves.

The instant the bullets touched the blade shield, their Spatial Penetration property activated. They ignored his block and struck Ling Hu without losing any speed.

Kang Ming was still reveling in the joy of his successful block when a sudden scream came from behind him. At the same time he had deployed his blade shield, a green wave had materialized in front of Ling Hu. It intercepted one of the bullets, but the sheer impact still slammed into her.

"Aargh..."

Kang Ming whipped his head around, only to see Ling Hu fall heavily like a bird with a broken wing, collapsing to the side along with two other support Martial Artists.

"How? I know I blocked it..."

Kang Ming looked devastated. He had definitely been in front of the bullets; of that, he was absolutely certain.

"This is impossible!"

Feng Hua turned to look and saw Ling Hu lying on the ground, her face covered in dust and streaked with blood. She looked as if she were really dead.

"You bastard! Die!"

At that moment, Feng Hua was seething with uncontrollable rage. Of the Salted Fish Assault Team’s forty-five members, twenty had already fallen to Yu Fei. Several of the team’s core members—Chi Yu, Hengji, and Ling Hu—were all down.

Over the past year, they had fought side-by-side on front lines across countless battlefields, forging deep bonds of camaraderie. How could she tolerate watching her brothers and sisters-in-arms fall one by one to Yu Fei’s gun!

’You bullshit reconnaissance type, just fucking die!’

Silver Qi Jin exploded from Feng Hua’s body as she shot toward Yu Fei like a bolt of lightning, her presence even more imposing than Hengji’s.

Kang Ming’s agonized, shrill voice rang out through the psychic network, "Full team, sprint—!"

Without Ling Hu, he was forced to maintain the psychic network himself. His perceptive abilities, however, were specialized for command and coordination, making his sensory range a weak point. He could only hope that Feng Hua could defeat Lone Wolf.

Feng Hua’s sword strike was too fast and too sharp; Yu Fei didn’t even have time to put down Soul-Devourer and draw Name-Severer.

Striking in a blind rage, she finally got a clear look at his face. Her extreme hatred made her ignore his handsome features, seeing only something utterly detestable.

She thrust her sword, but no green wave appeared to block it. For a split second, Feng Hua didn’t care whether the Green Emperor had failed to act in time. Following her instinct, she drove her sword toward Yu Fei’s head, only to see the figure before her dissolve into motes of light!

Feng Hua instantly remembered Kang Ming’s words: Lone Wolf possessed a decoy and could swap his position with it!

"Damn it!"

Whipping her longsword around, her body moving like a swimming dragon, Feng Hua immediately slashed toward the location her senses told her was abnormal.

Her perceptive abilities were more suited for close-quarters combat within a small area. Yu Fei’s stealth was indeed formidable, but Feng Hua could still sense the anomaly.

Flashes from her sword scarred the earth. As Feng Hua watched the third glimmer of light shatter and disappear, she once again lost all trace of Yu Fei.

Her chest heaving, she shouted furiously at her surroundings.

"Come out! Fight me fair and square! What kind of pathetic skill is hiding and sneaking around!"

Feng Hua stood with her sword drawn, looking around, lost. In the vast darkness of the night, it felt as if she were fighting an invisible, untouchable specter.

Suddenly, she saw the back of a figure in a golden robe appear in the distance. Emblazoned on it were several wild, arrogant characters for "Kill." Just as Feng Hua was about to charge, she saw a sight that sent a chill down her spine.

The figure’s head abruptly swiveled around from its left side to face her directly. Then, it tilted down, becoming almost perpendicular to its body.

This was absolutely not a movement a living person could make. Her pupils contracted sharply. The Inner Qi surging through her body screeched to a halt, and the step she had just started to take became as heavy as lead. She couldn’t help but swallow hard.

She was certain the body hadn’t turned at all—only the head.

Feng Hua’s hair stood on end. Just as she was about to ask if the figure was a man or a ghost, she saw another sight that sent a shiver down her spine.

The figure’s tilted head suddenly snapped up and continued to turn to the right, returning to its forward-facing position. If she remembered correctly, its head had already turned from the left to face her. ’It can turn to the right *again* to go back?’