Chapter 110: Cruel Battlefield, Greenskin Boss!

Chapter 110: Cruel Battlefield, Greenskin Boss!

Having selected the area, Lin Yue turned around and looked at Qin Feng.

"Behind this martial arts chamber, there is a dedicated single-person drop pod. Shortly, we will enter it together, and the system will automatically deploy us to the area we just selected."

Her expression grew serious.

"Qin Feng, you must remember. From the moment we enter the battlefield, I am your 'Guardian.' I will stay close to you, but ordinarily, I will not interfere in any of your battles. I will only act to save you when you face a certain death situation, on the brink of life and death."

"When you feel that your physical strength and mental energy are too depleted, with less than twenty percent remaining, you can request a return through our internal channel at any time. I will immediately take you to evacuate and return to this space fortress for rest."

"Of course, if there is any emergency, we can also choose to return directly to the school."

"This mission has no fixed end time, but our usage permission here is one year. That means you can conduct up to a year of the highest-intensity practical training here."

"Understood?"

"Understood, teacher."

In Qin Feng's eyes, an unprecedented blazing light ignited.

This was the battle he craved!

This was the stage that would allow him to grow stronger at the fastest speed!

More importantly, this place had what he urgently needed most—merit points!

The potential of his physique, like that of an embryonic star-beast, consumed resources at an astonishing rate.

In just three days, he had exhausted a high-grade psionic potion worth half a million.

The remaining resources would not last much longer.

He desperately needed a massive amount of merit points to exchange for more cultivation resources!

"Good."

Lin Yue saw the hunger in his eyes and nodded. "Then let's go."

The two walked one after the other into the deployment area behind the martial arts chamber.

A drop pod, full of sci-fi aesthetics, like a metal egg, sat quietly there.

The hatch opened, and they stepped inside.

The interior was spacious, with dozens of fixed seats and some life-support systems.

As they sat down and the hatch closed, a strong sense of acceleration pressed them into their seats.

The entire pod, like a projectile fired from an electromagnetic railgun, instantly accelerated, leaving the space fortress's docking bay, turning into a burning meteor, trailing a long tail of flame, plunging straight toward the massive, ochre-yellow planet below!

Through the pitch-black void of space, into the scorching fire clouds created by friction with the atmosphere, finally breaking through the clouds, the scene below grew clearer and clearer.

"Boom—rumble—"

Minutes later, with a violent tremor and roar, the pod landed steadily on the ground.

Before the hatch even opened, deafening shouts of battle, roars, and the dense thunder of gunfire and cannons poured in madly through the thick alloy hull.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Countless bullets, like raindrops, struck the pod's shell, producing a series of dull, rapid impacts.

Clearly, their "airdrop" had immediately attracted a "warm welcome" from the nearby greenskins.

"Oh, and I almost forgot to remind you of something."

At this tense moment, Lin Yue suddenly turned her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

"The rules only forbid us martial artists from using power armor and psionic weapons. But those greenskin orcs—they use these things. What you're about to face is a battlefield filled with hails of bullets, roaring artillery, rampaging war vehicles, and even orcs wearing 'I think it works' armor."

"So, be careful. Don't get your head blown off by a stray bullet from who knows where the moment you step out."

"When you're ready, open the door yourself."

Qin Feng was taken aback.

He really hadn't thought about that.

Taking a deep breath, he cast aside all distractions, his gaze becoming intensely focused.

He tightened his grip on the alloy spear in his hand, stepped forward, and pressed the button beside the hatch to open it.

"Boom—rumble—"

The heavy hatch slid slowly to both sides.

The moment a crack appeared, a deadly rain of countless metal projectiles, enough to shred steel, poured in madly!

But Qin Feng's reaction was faster than the rain of bullets!

His mind was hyper-focused; he activated [Wandering Dragon Body Art] and slipped out from behind the hatch.

The spear in his hand whirled into an impenetrable silver wheel of light!

[Thousand Troops Guard]!

At the perfected level of his spear technique, it displayed unparalleled defensive power.

That spear, in his hands, seemed to become an absolute barrier, impenetrable even to water!

"Clang-clang-clang-clang!"

A series of crisp sounds, like rain beating on banana leaves.

All the bullets were precisely deflected and knocked away, not even touching a corner of his clothes.

"Shwa—!"

At that moment, a burly figure leaped out from a trench beside Qin Feng.

It was a martial artist, a bearded man wielding a giant axe.

He let out a sky-shaking roar, and the giant axe in his hand traced a brutal arc, cleaving four or five greenskin boyz who were firing their guns wildly at the hatch—along with their weapons—into two halves!

Green blood and shattered entrails instantly splattered across the ground.

After doing this, the martial artist turned back to Qin Feng, raised an eyebrow, and grinned.

"Brother, just out of the pod, watch yourself!"

"Follow me!"

With those words, without a pause, he roared again and charged like a tiger into a flock of sheep toward another wave of greenskins.

Seizing this precious moment, Qin Feng quickly scanned his surroundings.

The scene before him shook even his heart, which had long been as hard as stone.

It was a typical, vast plain landscape.

On the scorched black earth, burning wreckage of war vehicles and huge craters were everywhere.

The air was thick with a pungent mix of gunpowder smoke, blood, and ozone.

Not far away were several greenskin tribes, built from scrap metal and giant beast bones, exuding a rough, brutal style.

Countless martial artists and several times as many greenskins were locked in a frenzied melee.

The lowest-ranking greenskin boyz were generally about two meters tall, with signature green skin, bulging muscles, and carrying all sorts of bizarre-looking guns—clearly cobbled together from junk, "I think it works" creations—shouting "Waaagh!" as they poured out firepower madly.

Among them were also some "I Think" war wagons cobbled together from massive metal rollers and crude armor plates, their heavy machine guns spitting deadly tongues of fire.

And even more advanced than these were the greenskins with a life-force index of Level Two.

They stood over three meters tall on average, clad in thick, similarly scrap-style "I Think" battle armor. Some carried crude cannons, while others wielded massive chainswords forged from tank treads.

Farther off, Qin Feng even spotted a few towering figures nearly five meters in height, like moving fortresses!

Their armor was thicker and more menacing, with enormous totem banners strapped to their backs. Every step they took made the ground tremble slightly.

Those were the Level Three greenskins, with a life-force index above 20.0!

The entire battlefield was a massive, efficient meat grinder.

Every second, greenskins fell with howls of agony, torn to shreds by the warriors' blades.

Every second, warriors were struck by dense webs of gunfire or crushed beneath giant war wagons.

But in the distant sky, Qin Feng could see many high-level warriors like Lin Yue, hovering silently.

They were the "Guardians," who would intervene and rescue a trial-taker the moment they were about to die.

Thus, the actual death rate among the warriors was extremely low.

Yet that did nothing to lessen the brutality of the battlefield.

The earth-shaking cries of battle, the savage roars, the piercing gunfire and explosions... all of it interwove, instantly igniting the battle fervor in Qin Feng's bones.

He hesitated no longer. Gripping his spear tightly, he shot forward like an arrow from a bowstring, plunging into that battlefield of blood and fire!

The *Thousand-Army Spear* was, after all, a technique born from the slaughter of countless armies on the field.

Now, in this true battlefield, Qin Feng felt as if he had found his element.

The spear in his hand sometimes struck like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair, precisely picking off the greenskins with guns that posed the greatest threat to him; at other times, it swept like an iron wall across a river, forming a temporary line with unfamiliar warriors beside him to hold back the greenskin charges.

He needed no words—a glance, a gesture, and his comrades understood his intent.

This kind of tacit understanding forged between life and death was far more efficient than any tactical arrangement.

Yet when he finally faced the armored Level Two greenskins, harsh reality dealt him a heavy blow.

He targeted a Level Two greenskin carrying a cannon. With a burst of speed, his spear turned into a streak of light, thrusting straight at its face!

[Flowing Light Chasing Shadow]!

"Clang!"

A crisp sound.

His spear tip only left a shallow white mark on the crude faceplate before being deflected by the immense recoil!

"Waaagh!"

The Level Two greenskin was enraged. It bellowed, dropped the cannon from its shoulder, and drew a massive cleaver made from an engine casing, swinging it down at Qin Feng's head!

Qin Feng had no choice but to dodge awkwardly, then use his spear's reach to circle around it.

He realized that the armor forged by these greenskin meks with their "I Think" power was far tougher than he had imagined.

He had to strike the same spot continuously and precisely to have any hope of breaking through its defense.

And all the while, he had to stay vigilant against stray shots from all directions, shells flying from who knows where, and other greenskins' ambushes.

The battle was excruciatingly hard.

(End of chapter)