Chapter 111: Killing Methods Skyrocket

Chapter 111 The Slaughter Formula Surges

It took a full four or five minutes, working in tacit cooperation with a nearby saber-and-shield warrior who bore the brunt of the frontal assault, before Qin Feng finally found his opening. Channeling every ounce of his strength, he drove his spear straight through the narrow slit of the level-two green-skin's eye socket, ending its life.

[Killed level-two green-skin, merit points obtained: 10]

Yet, before he could catch his breath, another, far more towering figure—a level-three green-skin standing nearly five meters tall—had already locked eyes with him.

That level-three green-skin let out a sky-rending roar and strode forward, hurtling toward him like a runaway heavy truck.

Alarms blared frantically in Qin Feng’s mind.

Without a second thought, he turned and fled.

But it was too late.

The speed of that level-three green-skin far exceeded his imagination.

In just two massive strides, it was upon him. A colossal mace, fashioned from a salvaged railway track, swept through the air with a deafening, wind-shredding howl.

In utter desperation, Qin Feng could only turn to block.

Boom!

A cataclysmic crash ensued.

Qin Feng felt as though he had been struck head-on by a small meteorite.

The alloy spear in his hands instantly bent into an exaggerated arch before snapping into countless fragments.

His entire body was thrown backward like a kite with a severed string, rolling over a dozen times across the ground before finally grinding to a halt.

Every bone in his body felt as though it had been shattered.

Had it not been for his physical constitution, which already surpassed Gold III rank, this single blow alone would have been enough to leave him critically wounded on the spot.

The level-three green-skin advanced with heavy steps, preparing to deliver the final, lethal blow.

Right at that moment, a figure materialized beside Qin Feng without a sound.

It was Lin Yue.

She merely cast a cold glance at the level-three green-skin without making a move against it. Instead, she grabbed the heavily injured Qin Feng and soared into the sky, vanishing instantly above the battlefield.

...

Dozens of minutes later, inside a secure cave deep within the rear of the war zone.

Only after draining an entire bottle of restoration elixir did Qin Feng barely regain the ability to move.

Leaning against the stone wall and reflecting on the ordeal, a bitter expression surfaced on his face for the very first time.

He had initially believed that with his current strength, entering this so-called "trial ground" would allow him to kill at will and harvest merit points, if not sweep through the entire area unopposed.

But reality had dealt him a resounding slap in the face.

On these battlefields of alien races who feared not death and were superbly equipped, merely surviving for ten minutes was considered the mark of a seasoned veteran.

And this was not even a true, life-or-death racial battlefield.

Here, there were "guardians" present, absolute safe "respawn points," and abundant logistical supplies.

If this were a genuine battlefield, how much more cruel and despairing would it be?

Qin Feng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, completely crushing the last remnant of arrogance that had bred within him due to his sudden surge in strength.

His gaze returned to tranquility, but it now held a deeper layer of groundedness and resilience than before.

His goal was no longer the elusive "harvesting of merit points."

It was—

To stay alive.

To coordinate with every stranger fighting alongside him and stay alive.

In this meat grinder of flesh and blood, he would slay as many of the enemy's vital forces as possible, honing his own lethal techniques.

This was the only thing he ought to be doing right now.

Not far away, hidden in the shadows, Lin Yue took in every detail of Qin Feng’s subtle yet profoundly deep shift in mindset.

The corner of her mouth hooked into an imperceptible, admiring arc.

This kid was growing even faster than she had imagined.

"Are you recovered?"

Lin Yue’s voice drifted in from the cave entrance.

"Yes."

Qin Feng stood up, stretching his limbs until they let out a series of crisp, popping snaps.

"Since you are recovered, continue."

Lin Yue's voice was flat and unhurried, as though she were speaking of the most ordinary matter.

"Yes, Teacher."

There was not a shred of fear or retreat in Qin Feng’s eyes; it was replaced by an unprecedented calmness and focus.

Before, he had arrived with the mindset of "hunting monsters to level up," acting like a proud hunter.

Now, he viewed himself as the most ordinary soldier.

...

When Qin Feng stepped back into that artillery-blasted battlefield, his entire combat style had undergone a earth-shattering transformation.

He no longer acted like a lone wolf, attempting to isolate and duel stray green-skins as he had done before.

Instead, he actively and swiftly integrated himself into the nearest battle line formed by human warriors.

This was an assault squad temporarily assembled from seven or eight warriors. Their objective was to destroy a green-skin heavy fire position constructed of sandbags and corrugated iron sheets, three hundred meters ahead.

There, three heavy machine guns and two mortars were frantically pouring fire onto the human positions.

"Left flank! The one in the red shorts! Match my rhythm! Charge together in three seconds!"

The temporary commander of the squad, a bald, muscular man whose face was covered in scars, roared at the top of his lungs.

Qin Feng needed no direction. The exact instant the bald man gave the order, he was already in motion.

His silhouette moved like a phantom, pressing close to the ground, utilizing every bomb crater and piece of vehicle wreckage as cover to silently flank the firing position from the side.

His movements did not draw the attention of any green-skins.

"Charge!"

With the bald man’s shout, the frontal assault commenced.

Several warriors roared, charging forward against the dense hail of bullets.

The green-skins' attention was instantly drawn to the frontal battlefield.

Now was the time!

Like an arrow released from a bowstring, Qin Feng’s figure burst violently from the shadows of the flank!

The spear in his grip no longer moved with wide, sweeping strokes; instead, skewing at an impossibly subtle angle, it adopted the fluid, gliding rhythm of the Vile Bird Fist, transforming him into a predatory avian skimming the earth, blindingly swift.

Before him, the three green-skinned machine gunners had not even the chance to pivot their heavy barrels.

A sharp hiss.

Another sharp hiss.

A final sharp hiss.

Three flashes of cold radiance flickered and vanished.

The throats of the trio were pierced with unerring precision, and their massive frames crashed like felled timber to the ground.

The entire sequence unfolded with seamless, absolute velocity.

With the machine-gun nest dismantled, Qin Feng did not linger for an instant, twisting his torso as the spear darted forth like a viper’s tongue, striking directly at the two greenskins operating the mortar.

Streamer Shadow Chase.

Only after neutralising every imminent threat did he signal back to the teammates holding the main frontal assault that the path was clear.

A burly, bald veteran led his squad forward, and upon beholding the slaughtered greenskins, offered Qin Feng a silent, emphatic gesture of approval.

Qin Feng nodded briefly, offering no words, before vanishing once more into the billowing smoke of the battlefield.

Like a phantom, Qin Feng drifted through the vast expanse of the theater of war.

The comrades at his flank changed in a continuous, revolving succession.

On occasion, he encountered seasoned soldiers possessed of the same veteran instinct as the bald giant.

Between them, no spoken dialogue was required; a solitary glance, a mere hand gesture, sufficed to forge a flawless tactical harmony.

Together, they overran greenskin command posts and hunted down powerful, secondary-tier armored greenskins, that profound bond of shared mortality and mutual reliance drawing from Qin Feng the heartfelt realisation of how precious it was to fight alongside those who understood him without speech.

Yet far more frequently, he crossed paths with raw recruits who, like himself, were stepping onto a battlefield of this magnitude for the very first time.

During a coordinated assault on a tertiary-tier armored greenskin, Qin Feng and four fellow martial artists had finally managed to shatter the colossus's leg armor, severely restricting its mobility.

Seizing the fleeting window, he prepared to strike at its vulnerable joints.

However, a young martial artist tasked with providing suppressive fire from the rear grew overly confident, straying from the formation and drawing the full weight of the greenskin’s artillery, a shell crashing from above onto an abandoned war wagon right beside Qin Feng.

A thunderous roar echoed.

The violent detonation instantly hurled Qin Feng through the air.

The tertiary greenskin seized the disruption to wrench itself free, roaring as it crushed another teammate into critical condition before making a swift retreat.

Are you completely brain-dead?

Clambering up from the dirt, Qin Feng surveyed the ruined stratagem and his grievously wounded companion, his blood boiling with a wrath that erupted into a fierce curse.

The young martial artist stood paralyzed, his countenance bleached white with sheer terror.

Such occurrences were a frequent reality in this theater.

There were dependable veterans whose wordless coordination approached perfection.

And there were the conceited ones, blinded by arrogance, who failed to grasp their own limitations.

This was the unvarnished truth of warfare.

Through these repeated trials, Qin Feng’s resolve grew steadier and colder, accelerating his transformation into a true veteran.

His lethal prowess, forged in the crucible of maximum combat intensity, advanced slowly but inexorably.

The consummate mastery of the Thousand Army Spear found expression in his hands with ever-increasing ease during the fray.

He came to understand that true control was not merely a refinement of technique, but an elevation of the spirit.

To attain absolute mastery requires an immense reservoir of meticulous effort, and yet, it demands that singular spark of sudden enlightenment.

In the fleeting interludes of combat, Qin Feng pondered continually, absorbing the insights of the field.

Time dissolved rapidly amidst this ceaseless cycle of violence and contemplation.

Three days and three nights.

For seventy-two unbroken hours, Qin Feng had scarcely closed his eyes.

His body was thoroughly battered, crisscrossed with injuries of every shape and size.

His physical reserves were pushed to the absolute brink, his arms feeling as heavy as iron weights with every thrust of his weapon.

Mental exhaustion crashed over his consciousness like an incoming tide.

After executing another arduous kill against a secondary-tier greenskin, a profound lethargy and weakness washed through him.

He knew he had reached his absolute limit.

Instructor, requesting extraction.

He sent the transmission through the internal channel.

The moment the words left his lips, a figure materialized beside him without a sound.

Lin Yue gripped him by the shoulder, launching into the sky to board the transport craft, swiftly leaving the war zone far behind.

...

This chapter is concluded.