Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The cries for murder and all sorts of sounds of weapons clashing against each other rose frequently in the forest and mingled together. The sound waves shocked and scared away countless birds. The sounds even rushed up to the sky, and the situation was similar to a battlefield right then!
Occasionally, someone would be able to see hundreds of Beautiful Robes Faction members chasing after a dozen Class One Hall members out of the forest. Every single person’s body was covered in wounds. While they were on the way, someone would occasionally be hit and fall to the ground, but that did not deter the Beautiful Robes Faction members.
Instead, they became even more enraged and filled with violence as they pounced on the enemy that was stronger than the entire group in terms of armor and skills. Their young faces were filled with savagery and unyielding determination, causing the Class One Hall members who kept executing all sorts of skills to feel frightened and enraged.
When they charged forward to kill, at least fifty people had died in their hands while only eight had fallen on their side. This horrifyingly large difference in the number of deaths would have caused a normal sect to not be able to bear the results and would have made them return to the city or town to stop fighting.
However, the young boys and girls who had pretty good skills just kept chasing after them through the forest. Each fighting circle had its own manpower that could bring them the advantage in their fight, and with the viciousness of sacrificing a large number of their own people to kill anyone from Class One Hall, the people of Class One Hall who had come over with great confidence that they could win easily started to feel alarmed and uneasy.
Even though they had absolute skill advantage, they were surrounded and attacked by a group of people, and their body fortifications just kept on weakening. Their qi was being drained at an incredibly shocking pace. Normal medicinal pills could no longer allow them to remain in their best condition.
There were a few people with Dew Pills, but they were not in a much better position. At most, they could last one or two more rounds of attacks compared to their companions.
“Damn it!”
“Do they think that we’re scared?!”
“Even if we die, we’ll have all of Beautiful Robes Faction die with us! Kill them!”
The streak of tigers was bitten by a pack of wolves. Their true qi was rapidly being drained, but they did not have the chance to replenish it. In their anger at that, they decided to turn around and cut down the Beautiful Robes Faction members that were closest to them.
When a group of Mystical Realm players launched their explosive counterattack, it was very terrifying!
Once the fierce momentum of Class One Hall surged up, seven Beautiful Robes Faction members were immediately approached by what looked like shadows and cut down.
Butt Shaker was one of the leaders of Beautiful Robes Faction in the crowd.
Right then, he led the attacks right at the front while being covered by his companions.
He was already injured, and to try his best to reduce the death count on his side, he had to keep on using Dew Pills to continuously heal his injuries and replenish his qi. Only this way could he manage to remain on the frontlines.
He was the first to face the brunt of the attack from a dozen Class One Hall members launching their counterattack. He felt pain in his abdomen from two sabers that had come slicing at him from his sides.
“DIE!”
Class One Hall elites had actually been paying attention to the fatty who had stunning defenses and astonishing tenacity. When they launched their explosive counterattack, there were actually three people who attacked him at the same time. In their eyes, as long as they got rid of him, the other students would lose a powerful vanguard, and their battle prowess would be largely reduced.
When Butt Shaker reacted to the situation, two aggressive saber glares had already appeared in front of him.
“Get lost.”
During that critical moment, a figure suddenly rushed over to his side. It did not care about the pain of the weapons hitting it and just knocked away the two sabers like a cannonball. The man also knocked down the owners of the two weapons.
“Bastard!”
When they saw that their efforts were in vain, Class One Hall members flew into a rage and swung their weapons at the bloody person.
“Rascal!”
When Butt Shaker turned his head around, he was just in time to see a blood-drenched NotaRascal having his chest pierced through by two sabers. A heavy weight and sadness filled his heart.
“Damn you!”
Butt Shaker gnashed his teeth together.
Without much thought, he pounced on the two people who had attacked him. With a punch and a kick, he struck the two people into stumbling back with Angry Arhat Sleeps [1].
The people behind Butt Shaker pounced on them angrily as well. Eight people rushed up and surrounded the two people who lost their balance before cutting them down.
But NotaRascal could no longer be saved.
He coughed up blood and grinned with his bloody teeth at Buttshaker and his faction members.
“Hehe… Two for the price of one… It’s worth it!”
His head lolled to the side then.
“Didn’t I tell you to recuperate at the back, you…” Butt Shaker fell to the ground once his qi was depleted. He held NotaRascal’s cold corpse with a face that was a mix of blood and tears.
“Those bastards! KILL THEM ALL!” he roared hysterically.
NotaRascal’s act of sacrificing himself to save one of their own greatly upset the members of Beautiful Robes Faction. They did not even need Bum to give them an order before taking the initiative to rush at the few people who had been lucky enough to survive earlier.
Some of them even attacked the corpses a few times, because they had not finished venting all their rage.
When they attacked without caring about their own losses, the faces of the few remaining Class One Hall members turned pale. Their body fortifications were quickly destroyed, and they were cut so many times that they soon became drenched in blood.
When they faced the Beautiful Robes Faction who did not fear death and fought with their lives on the line, the last few remaining people broke down and completely lost their fighting spirit.
“Kill them!”
“Surround them! Don’t let those bastards run!”
In the distance were countless players who heard about the news and came over. It was the first time they had seen such a horrifying and violent battle. They felt chills go down their spines, and cold sweat broke out on their backs against their will.
A pack of wolves had murdered a fierce tiger.
Similar scenes continuously appeared in the forest and its borders.
During the battle, the Class One Hall members gradually gained an understanding toward something, and when they discovered it, they were filled with anguish.
The fighting spirit and determination of the students was much firmer and stronger than any of the sects they had faced in the past. When their friends died during the battle, the students grew angry, and their hearts filled with hatred. When even more of their friends died, they did not become fearful either.
Instead, their fighting spirit grew even more frenzied. Their desire for victory and glory was unlike that of a normal sect, whose members would flee once their leaders died. As long as the students had a person beside them, their fighting spirit would never perish!
As long as they did not die, they would not stop fighting!
The people beside them were their companions, their comrades-in-arms, their classmates they mingled around with all day long, their dormmates, and their friends.
They grew up together, laughed together, and were in pain together. They knew just how diligently each person worked, and they knew about the punishment of death and its effects. Every single time a person died, they would feel pain, and it would be etched deeply into their hearts.
Besides, even if someone was afraid right then, they would not show it.
It was the case for one person, and it was the case for one thousand others.
Their dignity turned into a fighting spirit that allowed them to fling caution to the wind.
As Class One Hall continued to provoke and stimulate them, all Beautiful Robes Faction members forgot to retreat. The true meaning of fighting while cutting off any means of retreat was displayed by the Beautiful Robes Faction members.
When the last enemy near them died, they would search for traces of their next target like a pack of wounded wolves searching for their next prey.
They won…
When they looked at the corpses of more than two hundred Class One Hall members on the ground, an indescribable pride rose in their hearts, and it also motivated all the Beautiful Robes Faction members, giving them another boost to their courage.
“Search for them! Don’t let a single one of them escape!”
Countless people spread out through the forest on their own in search for any enemies who might have survived.
Class One Hall completely broke down.
Four hundred people had went up against four thousand and lost.
The students from Beautiful Robes Faction had come in a never-ending stream to provide reinforcements, while since the start, Chief Promise Clouds and the twenty-five powerful elites that should have served as spiritual support had not showed up.
It went from fighting alone against seven to fighting alone against ten, then twenty, then thirty…
The final dozen powerful players were forced into the middle of the forest from every direction. They were drenched in blood, and their movements gradually became numb. When they looked around, they saw that at some point in time, the forest had filled up with a black mass of Beautiful Robes Faction members. They were on the ground and the trees. Their gazes were cold and brutal, and they formed a net of death that brought despair.
