Volume One, Chapter Seven: Surging Battle Spirit

The sounds of their slaughter echoed in his ears.

Cao Peng took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a smoke ring.

“Kid, scared?”

“No,” Lu Jing replied indifferently. He was already all too familiar with scenes like this from his past life.

“Hah, you gotta talk big to survive.”

Cao Peng clearly didn’t believe him.

Lu Jing didn’t argue; the truth of the day would soon reveal itself.

“Captain, be careful, a level-five Frenzied Blood Wolf is approaching.”

“Understood.”

Zhao Yuxuan’s cold voice came through.

Upon hearing this, Cao Peng’s expression tightened noticeably.

But Lu Jing remained unfazed, well aware of Zhao Yuxuan’s strength—immense, almost unnatural.

Not long after, Zhao Yuxuan reported, “Level-five Frenzied Blood Wolf eliminated.”

“Captain, you’re incredible.”

“Captain’s unstoppable.”

“Captain, don’t forget to loot the demon crystals.”

Lin Xin, the squad’s quartermaster, gasped for breath as he tossed out an energy orb, reminding them.

A smile tugged at Lu Jing’s lips—the squad’s morale was excellent. This truly was the top team of Martial City.

Before the smile could fade,

“Old Cao, Lu Jing, a group of level-two demon beasts is heading your way. Engage.”

“Got it.”

In that instant, Lu Jing felt the blood inside him begin to boil.

That long-lost sensation stirred him, excitement rising.

It was the surge of battle intent, the pulse of blood yearning for combat.

“One each side, I’ll take the left.”

Without hesitation, Lu Jing drew his blade and charged at the beasts.

“Damn, this guy’s reckless,” Cao Peng muttered, hastily readying his gun.

A roar—

The closer he got, the louder the beasts’ howls became, their sharp claws reaching out to him.

But Lu Jing’s spirit eyes had opened; his movements were swift, dodging attacks while streaks of blade light flashed—one demon beast after another fell lifeless.

With his spirit eyes enhancing his perception, he could clearly see every move the beasts made.

His swordplay shifted rapidly: the first stroke was a draw-cut, fierce and sharp; the next transformed into a spinning crescent style, unpredictable and elusive; then a third called the “Cloud Break,” suddenly striking with a surprising lethal blow.

Stroke after stroke, he used the enemy’s force against them, his swordplay like a roaring tide, growing fiercer and unstoppable.

“Damn, he’s that fierce?”

Cao Peng, watching the terrifying display of “kill anything that blocks the way,” finally understood why the captain recruited him.

“Bang—”

Sometimes, people are easily humbled.

No sooner had Cao Peng finished praising him than Lu Jing was slammed backward by a demon beast.

“Hiss…”

A burning pain flared in Lu Jing’s chest.

His chest was struck by a snake’s tail; fortunately, his battle armor took the brunt, or he’d have been seriously injured.

Looks like he needed to train harder; his body lagged behind his eyes.

Lu Jing quickly scrambled up and cautiously eyed his opponent—a level-two Eight-Direction Thunder Rock Snake.

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