Just as I was quietly waiting for the start of the next battle, Kusarado suddenly smiled slyly and said to me with a gloomy face: "I have to admit that you are indeed difficult to deal with, but..."

  "After keeping you in suspense for a moment, Kusadore continued: 'I've been drifting outside for two months now, I'm really tired, so... I don't plan on dragging this out with you!'"

  "Brothers, get your gear! Let's take down this ignorant little punk together!"

  As Kusa's loud roar echoed, the seven guys behind him walked over with evil grins, pulling out their weapons as they approached. Seeing this scene, my face suddenly darkened, and I subconsciously licked the corner of my mouth... it seemed like today was going to be another bloody day.

  Since he came down from the battlefield, he hasn't had a big killing spree for a long time. Even when rushing back to report the news to save the dwarves, it was mostly persuasion, and not many people were actually killed. The first wave of thieves they encountered even spared a life.

  Now, the bloodthirsty feeling that has been accumulating for a long time is surging up again. I now have only one thought: kill! Kill with relish! Kill with abandon!

  Roar!

  With a long, mournful howl to the heavens, I was thoroughly boiling over. Perhaps for others, being besieged would be fatal, but for me it was just the opposite - I could rely on each killing spree to continuously absorb physical strength!

  Moreover... group battles are my specialty, and for me, having more people is not a disadvantage, but rather an advantage. I'm too good at fighting in groups. Three years of battlefield training have given me plenty of experience with siege warfare.

  For me, having many people is not a disadvantage, but rather an advantage. I can fully utilize the positions and stances between them, even their attacks to dismantle my enemies. I will become a ghost among them, and everyone will find that I can easily focus all my attacks on him, while his attacks will be hindered by his companions, or even threatened!

  However, unlike the battlefield, although there are fewer people here, they all possess high-level warrior skills, not like on the battlefield where most are just novice warriors. However... heh heh... I'm different from before now, so... the situation may not be unfavorable for me!

  In the past, I relied on the mysterious energy within me to sustain battles, but now it's different. I have an additional attacking tool - the Silver Wolf Claw!

  I cackled wickedly, extending my right hand holding the knife, and muttered: "Old Silver Kid! Brother is going to use your power again, lend me your claws for a bit!"

  Huh?

  From my expression and movements, everyone knows I'm reciting an incantation, but... this... what kind of incantation is this?! Are you kidding me?!

  Looking at their surprised expressions, I secretly laughed in my heart. The relationship between me and Yinmo doesn't need any incantations to borrow his power, I'm just being cool for fun. Actually... I only need to notify Old Wolf once and he will naturally lend me the power. If I insist on reciting it, then this incantation is entirely up to me!

  As my incantation was spoken, the hand that held the knife began to be covered in a swift silver hue, and rapidly grew thicker and longer. At the same time... the muscles on my arm bulged out in anger, bursting through my sleeves, and suddenly... those already menacing muscles became even more terrifying!

  As I watched my clothes being torn to shreds by the air blast emitted from my right arm, I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. Alas... it seems this skill is better used sparingly, one use and it ruins a set of clothes. I'm not wealthy now, if I keep this up, I'll be penniless soon.

  Hoo! Hoo!

  With a wicked laugh, I swung the Evil God Slayer in my hand. With the powerful Silver Wolf Arm, I only needed to use my true energy for movement, and left all attacks to it!

  Whoosh!

  With a mighty swing of the sword, the blood-red blade flashed through the air. I sneered at my opponents and said, "Since you want to gang up on me, then come on! Let me kill each and every one of you..."

  The other side almost simultaneously launched a fierce battle, they could hear that the last sentence "Let me kill you one by one" was full of endless bloodiness, and with just this one sentence, their arrogance suddenly collapsed.

  At this scene, Kusa Dada was suddenly shocked all over his body. He realized that his decision was a bit foolish. The opponent's momentum was very strange. Even if he himself had to exert his full strength to barely avoid being threatened by the killing aura. Think... how would those high-level warriors face the opponent! I'm afraid, not even a mid-level warrior's level can be played out!

  Taking a deep breath, Kusadorda decided to go all out. The opponent was just at the level of a lower-ranking sword master, and as long as his companions could distract him for a moment, he would have ample time to settle the battle in one fell swoop.

  Kusa nodded violently and growled in a low voice, "Don't be intimidated by him, he's just a little brat, what can he do? Let's go!"

  With the encouragement of Kusa Dora, everyone got excited and moved towards Ron Mopu. Indeed... they had all been through great storms, how could they be afraid of a little kid? With so many people present, if this were to spread out, one would lose face in front of others.

  On the other hand, looking at the chaotic and disorganized enemy charge, my disdain reached its peak. Their charge was not even as good as that of the worst soldier, without any formation to speak of, how could they produce a strong impact! Not only that, but it's also very easy for them to be scattered by the enemy, causing an unsmooth attack.

  I fixed my gaze on Kusaruda, I knew what he was thinking. He actually wanted to rely on someone else's involvement to create a one-hit kill opportunity for himself.

  Evil laughter, I secretly shake my head. Soon Kusa Dada will find out how naive and ridiculous his thoughts are. He'll discover that his companions will only hinder him and won't create any opportunities for him!

  The next moment... I sprang into action at full speed, my body leaping up and kicking off the wall of a nearby house at an angle, shooting me like a cannonball into the enemy's position on the opposite side of the courtyard.

  Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang......

  In the midst of a string of lotus lanterns, one after another, warriors fell under my blade and turned into fluttering black ash, for a moment, the entire street seemed to be shrouded in a dark rain.

  My strength was already a notch higher than theirs, having reached the level of a lower-ranked swordsman. With the help of my swift Silver Arm and the killing intent and resentment emanating from Evil God Slash, they should be grateful to even make an attacking move.

  However... the greatest contributor among them is still Silver Wolf Arm. The first time I used Silver Wolf Arm to wield a knife, I found its speed was too abnormal. In my hand, it seemed like there was an extremely large red blood fan that kept flapping and swinging around my body. Wherever it passed, no one could block the trajectory of the blood fan!

  Kusa's discovery was that no matter how hard he tried, there would always be a teammate getting in the way between him and Leng Mo. Even if he ruthlessly killed his own teammate, he himself would not have the strength to continue killing Leng Mo!

  The most despicable thing is that the opponent actually left a teammate behind, no matter how I moved, he could always find his position the fastest, and there was always a teammate blocking between us.

  Finally... unable to bear it any longer, Kusa Dora charged forward fiercely. Under the uncomprehending gaze of his teammates, with one sword strike he split that damned guy in two - didn't he know to dodge?!

  Wow!

  The audience erupted into a chorus of gasps. In this world, there were many who fought and killed, but... they had never seen anyone kill their own teammate before.

  In this world, killing one's own comrade is the most despised by others, because a comrade is the closest person in this world. On the battlefield, only your comrades can protect you and use their bodies to block knives for you. Killing a comrade is destined to be viewed as an enemy by everyone, which is similar to committing the crime of killing one's own biological parents on earth.

  As the opponent killed his own teammate, I suddenly stopped my body and stared at Kusaroda with bloodshot eyes. Although I had killed more of his teammates, our positions were different - his teammates were my enemies, killing them was just a rule of this world.

  But... he killed, that's not right, it's a huge insult to teammates, to comrades, I'm furious, truly furious, and in my fury, I exploded again!

  Red, yellow, blue and green, they all blocked countless open and secret attacks for me, comrades! What a sacred word! But... this guy actually... actually killed him just like that! Unforgivable... really unforgivable!

  Roar!

  With a loud roar, I completely exploded in anger, losing all reason. At this moment... I no longer cared about the gap between our strengths, I wanted to tear him apart, rip him to shreds!

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