Barrett Walker has been lurking in the shadows, observing the chaos here. There were too many wolves, but he did not stoop to taking advantage. Instead, he helped to clean up the mess, wielding his black gun.
Barrett Walker turned his gaze towards the mecha academy, watching as the girls clumsily manipulated the mechas. For some reason, he felt a sense of urgency for them. Suddenly, a sand wolf leaped high into the air. It was clearly the leader of its pack, much larger than the rest, almost the size of a calf. With a single swipe, it broke the arm of a mecha, then pounced on Alice's vehicle. Its strength was astonishing, knocking it to the ground and unleashing a terrifying roar. With teeth bared, it lunged to bite through the most heavily wired part of the mecha - the throat.
Bang! Alice was completely immobilized inside the mecha, as if trapped in a small cage. Looking through the glass at the ferocious wolf, she felt a hint of bitterness. But in the next moment, the ferocious beast exploded into a mess, scattered like a rotten tomato. After her initial astonishment came nausea. She pushed the wolf's carcass away with her mecha, then stood up in a panic, watching as the sand wolves around them were shot in the head, bullets penetrating their eyes and exploding their brains - a sickening sight.
"Who has such marksmanship? Who could be so ruthless, using dum-dum bullets!" Alice confirmed that the other team members were unharmed, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Suddenly, shots rang out. It was the students from the War God Academy who had rushed to the scene upon hearing the news, including those who had returned from the hospital to seek revenge. However, the most fierce were the combat experts, each wielding two Bowie knives, swiftly decapitating the wolves. Facing such a resolute onslaught, the wolves soon realized their defeat and began to flee. Some of the students, tired from the battle, sat on the wolf carcasses to rest, while others gave chase.
At this point, Barrett Walker's ranking had risen to second place, not because he had killed fewer wolves, but because the system had increased its discount on him. Killing these sand wolves was just too easy for him.
"Ugh! It's meaningless to be in second place!" Barrett Walker frowned, regretting that he couldn't engage in close combat due to his tendency to faint from blood loss.
"But it's also pointless to just keep dragging this out." Barrett Walker tossed his gun aside, having practiced his marksmanship enough. To make a breakthrough, he needed an opportunity. "It's time to train my close combat skills and overcome my fainting spells!"
Barrett Walker walked over to a pile of discarded items and casually picked up two Kukri knives. To force himself, he didn't even pick up a gun, quickly heading towards the white-backed wolf king.
The whole Cloud Dream Marsh was most lively in this part of the map. At this moment, the various factions had temporarily ceased hostilities, all aiming their guns at the sand wolves. The leaders of each faction clearly wanted to claim the glory of being first. After all, they knew that previous achievements didn't mean much. It was unsightly for them to be ranked below others. Now, with the appearance of one of the top ten monsters, they all set their sights on it, eager to see who could come out on top.
"Quick, chase it!" Davin Green, holding two bloodied Kukri knives, ran at the front, cutting down a sand wolf that couldn't escape. He didn't hesitate and continued to chase ahead. Surprisingly, his somewhat foolish cousin, George Dorag, managed to keep up with him, showing that his skills were not lacking.
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Mark Smith led another group, but his speed was much slower than Davin Green's. Listening to the constant complaints from the figure beside him, he felt no affection for the brothers Lyan and Farl, only focusing on his own race with the knife. At this moment, he had to compete with Davin Green.
The martial arts masters truly shone in this counter-attack. Baron, Danny, Monica, Julia, Daven Green, and Mark Smith, not a single one of them was an ordinary leader, and the other factions also had their fair share of geniuses, such as Mo Ge from the Rifle Academy, Mohan from the School of the Occult, and of course, the ninth-winged archangel Berd Green, who was on the leaderboard.
"Don't touch my stuff!" Mohan suddenly stopped, closed his eyes, and a sand wolf let out a miserable cry as it fell to the ground. He opened his eyes in surprise to find that the white-backed sand wolf king ahead had already fled, while Daven Green, who had been left behind by him, suddenly roared in anger and swung his Khukuri sword, which whistled past his nose. It was clear that Daven Green was trying to assert his dominance.
As the number one in the School of the Occult, as he self-proclaimed, Mohan was very intolerant of those as proud as himself. However, the Khukuri sword that was thrown suddenly changed course, flying back towards Daven Green at an even faster speed. Daven reached out to catch the returning Khukuri sword, with a constant cold smile on his face. But the next moment, his smile turned to bewilderment, as this was not his true attack.
"You're asking for it!" Daven's face turned fierce as he charged forward, enduring the pain in his head, like a reckless madman, slashing at Mohan with his sword.
"Damn it!" Mohan cursed, unable to concentrate, and quickly retreated, only to be kicked down faster, as Daven swung his sword. He had made up his mind to kill him first, and then go after the white-backed sand wolf king. But he heard a wolf's howl, and Daven spat, "You're weak, so stay away from us, you idiot."
"Humph! I'll get even with you for this." Watching Daven Green run off into the distance, Mohan sneered.
"Anytime, my friend!" George Dolak ran past him, grinning.
Daven Green saw that the white-backed sand wolf king was blocked by someone who had suddenly appeared in front of him, Mo Ge from the Rifle Academy. He straightened up, aiming his gun at the person who had stopped the white-backed sand wolf king, and asked coldly, "Who are you?"
"Hahaha! It's so funny, you actually ask who I am. I am the ninth-winged archangel, how's that for handsome? Beauty, how about being my girlfriend?" Berd Green kept laughing, but paid no attention to Mo Ge's question, instead looking at Julia, who had rushed over, with a smug smile on his face.
"Is your round face enough for that?" Julia's words were no longer as gentle as before, but were cold and mocking. Once she had been as gentle as a lily, but now she was a proud and thorny white rose, adding a different kind of charm that made people unable to resist the desire to conquer.
Berd Green's face was indeed large, but not round, due to the flatness of his face, which had always been a thorn in his side. In the slums, he had fought with others many times over this, and it was precisely because of the constant fighting that he had become isolated, but at the same time, had developed his talent better. Because of the trouble he had caused, he needed to constantly strengthen himself in order to bully others! Now, being mercilessly mocked by Julia, what he couldn't accept even more was that her words were very fitting. Without a word, he said coldly, "Do you know who I am? If you don't want to die, apologize to me immediately."
"I've never had that habit! And I don't want to know who you are." Julia ignored him, focusing on confronting the white-backed sand wolf king. It was clear in her eyes that he was just an insignificant figure.
"Fine...fine..." Berd Green said several "fine"s in a row, reluctantly revealing his name. The ninth-winged archangel, this was a name that made people fear, although not yet, but at this moment, he was also quite well-known. He wanted to show this group of people with his own strength that his title of number one was well-deserved. With a forceful shake of his eyes closed, over a dozen Khukuri swords flew into the air.