Comprehensive Network: The Chosen One Who Started from Speed-farming and Destroying Ashes

Chapter 69 The Swamp King Awaits... (First Update!)

Like a scarlet lightning bolt, it suddenly struck the world!
Three beams of destructive light, in a supernatural form that seemed to completely break free from the rules of matter, flashed past the crocodile swarm in an instant!

In a daze, a faint rumble of thunder echoed through the air!

A series of terrifying, rapid popping sounds, like popping beans:
The wounded crocodile was squeezed into a twisted shape by the destructive force!

The skull was forcefully smashed into the body.

The viscous tissue fluid mixed with blood and bits of flesh instantly painted the entire swamp with a hideous scarlet color!

The strong smell attracted crocodiles from even more distant areas.

These cold-blooded hunters do not possess such warm emotions.

For a fleeting moment, Yi Qingfeng had a subtle sense of déjà vu, as if he were facing a pack of wolves.

But compared to the wolf pack once dominated by the Storm Wolf King.

Even though they also have top-tier rulers, the crocodiles are still somewhat inferior.

They lack the discipline of wolf packs, which is almost unquestionable.

They are also unlikely to be good at tactical coordination.

In this respect, are they perhaps more like demons?

The terrain and biological structure give them an advantage in sieges.

"Roar!"

The colossal figure of Steelmane appeared, piercing through the void.

Faced with the sudden surge of ferocious crocodiles from all around.

It let out a bloodthirsty roar.

The pig advances suddenly!

Some kind of supernatural force allows it to walk freely on the water's surface.

This made Yi Qingfeng glance at him slightly:

He had never seen such a magnificent wild boar galloping across the water before...

At this moment, as Yi Qingfeng continued his slaughter, the number of mad crocodiles increased exponentially.
Their winding backs traversed the waters, which had now become completely murky...

The growing number of enemies was detected by hostile detection systems.

Yi Qingfeng showed no sign of nervousness.

He seems to have gradually gotten used to this intensity of combat.

Accustomed to enemies coming from all directions...

Accustomed to the blood, gore, and agonizing roars...

The silent judgment, in Yi Qingfeng's hands, has now transformed into a weapon of slaughter.

There was no pity whatsoever, no passionate emotion whatsoever.

At this moment, the only thing that caught Yi Qingfeng's attention was...

That is the swamp king, whom he has yet to anchor himself to...

After all, the other side would most likely not allow him to slaughter his underlings.

Especially in such an environment.

The sounds of fighting are hard to miss from the other side.

However, the depths of the swamp were completely silent.

It seemed that the deaths of these crocodiles were of no concern to the swamp king.

But Yi Qingfeng could still vaguely sense a cold and dangerous gaze coming from outside his effective perception range.

Even when Yi Qingfeng was caught in a bloody battle, he was still able to maintain a relatively rational way of thinking.

Therefore, Steelfur is undoubtedly a fighting berserker:

Its supernatural ability to walk on water allowed it to disregard environmental limitations and rampage through the crocodile herd.

It paid no heed to the crocodile that had bitten its body.

After one or more rounds of attacks, most of these unfortunate souls will break away on their own, albeit in a somewhat incomplete form...

Just like Yi Qingfeng's experience riding the Steel Mane.

Supernatural powers without combat riding.

With his current base stats, he simply cannot ride such a wild beast while charging without a vehicle.

Of course, this aggressive advance also caused considerable damage to the steel bristles.

Yet it continued its fierce charge, as if the wounds had not had any real impact.

Faced with this scene, Yi Qingfeng couldn't help but have some thoughts.

Yes……

When he joins the raid, he will naturally be assigned to the melee class.

However, with sufficient ranged support, he could certainly fight while riding Steelmane.

As things stand at the moment:
He didn't invest much extra resources in terms of survival.

The battle with the leader was basically a high-stakes, high-intensity fight.

As for the raid, the maximum number of players is 50.

Yi Qingfeng estimated that he would probably find it difficult to kill him quickly. However, if the other party wanted to deal with him—it probably wouldn't be that difficult…

On the other hand:

If something is truly impossible, four legs are always better than two...

According to the forum post:

Raids are not like regular dungeons where you can teleport out directly.

It has a fixed delivery exit.

Of course, there are other, even easier ways to escape from lower-level raids:

Being killed by the leader naturally weakens the soul, causing one to leave the body...

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The clear waters have disappeared.

The grass, too, was crushed and completely blended with the blood-red mud.

The internal organs and remains mixed with the murky mud and water to form a viscous, almost black paste.

It reminded Yi Qingfeng of the unpaved roads in the mountains:

After the rain, the animals trampled it repeatedly.

It would then become such a murky and unclear creation.

If the soil color were purer.

That would be an even greater disaster—like a giant having diarrhea, unleashing a torrent of waste here…

A vast, boundless, deep red swamp of blood has replaced the background landscape.

Yi Qingfeng could see a layer of dark red, semi-transparent film that had condensed on it.

Perhaps it's the fat in the flesh?
The blood from the crocodile had already stained him as well.

Close-quarters combat is always a brutal combination of mud and blood.

Clean and tidy?
That would require these monsters to start purifying their digestive systems months in advance...

On the other side is the even heavier steel bristles.

It felt like I had rolled around in a muddy mess of flesh and blood.

At this moment, its body was covered with a thick layer of fleshy pulp.

All that remained were the sunken eye sockets, revealing eyeballs filled with ferocity and savagery...

Where is the King of the Swamp?
Yi Qingfeng wiped his face with a towel, somewhat puzzled.

Is this guy asleep?

But he could clearly sense the other person's gaze...

Yi Qingfeng then glanced at Gangzong's current appearance.

He summoned it back immediately, and then summoned it again.

Looking at the suddenly renovated steel mane, Yi Qingfeng mounted it with satisfaction.

Riding such a bloodthirsty behemoth must certainly be quite impactful.

But being thrown off when it charges isn't so fun...

Afterwards, Yi Qingfeng rode Steelmane through the swamp in search of the leader's whereabouts.

They possess the supernatural ability to walk on water.

The Steelmane's vehicle attributes in swamps have undoubtedly received a huge boost.

If it could fly—that would be almost perfect…

Yi Qingfeng couldn't help but think this way.

The blood swamp was retreating rapidly...

The horrific scene was gradually replaced by clear water.

The fierce battle seemed insignificant in the face of this vast land...

Before long, Yi Qingfeng's hostility detection pinpointed a powerful enemy:

Without any attempt to conceal it, a giant crocodile, even larger than Steelmane, lay lazily by a small, sapphire-like lake.

Its cold, enormous vertical pupils reflected the swamp and the tiny pigs and humans within it...

It looked as if it would suddenly charge forward at any moment and devour everything into its ferocious maw.

But it just watched...

Damn, is he really asleep?
A hint of surprise appeared in Yi Qingfeng's bloodshot eyes.

The next moment;
"Roar!"

To comply with Yi Qingfeng's will:

The steel-mane's enormous growl caused a strange vitality to suddenly appear in the other's cold, vertical pupils!
How could a skull severed in a sneak attack be pure?
Steel bristles, charge!

The wind suddenly became violent again!

Yi Qingfeng gripped the silent verdict tightly in his hand:

The Swamp King's enormous body suddenly drew closer in his field of vision!
The Holy Slash!
(End of this chapter)