Why can't humans do it too?

This cruel fellow showed no sign of satisfaction, even licking the beast blood that had slid from his forehead to his lips with a look of ecstasy. This brutal face made Suer, who was hiding in the distance, frown and couldn't help but grin. He inexplicably felt a phantom pain as if he were being twisted in two.

"Yokoro!!!"

With eyes blazing with fury, the orcs cried out the names of their comrades. Immediately, three orcs broke away from their current enemies and surrounded the orc, launching a frenzied attack. The orc, however, showed no fear. Instead, it laughed and fought back, enduring the attacks of two orcs before grabbing the third and slamming it to the ground. It then stomped on the third orc, sending dust and gravel flying. Even as the remaining two orcs roared in fury and chopped off its head, it did not flinch.

Good, well done!

You monsters, all of you, die!

Sul gloated inwardly, celebrating the deaths of the orcs and Hordes ahead.

Then, he saw the guy he had been waiting for—the white-haired orc, Asano Shirasu.

He is not dead yet.

Despite being the first person of a different race to exchange names with Sul in this cruel world, Sul desperately longed for the other's death.

He saw it. He saw the white-haired guy, concealing himself, groping his way from the edge of the battlefield. His mask was nowhere to be found, and even his severed arm was gone, hanging bare in the air with only simple bandages.

This despicable, treacherous fellow must have just come from another battlefield that has already ended. He is now quietly crawling on the ground, his tail drooping and his ears hanging down, using the rocks as cover to approach the guy who seems to be the leader of this group of Orks.

Even after fighting to this point and suffering such serious injuries, Asano Shirasu still showed no sign of backing down. Instead, he wanted to take advantage of his comrades being entangled with the enemy to launch a surprise attack and eliminate the leader of the Orks.

Suer was so moved he was almost in tears—really.

Aside from the initial attack, this white-haired orc had already achieved a hard-fought victory on another battlefield with his reinforcements before arriving here. To be honest, if he had chosen to stop and return to his tribe before that, there would have been nothing that Sur could do but desperately return to the settlement as quickly as possible to lead everyone to relocate.

However, even with such severe injuries, he did not return. This undoubtedly means that Asano Shirasu, who chose to come here, was prepared to die, to exchange his life for the survival of other younger, stronger, and healthier men in the tribe. He is undoubtedly the most respectable hero for the beastmen.

But they were Su'er's enemies.

He concealed himself even more deeply among the crevices of the rocks on the cliff, and controlled his gaze to turn towards the open space next to the battlefield. He was worried that if he kept staring, he would be discovered by the orcs with their extremely keen senses, so he could only use the occasional glimpses of the corner of his eye to confirm Asano Shirasu's location.

Perhaps sensing Suer's earlier gaze, Asano Shirasu, who was crawling forward, suddenly stopped and lay there quietly without moving, vigilantly observing his surroundings.

Five seconds, ten seconds, Asano Shirasu remained motionless... But Suer was not flustered, because he knew that Asano Shirasu should be more nervous than himself at this moment.

As he cautiously observed his surroundings, another orc died at the hands of the Ork leader. With just a little thought, Sull could tell that Asano Shirasu's time was running out—and sure enough.

The white-haired orc began crawling towards the Ork leader once again, and with each slow crawl, Sul's heart pounded, his fingers clenching tightly.

They had come within striking distance, and Asano Shirasu held his breath, waiting for the Orc leader to make a mistake—an opportunity that, even if not a fatal blow, would at least inflict significant damage.

Thump, thump, thump!

The heart is gathering strength, the blood is being pumped! Saliva is being secreted rapidly!

Asano Shirasu's body was already bent like a bow, as if he would be launched out in the next second!

"Roar!!" The Ork chieftain, completely unaware that he was being targeted by a hidden venomous snake, was still trying to get rid of the fleas that kept jumping around him. He didn't even realize that his back had been exposed without his noticing, and several of the orcs responsible for restraining him were risking their lives to pounce on his thighs, gnawing at the tendons there.

coming.

The opportunity has come!!!

A voice echoed in Asano Shirasu's heart, and the next second he was about to pounce like a falling meteorite!

however--

boom!

The crisp, clear sound, though faint, was an unusual noise that could not be ignored by these non-human races.

Silently, Asano Shirasu stiffly turned his neck, which was as hard as rock.

He saw the monkey.

The monkey that was grinning smugly at him.

Chapter 19 Asano, Baizhou

Just as Asano Shirasu, who had been lying in wait and preparing for a long time, was about to launch the most deadly surprise attack on the leader of the Orks, Sull, whose every nerve in his body was also taut, finally made his move.

easy.

It's not much different from gently pushing someone who's teetering on the edge of a cliff; it takes almost no effort.

Suer simply threw a stone at Asano Shirasu.

The small stone hit Asano Shirasu's armor but couldn't even break through the defenses, only making a crisp metallic clanging sound. However, it had already successfully completed its mission. Hearing the sound, the leader of the Orks suddenly turned around and saw the white-haired orc behind him who had already hunched over.

Without any hesitation, Su Er smoothly carried out the script he had rehearsed countless times in his mind when he saw Asano Shirasu sneaking over. The next second after throwing the stone, he leaned back and rolled down the hillside behind the cliff.

Compared to running, scrolling is undoubtedly the fastest option.

In the final second before his fall, Su Er saw with satisfaction the astonished face of Asano Shirasu as he turned around, and the fleeting regret, hatred, and anger that followed as he realized what had happened…

This feeling of joy.

Was it regret for not killing Sull immediately? Was it self-loathing for making the wrong decision, and perhaps also furious at the monkey for daring to have such audacity?

But no matter how much Asano Shirasu regrets it now, it's all too late.

Sur drank the cup of revenge with satisfaction.

Orcs wouldn't give the white-haired orc any time to give his last words.

Just as Sull curled up to protect his vulnerable parts from injury during the roll, he heard the roar of the Ork charging once again.

The war, which could have ended at this moment, has been prolonged once again.

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Like a monster that never stops, the leader of the Orks roared, and his body grew even larger in the process. This monster completely ignored the orcs who were clinging to his body and gnawing at his tendons and flesh. He simply raised his two arms in front of him and charged towards Asano Shirasu with a roar like a collapsing mountain.

Unstoppable!

It was an impact that pushed aside even the air in front of him, a relentless and devastating blow like a real green mountain, aimed at taking Asano Shirasu's life.

This immense power directly crushed the two orcs who were still clinging tightly to Oak's legs. Forced by Oak to charge forward, they seemed to be trapped in the gap between Oak and the air, their bones crushed to pieces.

No, they are still here.

Even though they were dead, their arms and claws were still wrapped around Oak's thighs, piercing through his flesh and embedded in it, adorned with a few sharp teeth.

He rolled several times on the ground in a sorry state before barely dodging the attack of the Ork leader. Asano Shirasu watched in despair as the Ork seemed dissatisfied with seeing him dodge its attack, yet impatient with the other Orks who were constantly swarming around him like annoying flies, and thus did not continue to pursue him. But each scream that rang out was like the sharpest, serrated sword piercing his heart.

They're all dead.

Apart from this leader, the rest of the Orks had already been wiped out by the Orcish siege.

He only needed to launch a final sneak attack to kill this Orc, and his people could have saved their lives, even if only a few remained. But why did it all turn out like this in just a short moment?!

Asano Shirosu's eyes had turned bloodshot, and crimson blood was flowing uncontrollably from them, but it was nothing compared to the grief in his heart at this moment.

That monkey, that lowly beast... how dare it?!

There was no time left for him to harbor resentment. Asano Shirasu took a deep breath, channeling all the blood in his body, his anger, every muscle, and every nerve.

Orcs generally possess physical abilities that approach the limits of physics, and among these exceptions—those with bodies that surpass the limits of physics—are called…blood-corrupted individuals.

As its literal meaning suggests... it's damaged.

His already protruding canines grew even larger, and an invisible flame seemed to ignite behind Asano Shirasu. It was the heat generated by the surging and boiling blood and the rising heat of his body. Every drop of blood was flowing out of control, the smallest capillaries had ruptured, and even his eyeballs and body hair were stained bright red by the gushing blood.

Nerves were burning, cells were boiling, muscles were raging, and even the laws of physics had to weep for him at this moment. His heavy breathing was like a valve that had been filled with pressure. This was a beastman who had fully displayed his fighting spirit, the embodiment of physical violence, and had become a complete beast.

But this is not enough.

Asano Shirasu knew that this was far from enough.

The only remaining Orc in front of him was clearly of immense strength and vitality, as evidenced by its body size, which far exceeded that of ordinary Orcs. Asano Shirasu would only have one chance—his body no longer allowed him to maintain this state for long, and even whether he could sustain it for five seconds was uncertain.

Therefore, failure is absolutely unacceptable.

The joy of building the tribe's wooden huts with his companions, the faces of those who sacrificed themselves to face the attacks of the vampires, the things they wanted to protect even at the cost of their lives, and the companions of Ork who still believed in him even now and risked their lives for victory.

The leader once said that his life had been significantly drained by the vampires' magic in that battle, and now he had even completely lost an arm.

Since that's the case, let it burn completely here, turning into the purest light and heat.

Asano Shirasu must have perished here.

Blood and tears flowed slowly down his cheeks, but they couldn't go far before being evaporated by his burning body heat and turned to ashes. Asano Shirasu was pulling at the power within every cell of his body, calling once again for the power he could unleash at his peak, the afterglow of the past, the power that had protected everyone, a power that only a handful of people in the entire orc tribe could barely reach.

The atmosphere was molded into one.

Blood corruption, second outbreak... Activate!

Chapter Twenty: Witnessing

The atmosphere was pushed aside.

The orcs' already incredibly sharp senses were amplified to an unbelievable degree after the first Blood Damage, and now they've gone even further. But this is definitely not a good thing. All the information gathered from this expanded perception is flooding Asano Shirosu's mind right now, and even his self-awareness is almost being overwhelmed.

The feeling was incredibly familiar; it was a familiar power that he had briefly experienced before and that was deeply etched in his mind.

The whole world seemed to explode in his mind. With an invisible bang, everything within a radius of more than 100 meters centered on Asano Shirasu was now under his control. It was as if a circular barrier had been erected, and this small world had become his domain—every leaf, every speck of dust, every movement was within his range of perception, to the point that he could count them all.

At Asano Shirasu, you can see the movement of the wind, the direction of the floating dust, and even distinguish the particles.

He knew everything, whether it was the current injuries and weaknesses of the Oak in front of him, or... the monkey that was carefully crawling and hiding behind the cliff behind him.

But he no longer had the chance to tear the monkey to pieces.