Gao Wu: You broke off the engagement at my 100th birthday banquet, do you dare take my punch?

Once activated, the Wolf God Clan's Bloodlust Berserk ability greatly increases physical strength and enhances blood circulation, while also granting them terrifying self-healing abilities.

but.

This talent skill also has its flaws.

That is, after activating Berserk mode, both mental strength and rationality will be greatly affected.

Normally, Jiang Mengli, having just broken through, would not have been able to suppress her opponent. However, now, weakened by the Bloodlust Berserk, her mental power instantly suppressed the Wolf God Clan expert.

"Damn it..."

The wolf god clan expert's expression changed slightly.

Before he could react, Qin Changsheng had already lunged forward, gathering his qi and blood in his fists, and unleashed a barrage of punches at his chest like a whirlwind.

"ah--"

The Wolf God Clan warrior screamed in agony. He hadn't expected that after activating Bloodlust Berserk, Qin Changsheng's fist force could still forcibly break his ribs. The sharp bone fragments tore through his internal organs, causing him to be severely injured in an instant.

Even with his Bloodlust Berserk activated, his physical regeneration ability is very strong.

However, such injuries are extremely dangerous on the battlefield where life and death hang in the balance!

All I saw was...

Qin Changsheng broke the ribs of the peak fifth-grade cultivator with three punches, but did not rush to pursue. Instead, he flashed to block the opponent's retreat, gathering his qi and blood while saying to Jiang Mengli, "Make your move!"

"good!"

Jiang Mengli responded and swung her sharp Grade B alloy sword.

puff-

Amidst the sound of blades piercing flesh, the Wolf God Clan warrior at the peak of the fifth rank was covered in blood, his major arteries severed, and a massive amount of blood instantly stained his jet-black fur.

but.

This sword strike was not as smooth as Jiang Mengli had imagined. After cutting through the opponent's flesh, she felt a numbness in her arm. The blade of her B-grade alloy sword was actually stuck in the opponent's bone.

"this……"

Jiang Mengli was caught in a dilemma.

The wolf god warrior's eyes were bloodshot: "Damn human scum, I'll tear you to pieces!"

His massive claws, each with ten fingers spread wide, were aimed at Jiang Mengli's vital area. It was clear that those thirty-centimeter-long claws were about to pierce through her heart.

Just then.

Qin Changsheng moved. Although it was only a few breaths, he still managed to gather a large amount of blood and qi through the Qi and blood subdivision technique, which he then concentrated in his fist. With a bang, he slammed his fist hard into the back of the Wolf God Clan warrior's head.

Click!

puff-

Two voices rang out almost simultaneously.

The first sound was the sound of the wolf god warrior's skull being shattered, and the second sound was the splattering of blood and brain matter. Jiang Mengli, who was at the furthest distance away, had no time to dodge and was immediately sprayed all over her body and face.

"vomit--"

Jiang Mengli instinctively felt nauseous; the intense nausea almost made her vomit on the spot.

however.

Qin Changsheng remained indifferent and turned to charge deeper into the area.

"Grandpa, wait for me!"

Jiang Mengli forced down her urge to vomit and quickly followed. On the ever-changing battlefield, she knew that if she and Qin Changsheng lost their support, they would both be in danger.

now.

They rushed too fast and had fallen behind the people behind them; the only thing they could rely on was each other.

Outside the battlefield.

On the city tower of the Eighth Transit City.

An elderly man dressed in a blue Tang suit stood with his feet dangling in the air. He frowned as he stared at the battle, watching countless human and other races of warriors turn from living people into cold corpses. He was powerless to do anything about it and could not intervene.

There are agreements between the human race and all other races.

If one side does not have a Grandmaster to intervene, the other side, even if a Grandmaster is present, is not allowed to interfere in the battle without authorization. Even if the old man in the Tang suit is furious and wishes he could kill the entire army of all races with one hand.

But right now.

He cannot make a move unless the opponent's grandmaster intervenes.

after all.

Although the human race is also a powerful race, the number of Grandmasters is still incomparable to that of all other races.

Once he couldn't hold back and left the field.

What awaits the human race are the fates of Grandmasters who outnumber or even surpass the number of Grandmasters from all other races.

"what?"

The old man restrained his urge to attack, staring at the battle below. Suddenly, two figures on the flank of the battlefield caught his attention.

All I saw was...

A burly, black-haired middle-aged man and an exceptionally young girl, who appeared to be a student at Wuhan University, actually managed to tear through the flank defenses and charge straight towards the central army.

"That girl...that B-grade alloy sword...is she Old Li's student?"

The elderly man in the Tang suit narrowed his eyes slightly: "Who is that guy next to her? It's clearly the most basic and ordinary boxing technique, yet he can unleash such remarkable power in his hands?"

"It's a pity... he just looks a bit old. Otherwise, with his performance, his on-the-spot judgment, and his ruthlessness, I would have been tempted to take him on as a disciple."

……

at this time.

Not only the Grandmasters on the human side noticed Qin Changsheng and his companion.

On the side of all races.

Others also noticed the two who stood out from the crowd. On the Wolf God Clan's central army side, a commander clad in black armor said in a deep voice, "A bunch of useless trash! They couldn't even hold off two fifth-rank soldiers? How could they let their lines be destroyed like this?"

"Where are the sixth-rank men? Send a few of them, and I'll kill them!"

"yes!"

Several figures from the Wolf God Clan rushed towards Qin Changsheng.

In the blink of an eye.

Qin Changsheng and Jiang Mengli were less than a few hundred meters away from the central army. The warriors of the myriad races around them were much stronger than those on the outer perimeter. Even with their combat prowess, their advance was slowed down considerably.

Sudden.

Qin Changsheng frowned, sensing a sharp killing intent.

"A powerful enemy is approaching."

He turned to Jiang Mengli beside him and said, "Step back."

"retreat?"

Jiang Mengli was taken aback, somewhat surprised, and said, "Isn't our mission to break through the enemy lines? We've fought our way here, how can we suddenly retreat?"

"If you don't back down, you'll die."

Qin Changsheng's expression was very calm.

Having fought on the battlefield of myriad races for over a decade, he naturally understood one thing: on the battlefield, recklessness would only lead to certain death, while knowing when to advance and retreat was the only way to create greater value while preserving one's life.

"understood."

This was the first time Jiang Mengli had seen Qin Changsheng with such a solemn expression.

After hesitating for a moment.

She still slipped away and followed Qin Changsheng backward.

The gap that the two had created was quickly filled by a continuous stream of warriors from all races.

rear.

The infiltration team, composed of free martial artists, was already struggling, but with Qin Changsheng and his companion retreating, their pressure was greatly reduced.

"Why are you back?"

Someone took a moment to look at Qin Changsheng and asked.

"A powerful figure is coming."

Qin Changsheng said in a deep voice, "The killing intent is very strong, and the blood and qi fluctuations are extremely intense. I estimate that he is a sixth-grade or even seventh-grade expert."

"What?!"

The crowd's expressions changed drastically. Their average strength was only at the third or fourth rank, and they were already helpless against a fifth-rank expert, let alone a sixth or seventh-rank expert.