Battle for Northern Frontier: The game begins with the grassland woman buying him.

With a dull thud as a sharp weapon pierced flesh, the dark sleeve dart sank deep into Su Zhan's left shoulder, just inches from the original wound!

A piercing pain instantly spread, accompanied by a numbness that made Su Zhan groan. His left arm almost lost all feeling.

"Hahaha, once you're hit by my scorpion sting, even a god can't save you!"

Eighth Master burst into a triumphant laugh, the centipede scar on his face twisting and throbbing, looking utterly ferocious.

"Kill him for me!"

Seeing that Su Zhan had been shot with an arrow, the thugs around him were greatly encouraged. As if they had been injected with chicken blood, they rushed forward wildly, brandishing knives and clubs, and attacking the already swaying Su Zhan!

In the narrow alley, the glint of knives surrounded Su Zhan like a dense fishing net, interspersed with the shadows of sticks, almost completely blocking any space for Su Zhan to dodge.

"Husband—!" Lin Yuer's scream was filled with despair and heartbreak.

Su Zhan gritted his teeth, the excruciating pain and numbness gradually eroding his will and body, but the cold light in his eyes did not fade; instead, it fueled an even fiercer fighting spirit.

"I can't fall!" A voice roared in his mind. Behind him was Lin Yuer, his family. He couldn't fall!

Su Zhan bit his tongue hard, the sharp pain bringing a sliver of clarity to his chaotic mind. He unleashed the last of his strength in his left arm, even exceeding his limits. Instead of trying to dodge, he lowered his center of gravity and pounced forward like a tiger, his target being a thug wielding a knife in front of him!

"Pfft!" Su Zhan didn't dodge or flinch, his right shoulder slamming into the thug's arms, taking the blow from the side with his body. The intense pain made his vision go black, but the short knife in his right hand, like a viper's tongue, accurately stabbed from bottom to top into the thug's unprotected abdomen!

"Ugh!" The thug's scream stopped abruptly, his eyes bulged, and the short knife in his hand slipped limply from his grasp.

Using the force of the impact, Su Zhan suddenly spun around and hurled the dying thug at the two enemies rushing towards him from the left. The immense impact of the corpse knocked one of them down, temporarily halting their attack.

At the same time, he drew the knife in his right hand, bringing up a spray of blood, and as his body spun, he suddenly drew an arc!

"Pfft!" One of the thugs on the right raised his stick to strike, but suddenly felt a chill on his neck. A deep, bone-revealing gash appeared, and blood gushed out, splashing onto the face of the thug next to him like a fountain. The thug whose throat had been slit clutched his neck and collapsed in terror.

In a flash of lightning and fire, Su Zhan traded his life for his own and killed two more people.

However, he also paid a heavy price. The arrow wound in his right shoulder was torn apart due to the violent movement, and the unbearable pain and the numbness caused by the poison were even more intense.

At this moment, he took a hard hit on his right shoulder, which made half of his body numb and slowed his movements again.

Su Zhan knelt on one knee, leaning on his knife, breathing heavily. Each breath aggravated the wounds all over his body. Large beads of sweat mixed with blood slid down his forehead, and his vision began to blur.

"He's done for, kill him!"

Seeing that Su Zhan was finally showing signs of weakness, Master Ba shouted excitedly and urged the remaining seven or eight thugs to rush forward.

The thugs mustered their courage again, surrounded Su Zhan, and pointed their knives directly at his vitals.

Just at this critical moment, a roar, almost like that of a wild beast, rang out from the depths of the alley, and Lin Qingshan rushed up.

Lin Qingshan watched Su Zhan fight valiantly, witnessing him being struck by poisoned arrows while protecting everyone, and single-handedly confronting a horde of enemies.

His fantasies and hopes were shattered by the cruel reality before him, leaving only endless anger and madness driven to the brink of despair!

What support, what security? It's all a nightmare woven by these ruthless wolves! Lin Qingshan, a man who had once survived countless battles, how could he stand by and watch Su Zhan die because of his stupidity, and watch everyone fall into the clutches of those people?

A tremendous rage consumed his mind. His eyes were bloodshot, and like a madman, he grabbed a short knife from the ground. Without any hesitation, he took a step forward, his back straight, as if he had returned to the moment when he was fighting bloody battles on the battlefield.

"You sons of bitches, I'll fight you to the death!"

Lin Qingshan roared, transforming into a furious wolf. Instead of charging towards Su Zhan in the crowd, he plunged into the encirclement of the Fierce Dragon Gang thugs from the flank like a sharp knife.

His target was none other than the Eighth Master, who was hiding behind others, laughing smugly with a ferocious expression.

Just then, the Eighth Master was about to fire his second hidden arrow when he suddenly saw Lin Qingshan charging towards him.

Lin Qingshan was not as skilled as Su Zhan, but his every move was full of the ferocity and suicidal fighting spirit of an army.

He ignored the slash coming from the side, letting the blade cut a bloody gash on his arm, while his eyes remained fixed on Master Ba San, his short knife piercing Master Ba San's heart with unwavering resolve.

This strike was earth-shattering, completely unexpected by everyone. No one had anticipated that Lin Qingshan, who had been holding back just moments before, would suddenly launch an attack and unleash such terrifying killing intent.

Even Eighth Master didn't notice Lin Qingshan. By the time he realized what was happening, his sinister smile vanished instantly, replaced by extreme terror. He frantically tried to retreat, but Lin Qingshan was too fast and was already in front of him.

"Pfft!"

The sharp dagger, imbued with Lin Qingshan's full strength, pierced precisely through Eighth Master's shiny outer garment and plunged deep into his chest.

"Ah...you!"

Eighth Master looked down in disbelief at the hilt of the knife embedded in his chest, then looked up at Lin Qingshan's angry eyes, letting out a strange gurgling sound. The centipede scar on his face twitched, and the smugness in his eyes was completely replaced by fear.

Lin Qingshan suddenly pulled out his knife, and scalding blood gushed out, splattering all over him. Meanwhile, Eighth Master went limp like mud, twitched a few times, and then fell silent.

This completely terrified the thugs nearby.

"Is Master Ba San dead?"

"He killed Eighth Master!"

"Run!"

The death of Master Ba San, a swift and fatal blow, terrified the remaining thugs. At this moment, looking at Lin Qingshan, who was covered in blood and looked like a god of death on their flank, and then at Su Zhan, who was swaying but exuding a murderous aura, their last bit of fighting spirit completely collapsed.

They let out a howl, no longer caring about the encirclement, and turned to run away in a panic, wishing their parents had given them two more legs. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the alley.

The narrow alley was filled only with the thick, pungent smell of blood, the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, and the groans of the remaining members of the Fierce Dragon Gang who were not quite dead.

At this moment, Su Zhan was kneeling with his hand on his knife, his chest heaving violently.

Lin Qingshan held a blood-dripping dagger in his hand, staring fiercely at everything before him.

As for Lin Yuer and the little girl, they huddled in the back, their faces filled with fear and tears of relief.

The alleyway had become a battlefield.