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

He was violently cleaved away by Su Zhan's immense strength. The curved sword in his hand was already shattered, and the broken fragments pierced through his body. The tricky force also caused his arms to creak and groan along the hilt.

His burly body staggered back several steps, barely managing to steady himself, but then a surge of blood welled up in his chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He looked down at the broken knife in his hand, then at Su Zhan in the ruins, his face filled with disbelief.

A moment of deathly silence fell over the battlefield; everyone was stunned by the earth-shattering impact.

Both the Fierce Dragon Gang and the Black Bear Tribe subconsciously stopped their fighting and their gazes involuntarily turned to the two figures on the battlefield.

"Master Su!" Sun Ce roared in despair, but his body was broken and he couldn't break through at all.

Bai Zhanqiu's face was ashen, and his hand gripping the knife trembled violently from excessive force.

Su Zhan is the strongest blade of the Fierce Dragon Gang. If he falls, it will be in this suffocating silence.

Su Zhan crawled out of the ruins, his hands covered in blood, and peeled away the charred charcoal.

The wound on his right leg was gruesome, and his left arm hung limply, with half of the bone exposed.

But he just crawled out of the ruins by sheer willpower.

His clothes were tattered in many places, his skin was charred black, and most of his hair and eyebrows were singed off. He looked like a demon crawling out of the deepest hell. Only his eyes burned with a relentless, more intense, and frenzied intensity than any flame.

He staggered to his feet, his gaze fixed on the black bear leader, and with all his might, he let out a terrifying roar from deep within his throat, "Come on, this isn't over yet!"

This roar instantly ignited the last frenzy among all the Dragon Gang warriors, who charged recklessly towards their enemies, and an even more brutal battle erupted once again.

Su Zhan, dragging his nearly destroyed body, walked step by step toward the black bear leader, who was also severely injured but had a livid face. The final life-or-death battle had only just begun.

The Black Bear tribe leader, watching Su Zhan relentlessly approach, couldn't hide the shock and fear on his face.

Feeling the excruciating pain emanating from his broken body, he was suffering from the internal injuries left behind after being destroyed by Su Zhan's power.

He was having great difficulty breathing, but he was, after all, the most ferocious bear on the grassland. With no way out, he had no choice but to fight to the death.

He let out a roar like a trapped beast, suppressed his blood and qi, and suddenly plunged the last half of the knife in his hand into Su Zhan. At the same time, his body burst out with brute force, and he charged towards Su Zhan like a wild bull.

This is the most primitive, desperate fighting style, attempting to exchange injury for injury, and risking one's life for another.

Su Zhan's pupils contracted slightly; his leg was injured, making it impossible for him to nimbly dodge the impact.

In the nick of time, the muscles in his remaining arm bulged, and instead of advancing, he retreated, slamming his shoulder into the approaching Black Bear tribe leader.

At the same time, his body spun violently to the side from the force of the impact, his center of gravity pressing down on his almost crippled leg. The excruciating pain nearly made him faint, but he managed to hold on with his steely will.

With a loud bang, a violent impact rang out, and Su Zhan staggered, feeling a sharp pain in his right shoulder as if his bone was cracking. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood welled up in his mouth.

But he was fearless and not only absorbed some of the impact, but also took advantage of the opponent's momentary loss of balance caused by the collision to make him stagger. The opportunity was in that split second.

A sudden light flashed in Su Zhan's eyes. Ignoring the pain all over his body, he gathered all his strength, all his anger, and the shouts of all his fallen brothers into his only still movable right hand.

He drew a short knife from his waist, without any fancy moves, just a deadly strike.

With a soft thud, the short knife, propelled by Su Zhan's momentum, precisely pierced the black bear leader's neck. The blade instantly sliced ​​through the flesh and deeply penetrated the carotid artery, and time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The Black Bear Tribe leader's body suddenly stiffened, and the flames in his eyes were instantly replaced by ashes.

He let out a gurgling sound, and blood gushed from his neck like a fountain, instantly staining his leather armor red.

His massive body swayed, then collapsed to the ground, splattering blood and mud.

He futilely raised one hand, still trying to cover his wound, but eventually his eyes lost their light, and the last image reflected in them was Su Zhan standing like a snowman.

"The leader is dead!" A warrior from one of the Black Bear tribes roared, his voice filled with despair and fear.

That sound was the final straw that broke the camel's back; all the Black Bear warriors went mad.

"Eternal Heaven, the Bear King has fallen!" The totem they relied on for their survival and the symbol of their invincibility were actually killed by a Han Chinese man single-handedly.

At this point, the will to resist of all the grassland people completely collapsed, and their army was defeated like a house of cards.

The remaining steppe people had no will to fight anymore. They dropped their weapons and ran into the darkness like headless flies.

The resistance that had been as solid as an impregnable fortress crumbled instantly, turning into a desperate rout.

"We won! We won!" A blood-soaked, barely able to stand, Fierce Dragon Gang warrior stared blankly at the fleeing enemy, muttering to himself before being overwhelmed by immense joy and roaring with all his might.

"Kill them all! Kill them!"

A deafening cheer erupted from the surviving members of the Fierce Dragon Gang—a celebration of survival and a burst of revenge.

Dragging their bodies, they launched a final charge against the enemy like fierce tigers, mercilessly beating a drowning dog.

Each swing of the broadsword was filled with grief and indignation at the loss of his comrades.

Bai Zhanqiu, holding a large knife and dragging his battered body, coughed violently, each cough accompanied by bloody spittle.

He looked at the defeated body, then at the swaying figure standing beside the black bear leader's corpse, his eyes flashing with a complex light—a mixture of relief, lingering fear, and deep awe.

His voice was hoarse as he ordered those around him, "Send word to pursue and clean up the battlefield, quickly!"

Sun Ce was about to collapse, but he struggled to crawl toward Su Zhan, blood flowing from his mouth.

His arm and half of his body were almost shattered, and every movement was excruciatingly painful, yet he still crawled toward Su Zhan.

In the center of the battlefield, Su Zhan leaned on his broken broadsword, barely managing to stay upright.

He looked down at the massive body of the black bear leader, and then at his own broken body, which resembled a rag doll. Every breath he took caused pain throughout his body, and his arms had completely lost sensation.

The laceration on his leg had widened, and blood kept flowing, pooling around his feet. The bones in his shoulder were dislocated from the impact, and his body was a jumbled mess.

His body was groaning, as if it were about to fall apart at any moment.

This battle was incredibly difficult.