Chapter 108 The Madman
They recognized the people standing before them. They were very familiar.
In the center stood Ka Lun and Yang Lazi, flanked by the elite warrior squad, the Wolf Fang Team (Lang Xu Dui).
"Ka Lun, Yang Lazi, why is it you? Why are you trying to kill us?!"
Fang Xiaoyu looked at the people before her in disbelief. These were her former companions, now intent on ending their lives.
The piercing pain in her leg served as a harsh reminder that everything happening before her was real.
"If I don't kill you, should I wait for you to kill me later?"
Ka Lun wiped his narrow-bladed longsword, his eyes burning with a more intense, bloodthirsty madness.
"We never thought about killing you."
Fang Xiaoyu gripped the sword in her hand tightly, her knuckles turning white.
"You might not now, but that doesn't mean you won't later. I never thought about killing you before either, but aren't I doing it now?
"You're judging a gentleman's heart with your own petty mind!"
"Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, I will eliminate that possibility. I can't let you two who betrayed me leave alive, understand?
"You two fools, this is the apocalypse! What do you think this is? So-called feelings, trust, it's all fake. Only power is real, only survival is real."
Ka Lun's tone grew increasingly frantic.
"You're insane!"
Fang Xiaoyu frowned deeply. Over the years, she had witnessed too much of humanity's ugliness, but she had never seen someone she knew so well become so unrecognizable.
Ka Lun claimed this was the apocalypse, but Fang Xiaoyu refused to believe it.
There was always light in people's hearts. It wasn't the apocalypse that had changed Ka Lun, but his own greed that had consumed him.
"I'm not crazy! You fools are the ones who are crazy. In my world, there are only two types of people: those who submit to me, and those who are dead!
"Do it, kill them!"
At his command, Yang Lazi and the Wolf Fang Team (Lang Xu Dui) leaped into action, vaulting over the collapsed earthen wall and charging towards them.
"Yang Lazi, even you have changed?!"
Fang Xiaoyu roared in anguish, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I listen to him."
Yang Lazi lowered his head, but his steps did not falter.
"You once said you wouldn't abandon or give up..."
Wan Lei grabbed Fang Xiaoyu, shaking his head.
"Say no more. I'm familiar with betrayal. All betrayers must be killed!"
Wan Lei raised his hammer, and Fang Xiaoyu lifted her twin swords. Enduring the excruciating pain in their legs,
They charged!
The Wolf Fang Team (Lang Xu Dui) immediately surrounded them, swarming forward. They wielded heavy weapons: iron hammers, heavy swords, clubs, and the like.
Clearly, they were also very familiar with Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu, knowing the properties of their armor. Ordinary weapons couldn't pierce it; they would have to rely on the power of heavy weapons to crush them to death.
"Leave Fang Xiaoyu to me. You're not worthy to touch her."
Yang Lazi brandished his iron rod, his face grim.
Obeying the order, the Wolf Fang Team (Lang Xu Dui) immediately launched an attack on Wan Lei.
Yang Lazi brought his iron rod down with a mighty blow. Fang Xiaoyu dodged sideways, a sword slashing towards Yang Lazi's neck. Both were experts, and they instantly engaged in fierce combat.
Wan Lei narrowed his eyes. There were twenty members in the Wolf Fang Team (Lang Xu Dui), which meant he now had to face twenty opponents alone.
These were not the benevolent soldiers and vagrant bandits they had killed before. They were all desperate outlaws, notorious throughout the surrounding area.
Wan Lei pushed off the ground with his toes, leaping into the air and attacking a Wolf Fang soldier.
The Wolf Fang soldier immediately retreated, while the others swung their weapons at Wan Lei.
However, Wan Lei suddenly abandoned his attack on the soldier mid-air, instead swinging his hammer to the right. The hammer flew from his hand, instantly crushing a soldier's head.
He himself was struck by an iron bar and crashed to the ground.
Using the momentum, Wan Lei rolled on the ground, sweeping his leg to knock down a soldier. With a sudden flip, he slammed his right elbow down on the soldier's head.
The armor, with its hard, angular edges, slammed heavily into the soldier's head.
"Eighteen left."
The soldiers rained down their weapons on Wan Lei, who was lying on the ground. Wan Lei grabbed the heavy sword from the dead soldier's hand and swung it randomly without looking.
There were several cracking sounds as two soldiers' legs snapped instantly, sending them crashing to the ground.
Their legs were cleanly severed, and in this freezing weather, without effective treatment, the two were as good as dead.
"Sixteen left."
Wan Lei killed two more enemies, but the price was that he was struck in the back by over a dozen heavy weapons.
Wan Lei spat out blood, sliding forward a short distance. He grabbed his Thor's Hammer and, without looking, swung it back, randomly killing one lucky spectator.
When Wan Lei was a cultivator, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Thor's Hammer, but now that he had become a mortal, he realized in many battles that Thor's Hammer was too short and unsuitable for close combat, often being countered by enemies.
Its only advantage was probably its weight.
He casually picked up an iron rod from the ground, twirled it in his hand, and swept it at lightning speed, killing an enemy.
"Fourteen left."
Wan Lei fought the enemy frantically. He struck with extreme ruthlessness, using weapons he picked up at random. Almost every blow severely injured or killed an enemy, but the enemies attacked fearlessly, and he received far more attacks than he delivered.
Fortunately, years of training had taught him how to use various weapons and many close-combat techniques.
Wan Lei felt that those generals in the mortal world's wars, who often boasted that they could take on a hundred enemies, and even more shamelessly claimed that they could take on a thousand, taking the enemy general's head from the midst of an army as easily as reaching into a bag, were completely full of it.
Enemies wouldn't stand still and let you kill them. They would use battle formations and cooperate. Not to mention a thousand soldiers, even if you had to kill a thousand pigs penned up, you would be exhausted to death.
You could see that from the fact that he was already seriously injured after fighting twenty people for so long.
His whole body ached. His head had been hit twice by heavy hammers, and beneath his armor, he was covered in injuries and blood.
If his Thunder Armor (Lei Jia) didn't have the effect of reducing damage by eighty percent, he would have been beaten to death long ago.
After all, his enemies were the notorious and powerful Wolf Fang Team (Lang Xu Dui).
The battle between Fang Xiaoyu and Yang Lazi was nearing its end.
Fang Xiaoyu was about to lose.
Yang Lazi was extremely strong. She had been able to hold her own against Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu when they ganged up on her, which showed how strong she was.
She targeted Fang Xiaoyu's injured leg, attacking her right leg with every blow. Even with armor to block, Fang Xiaoyu couldn't hold on.
Finally, Yang Lazi seized an opening, smashing her rod heavily on Fang Xiaoyu's right leg. There was a scream, and Fang Xiaoyu's right leg bent at an unnatural angle.
She fell to her knees.