SQUELCH!
The entire Long Spear sank in up to the hilt. The powerful kinetic energy sent the massive body flying backward, pinning it to the alloy wall behind with a THUD!
One spear, an instant kill!
The whole process was as smooth as flowing water, executed with the utmost precision.
This scene made Zou Yun, who was locked in combat with another elite corpse variant, feel like his eyes were about to pop out of his head.
He had seen it with his own eyes. Qin Feng’s spear strike had completely transcended the realm of mere Technique—that was the Control Realm!
A "rookie" he’d had to look up to just a few months ago had actually reached this level?!
"Zou Yun! Focus!"
Qin Feng’s icy voice was like a bucket of cold water, snapping him out of his shock.
Zou Yun shuddered, coming back to his senses just in time to dodge a spray of highly acidic green venom spat by the elite corpse variant in front of him.
The venom hit the ground, instantly corroding a large, sizzling hole.
He broke out in a cold sweat.
If not for Qin Feng’s warning, that momentary lapse in concentration would have cost him dearly.
"Roger!"
Zou Yun no longer dared to have the slightest distracting thought or underestimation; he threw his entire focus into the battle.
He abandoned all extraneous thoughts, placed his complete trust in Qin Feng’s judgment, and obeyed every concise command that came through his earpiece.
"Zhou Quan, half a step back, clear the left flank!"
"Yin Jing, fill the gap! Three o’clock, that corpse variant is about to self-destruct! Pierce its throat!"
"Zou Yun, attack its lower body!"
Qin Feng was like a Stabilizing Needle, standing firmly at the center of the team.
His Long Spear would lash out from time to time, and with every strike, a corpse variant was inevitably and precisely pierced through a vital point, dispatched cleanly.
His eyes were like the most sophisticated tactical analyzer, taking into account the entire battlefield situation, every enemy movement, and even every breath his teammates took.
Every command was issued at the most critical moment, elevating the squad’s combat efficiency to an incredible level.
Under Qin Feng’s command, the battlefield, which had seemed somewhat chaotic, instantly became orderly and clear.
Zhou Quan’s dual blades were no longer hacking about wildly; instead, they had become the most solid of meat grinders.
Yin Jing’s Long Spear was like a silver bolt of lightning, precisely covering every opening for Zhou Quan.
As for Zou Yun, after completely abandoning his own ideas and wholeheartedly executing Qin Feng’s commands, he discovered to his astonishment that dealing with the elite corpse variant had become unprecedentedly easy!
Qin Feng’s predictions were terrifyingly accurate!
BANG!
Finally, through a moment of perfect coordination, Zou Yun seized a fleeting opportunity created by Qin Feng and landed an "Overlord Fist," imbued with terrifying power, solidly on the elite corpse variant’s head.
Accompanied by the loud crack of shattering bone, the ugly head burst open like a watermelon.
And with that, the first wave of several dozen corpse variants was utterly slaughtered by the four of them in less than a minute.
A dead silence fell over the corridor once more, leaving only the floor littered with mangled flesh and body parts, and the heavy panting of the four fighters.
Zou Yun looked at the elite corpse variant Qin Feng had pinned to the wall with a single spear, which was still twitching slightly. Then he looked at the monster at his own feet, which he had only managed to kill after exerting a Herculean effort. His face burned with shame.
He finally understood why Qin Feng dared to write "Applying constitutes agreement to the captain’s absolute command" in the recruitment notice.
’Some rookie this is!’
’This was clearly a prehistoric beast in the skin of a newcomer!’
His strength, his intellect, his battlefield command ability—they had all far surpassed his imagination.
The last shred of defiance and doubt in his heart was crushed to dust by Qin Feng’s divine-like Control Realm spear skills and his flawless command.
"I’m convinced..."
Zou Yun muttered into the comms channel, his voice filled with sincere awe.
Qin Feng didn’t respond to his emotional remark. His gaze had already shifted to the deeper parts of the corridor.
"Clean up the battlefield, collect samples, and prepare to advance."
His voice remained calm, as if the bloody battle just now had been a mere warm-up.
"The shuttle’s schematics have been synced to your power armor’s HUD. Our objective is the residential cabin at the very bottom of the vessel. The survivors should be there."
"Everyone, stick close to me, stay alert. We’re moving out!"
With the command given, Qin Feng took the lead, his Long Spear angled toward the ground. The heavy footsteps of his power armor echoed in the silent corridor.
Zou Yun, Zhou Quan, and Yin Jing immediately followed, forming a tight combat formation, their eyes filled with absolute trust in their captain.