A wall of spear-shadows, so dense not even water could pass through!
He hadn’t yet learned the three great killing moves of the Thousand Army Spear. He was simply weaving together the four most basic defensive techniques—parry, block, brace, and sweep—with blinding speed.
DING! DING! CLANG! CLANG!
A furious staccato of clashing metal, as dense and rapid as a hailstorm, erupted in front of him.
The cleavers and broadaxes of five green-skinned creatures came hacking down wildly from all sides, yet not a single one could breach the seemingly flimsy defensive line formed by the spear’s afterimages.
He deflected every single attack, one by one, with an incredible and masterful technique.
"Incredible spearmanship!"
A sharp glint flashed in the eyes of Shi Potian, who had been circling the periphery, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
He seized the priceless opportunity Qin Feng had created. His figure was a flash of lightning as he closed the distance.
The Battle Saber in his hand flashed with bone-chilling arcs of deadly light. As if slicing through tofu, it precisely swept across the necks of the few green-skinned creatures who were so focused on attacking Qin Feng that their backs were wide open.
SCHLICK! SCHLICK! SCHLICK!
Three heads flew into the air, and three headless bodies, still frozen in their attack stances, crashed heavily to the ground.
At almost the exact same moment, Qin Feng’s stance abruptly shifted from defense to offense.
He generated force from his waist, the power of his entire body channeling up his spine, layer by layer, until it converged at the tip of his spear.
"Hah!"
With a low shout, the Long Spear in his hand thrust out, carrying an unstoppable, ferocious momentum.
SHHHNK—
The remaining two Green-skinned kids were struck squarely by this immense force. They let out bloodcurdling shrieks as the spear ran them clean through.
In a matter of breaths, the immense pressure on the three-man team from Dorm 402 was completely shattered by what could only be called their perfect coordination.
On this gore-strewn, chaotic battlefield, Qin Feng’s spearmanship displayed an astonishing dominance that far exceeded his own power level.
He wasn’t the spearhead like Shi Potian, unbreakable and ever-advancing.
He was more like an indestructible reef, a veritable Stabilizing Needle, ready to launch a fatal counterattack at a moment’s notice.
With his support and defense, Shi Potian’s killing efficiency was greatly enhanced, and Qian Duoduo could also unleash the full impact of his heavy hammer without reservation.
The three-man team from Dorm 402 was like a sharp, resilient dagger, firmly anchoring the left flank of the entire battle line.
Not only did they hold their position, but they even had enough strength left over to constantly support the other dorm teams beside them, who were locked in bitter struggles and facing one perilous situation after another.
"Godlike! That spearmanship is absolutely godlike!"
Chu Lan was ecstatic.
He shouted into the team channel, "Rally around Dorm 402! Everyone, follow their tempo!"
The students were jolted. Under the life-or-death pressure, they subconsciously obeyed the command and began to slowly close ranks around Dorm 402.
As time went on, thanks to Shi Potian’s powerful assaults and Qin Feng’s steady control of the field, the tide of battle began to tilt, slowly but irreversibly, in the students’ favor.
The students gradually adapted to the Green-skinned creatures’ fighting rhythm. Their initial fear and panic had long been replaced by the fire in their veins and their sheer will to survive.
They began to skillfully apply their techniques, coordinating with their roommates to calmly and efficiently reap the lives of the Green-skinned creatures.
When the largest of them, the green-skinned leader wielding the Bone-Slicing Saber, was finally cleaved in two by the combined might of Shi Potian and Chu Lan, the entire atmosphere of the battlefield changed drastically.
"WAAAGH..."
The Green-skinned creatures’ fanatical, soul-shaking roar grew faint and hesitant, even taking on a slight tremble.
Their scarlet eyes, which had burned with the fire of chaos and tyranny, gradually began to dim.
An emotion called "fear," one they had not experienced for a very long time, began to spread like a plague through the hearts of these Beasts who knew only slaughter.
The swings of their cleavers became hesitant.
Their charges were no longer death-defying.
Then, a scene unfolded that left all the freshmen utterly astonished.
The eight or nine remaining Green-skinned kids on the battlefield began to rapidly shrivel, atrophy, and shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they were balloons instantly drained of both moisture and Courage.
Their once rock-hard, knotted muscles became flaccid and weak.
Their once deep, ink-green skin rapidly faded to a dull, sickly yellow.
The ferocious aura they emanated—an aura powerful enough to chill an ordinary person to the bone—vanished without a trace in just a few short seconds.
"Run!"
It’s unclear which one of them—a Green-skinned creature, now shrunken to only half the size of a normal person—let out a strange, ear-piercing shriek filled with boundless terror.
With a CLATTER, it dropped its weapon and scrambled away on all fours, turning to flee.
The other Green-skinned creatures, as if waking from a dream, also cast aside their weapons and armor. Like terrified stray dogs, they scattered in all directions, fleeing toward the distant, dark-red wasteland.