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Chapter 517
Chapter 517
Under the watchful gaze of the Mountain and River King, the obsidian-gold-armored man swung his long spear, unleashing radiant golden arcs.
Surrounding Grade 6 Disaster Beasts were pierced through their massive bodies, collapsing with thunderous crashes. Explosions erupted as blood sprayed wildly. With a single strike, any Disaster Beast fell effortlessly.
The Mountain and River King, observing the carnage, naturally recognized Lin Qi.
“This kid’s even stronger than I imagined!”
Stroking his beard, the Mountain and River King smiled. He understood the weight of a Level 12 Beastblood Colossus. It was the cultivation method of such a beast that had propelled him into the Xia Kingdom’s top five. The elite among Level 12 Disaster Beasts—those who mastered their secrets—were now global top-ten figures.
He vividly recalled how Overlord Ba and Red Emperor, upon cultivating Steel Qi, had stormed the battlefield, slaughtering countless Grade 7 Disaster Beasts and igniting hope for victory across Xia Kingdom.
Lin Qi was no different.
“Steel Tiger, Ironclad Rhinoceros—formidable even among Grade 7s—were obliterated just now!”
“Lin Qi rivals Red Emperor and Overlord Ba!”
And this genius was his grand-disciple, a thought that stirred quiet pride. Though he’d taken many disciples, none had matched the caliber of Red Emperor or Overlord Ba.
“Senior Master Huo, this must be Lin Qi?”
“A force to be reckoned with indeed!”
A tall, blue-clad woman with sharp features and a curvaceous figure marveled beside him.
The Mountain and River King nodded, grinning.
“My grand-disciple.”
——
Time slipped by. Seven hours passed since the Disaster Beast Tide began at 8:30 a.m., and the battlefield now simmered under the afternoon sun. Though artillery fire and roars still echoed, the tide had waned—beasts lay slain in waves, their corpses littering the ground.
“Hmph!”
Senior Disciple Liang Tai thrust his silver long spear through a Bronze Wild Ox’s chest. Blood-soaked and gasping, he staggered under exhaustion. Around him, the battlefield fell silent. Wang Zhi Xuan, Xiao Yu, and Xi Jing ended their fights, their faces etched with fatigue. Xiao Yu slumped onto a fallen Ox, while a hundred meters away, a black-armored figure launched spear-like projectiles, cutting down beasts with archer-like precision. Alone, he matched the output of dozens of Sixth Realm martial artists.
Liang Tai’s group had slain far fewer than Lin Qi. Facing mid-tier Disaster Beasts, Lin Qi’s dominance was absolute.
Liang Tai, trailing Lin Qi, reaped rewards—Merit Points equivalent to days of effort in mere hours.
“We’ve reached the tide’s end,” Liang Tai panted. “Our strength’s spent. Let’s retreat.”
Lin Qi approached, his own gains immense—saving lives, slaying beasts, and racking up Merit Points. He hadn’t checked his tally yet but guessed it was staggering. His rankings would surely climb.
“At the base,” Liang Tai continued, “never push past exhaustion. Return to rest. Tides last days, and many martial artists rotate—rest, then hunt again. The battlefield’s only a dozen kilometers.”
Lin Qi nodded. Time to cash in.
——
At the fortress, Gatling-gun-equipped armored vehicles riddled low-tier beasts with bullets. Tanks fired at stronger ones, reducing beasts to pulp—only mid-tier martial artists survived such blasts intact, their corpses sellable. The military preferred martial artists over firearms.
Lin Qi’s group chipped in, lightening the defense by hunting stragglers en route. Inside the fortress, the rest hall buzzed with weary martial artists—bloodstained, drinking, and nursing wounds. Some devoured nutrient meals, unfazed by the stench of slaughter.
Medical stalls and restorative elixirs lined the walls. In corners, password-locked metal cabinets stored gear. Liang Tai retrieved energy drinks for his team.
“Thanks, Captain!” they chorused, wiping blood and dust with towels.
As Lin Qi drank, Liang Tai explained: “This rest hall’s convenient—closer than dorms. Rent a cabinet. Saves time.”
Lin Qi nodded. Resting on the battlefield meant death. Safety lay at the base.
“Little junior,” Liang Tai asked, “join us for the afternoon hunt?”
Lin Qi declined. “I’ll go solo next tide.”
Liang Tai understood—Lin Qi sought to boost their Merit Points. Without him, hunts would be harder.
——
Over nutrient meals, chatter erupted.
“I saw High Realm martial artists clash earlier! Couldn’t get near—the power gap was insane!”
High Realm martial artists were rare here; Sixth Realm elites dominated. A scarred, grizzled man spoke next.
“That’s Zhang Chuan—Black Dragon Base veteran. Fifteen years here, climbing from mid-tier to Sixth Realm Peak. His squad’s our strongest.”
Liang Tai whispered to Lin Qi, “He’s nearing Seventh Realm.”
Zhang Chuan sighed. “Gu Cheng’s terrifying. Three hours, ten Grade 7s slain. Makes my Grade 6 hunts look easy. And he’s been here mere months!”
A teammate added, “Sss-Rank Genius. Xu Qin’s already 80th globally—arrived around the same time. Sun Sheng and Li Tianxing? Unchallenged first and second. They slay Grade 8s like nothing!”
The veterans shuddered, recalling those monstrous talents.
Suddenly, a voice cut through.
“Gu Cheng’s brother Guming got humiliated this morning—knee shattered by Lin Qi.”
Liang Tai’s group glanced at Lin Qi.
“Lin Qi did it,” someone confirmed. “Top-tier genius himself—Seventh Realm at twenty. Gu Cheng’ll retaliate. Who’s stronger?”
Discussions erupted. Lin Qi sat calm, while Liang Tai’s team tensed.
“Don’t worry,” Lin Qi said. “Gu Cheng’s nothing.”
Reassured, Liang Tai resolved to report the incident to his master, Mu Hong, later.
——
Lin Qi projected his status panel:
Name: Lin Qi (Black Dragon Base)
Stage: Seventh Realm, Blood Transfiguration
Merit Points: 32,000
Base Rank: 406 → 404
Global Rank: 3,600 → 3,580
He sighed. Seventh Realm rankings were fiercely competitive—killing all morning only vaulted him two spots.
(End of Chapter)
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