SFS Chapter 168 War God Lu Hao
Chapter 168 War God Lu Hao
Chapter 169 War God Lu Hao
Lu Hao glanced at the human team but didn't say anything more. He continued heading in the opposite direction. Since they had already seen the human team, it meant that Lu Hao and his two companions had returned. They didn't need to continue charging forward and could proceed more steadily.
"Lu Hao, stop! Don't rush it anymore, I'm almost out of energy."
Wang Jinyang said, his face pale.
Meanwhile, Qin Fengqing, who was standing to the side, was panting heavily. She drank the energy liquid that Lu Hao had given her in one gulp, and then swallowed one or two life-restoring pills.
"Alright, let's stop flanking and push forward. I'll deal damage from the front, and you two can finish them off from behind."
To be honest, Lu Hao still wanted to continue intervening, but Qin Fengqing and Wang Jinyang's condition didn't allow it; they were exhausted, like two dogs.
After all, repeatedly cutting through the battlefield consumes a lot of vital energy and mental strength. Vital energy can be recovered relatively easily with the energy liquid provided by Lu Hao, but mental strength is much harder to recover.
Therefore, Lu Hao did not intend to continue charging, but instead planned to stand alone and hold off the onrushing underground warriors.
Impenetrable by ten thousand men.
The thin-faced man watched for just ten seconds as Lu Hao and his two companions appeared, killed them, ripped out their hearts, and left.
Before I could even say thank you, the three of them moved so cleanly and efficiently, they were as fast as machines.
As expected, the world now belongs to the young. He's already 30, but he still can't compare to Lu Hao and the other two.
Once on the front lines, Lu Hao unleashed a barrage of attacks, while Wang Jinyang and Qin Fengqing were tasked with eliminating any remaining survivors.
Seeing how bravely the three fought, the other martial arts teams followed them forward.
"Qin Fengqing from Magic Martial Arts Academy, Jin Yang, the King of Nanjiang, have broken through the defenses! Brothers, we can't fall behind! Charge!"
Then a human voice rang out.
Many Wuhan University students who were fighting looked over.
Then they saw three figures covered in blood and mangled bodies standing proudly at the front, launching a fierce attack on the cave ahead.
Countless students and professors at Wuhan University witnessed Lu Hao's domineering and arrogant demeanor.
A feeling suddenly arose in my heart that this is how one should live.
He shouted loudly, followed by many students, also young people, who also had a passionate side.
Seeing how strong my peers are, I aspire to be like them.
Therefore, everyone who heard this wished they could rush up immediately to help Lu Hao.
His movements became much more ruthless, and he killed enemies much faster.
Meanwhile, the underground warriors opposite them stared at the three of them with eyes that seemed to regard them as demons, especially at Lu Hao, since Lu Hao had slaughtered the most, like a tireless war god.
The underground warriors who rushed into this area were immediately thrown into a panic.
After all, one second they were your teammates, and the next second you saw the other person's head fly off. You can imagine how angry and shocked you must feel.
The underground warriors really wanted to complain: "Is the other side cheating? If they're so capable, why don't they fight a sixth-rank opponent instead of fighting us nobodies?"
Perhaps heaven heard their cries.
"Watch out, get out of the way!"
"There's a sixth-rank martial artist here, be careful."
Just as Lu Hao was displaying his divine power, he suddenly felt a sound of blood and qi breaking through the air behind him, and at the same time heard shouts from other students.
Lu Hao hurriedly dodged to the side, his right shoulder was pierced slightly, but it wasn't a big problem and didn't have a significant impact on him. Using the power of his exploding blood and qi, Lu Hao dodged several meters to the side.
Looking up, he saw a young man from the underground cave hovering in mid-air, looking at Lu Hao.
How could a martial artist of the sixth rank have come down from there?
Could it be that a human of the sixth rank has been defeated?
Curiosity aside, Lu Hao didn't linger and slashed at the sixth-rank underground martial artist with his sword.
After all, the sixth-grade underground martial artist in front of him was only a mid-stage sixth-grade martial artist, and Lu Hao was still confident.
With a single slash, a crimson beam over twenty meters long collided with the opponent's fist, knocking the opponent back considerably.
The sixth-rank underground warrior on the other side was quite surprised. He had discovered Lu Hao when he fought against a sixth-rank human up there, and found that Lu Hao had broken through the defense line here.
He originally thought that this fifth-rank resurrection warrior at the Land of Rebirth had at most the combat strength of a low-level sixth rank, so this was already heaven-defying.
I didn't expect that the warrior from the Land of Resurrection is no less powerful than me. This is going to be difficult.
Lu Hao didn't care what the young man opposite him was thinking; his only goal was to kill him. He stepped forward, unleashing a powerful slash that drained three thousand units of the young man's health in one strike.
Previously, when dealing with those fifth-rank enemies, Lu Hao would unleash two thousand units of Qi and Blood with each strike. After all, if two thousand units of Qi and Blood could solve the problem, then three thousand would be too wasteful.
Although it can be restored, it can also improve one's control over one's Qi and blood, allowing for a more accurate grasp of the battle situation.
At the same time, after unleashing a slash, Lu Hao used his mental energy to transform into a spike and pierced towards the young man opposite him. After all, this was the only method he had to deal with a sixth-rank cultivator, so he couldn't forget it.
When the sixth-rank underground warrior on the opposite side saw Lu Hao slashing out, he hurriedly gathered his qi and blood and threw a punch, trying to disperse the qi and blood. After all, if he were to take the power of this move head-on, it would probably kill him.
"Bang"
As the fist collided with the blade's edge, the young martial artist was knocked back several meters, but he successfully blocked the attack. However, the young man's smile vanished the next moment. With the mental energy spikes following the blade's edge, the unsuspecting young man was instantly severely injured.
The young underground warrior clutched his head, feeling dizzy and disoriented, unable to see anything clearly.
Lu Hao, of course, would not let this opportunity pass. He had already made his move when he launched his mental attack.
For Lu Hao, a distance of tens of meters was just two steps.
Lu Hao immediately appeared in front of the young martial artist and brought his sword down on his head. Although the young man was confused, his body still sensed the danger.
His hands moved up automatically, trying to stop the blade's edge, but without the young man's gathered qi and blood, they couldn't withstand it at all.
In an instant, the blade's edge severed both arms, then cleaved towards the head.
"—.."
It went smoothly, without much effort; the crimson blade light cleaved the young martial artist's head in two. After all, those who hadn't reached a high-level cultivation level hadn't tempered their heads.
The strength of the head is no different from that of the lowest three grades.
"good!"
"Fight! War God Lu Hao!"
Seeing Lu Hao kill a sixth-rank warrior so easily, the other human warriors cheered happily and fought even harder against the underground warriors opposite them. Their morale soared, and some students even thought Lu Hao was a god of war.
The morale of the underground warriors opposite them had plummeted. Already terrified by the butcher's gaze, they had finally encountered a sixth-rank warrior, whom they had expected to kill easily. Instead, they were easily killed. Now, weren't they just lambs to the slaughter? They were filled with fear and dread.