237: Chapter 147: Total Kill, Confrontation Cold Resistance Level [Killing Spree Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets] 237: Chapter 147: Total Kill, Confrontation Cold Resistance Level [Killing Spree Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets] Logging Realm, Earth-digging Realm, and even the Cold Resistance Level, all measure combat power by strength.
Since that’s the case, numerical advantage naturally exists.
More people, more power, is not just an empty phrase!
As soon as Xia Hong approached He Meng, by observing the changes in his Qi Muscle, Xia Hong knew that his basic strength was about forty-three thousand.
That is to say, He Meng had also entered the stage of Reshaping Skin, preparing to break through to the Cold Resistance Level.
A Quasi Cold Resistance level, plus twenty-three Earth-digging Realm individuals charging at him, it was impossible not to feel any pressure at all.
Especially when his peripheral vision caught seven archers in the back aiming at him, Xia Hong’s expression slightly tensed.
Like the Great Xia, the Mirror Immortal Camp’s hunting team was equally well-coordinated.
He Meng led sixteen men directly towards him, with seven archers in the rear providing cover.
Though they seemed agitated, they had not forgotten to cooperate.
Xia Hong sneered, lifting the Long Measure Blade, targeting the seven archers.
With a slight perception, he spun around, using the inertia, and hurled the Yi Blade fiercely towards the center archer with his right hand.
The 1.7-meter Yi Blade instantly transformed into a spear.
A distance of over thirty meters was covered in an instant, and just as the man nocked an Iron Arrow, it pierced through his brow, killing him instantly.
While spinning around to throw the Yi Blade, Xia Hong’s left hand was not idle.
He had already grabbed the Double-edged Giant Axe from his back, holding the handle horizontally with both hands, carving a half-circle axe mark in front of him, striking at the large swords from He Meng’s group swinging towards him.
The sound of metal clashing echoed all around, seven of the fastest rushing were struck by the collision of large swords and the giant axe, all seven flew back more than ten meters, and among them, three had their large swords knocked right out of their hands.
Seven men hit the ground simultaneously with a loud crash, six of them had no strength left to get up, vomiting blood and passing out without any chance to resist.
“Use the bow, don’t get close!”
The only one to stand up, He Meng, with a hint of fear on his face, yelled to stop the others still trying to charge.
Xia Hong, who had swept away seven people with one axe, dared not pause for a moment, continuing to whirl the giant axe, almost forming an axe shield in front of him, blocking the Iron Arrows from the remaining six in the distance.
“Luckily, with my current strength, it’s easy to wield the axe!”
Beyond the axe screen, Xia Hong saw the remaining sixteen from the Mirror Immortal Camp retreating under He Meng’s advice, his eyes flashed with killer intent once more.
Clearly, they knew they couldn’t win in a direct fight and planned to all use bows.
“So close, using bows requires time!”
Finding a gap, Xia Hong dashed forward during an interval, almost instantly catching up with the ten retreating individuals.
He didn’t even bother with He Meng on the flank, the rapidly spinning axe screen approached the ten, drawing in the slowest runner with its powerful force.
The first, second, third…
The axe screen swept through like autumn winds blowing away leaves, engulfing them one by one.
Those caught within could not withstand Xia Hong’s terrifying strength, either being cut down by the giant axe or crushed by its might, bones cracking audibly.
Even if they reacted quickly and tried to block with blades, the end result was the same — body and sword both flying away, landing in a twisted, extreme position, leading to a sure death.
Most absurd of all, in such a situation, the arrows from the furthest six were still blocked by Xia Hong’s axe screen, failing to strike him at all.
The axe screen, impervious to water or oil, acted like a giant shield, shielding Xia Hong completely, leaving them helpless.
“How can he be so strong, how can he be so strong!”
Watching Xia Hong kill all ten who had charged alongside him in mere moments, He Meng was shaken to his core, seeing Xia Hong’s axe screen continuing its rampage, filled with hatred and burning jealousy.
He couldn’t understand why Xia Hong, who had been so weak not long ago, suddenly became unbelievably strong.
“You all run first, go report to the leader!!!”
Consumed by jealousy and seeing Xia Hong almost catching up with the last six, He Meng couldn’t hold back, gritting his teeth in anger, raised his sword and charged from the side, aiming at Xia Hong’s back.
Xia Hong raised an eyebrow slightly; he had ignored He Meng just now to eliminate the archers first, leaving He Meng behind him.
“None of you are getting away!”
Xia Hong sneered, his gaze fierce, and he stopped swinging the giant axe.
The moment He Meng’s large sword struck down, Xia Hong turned his body, lifting the giant axe horizontally to block.
The instant he blocked the sword, Xia Hong’s gaze sharpened, pushing off with his right leg, delivering a powerful straight kick to He Meng’s abdomen.
He Meng’s abdomen instantly caved in significantly.
The entire body flew back more than twenty meters, crashing into the snow, rolling another five or six meters back, dragging a two-meter wide trail in the snow.
But for the snow’s obstruction, this snow trail might have extended further.
He Meng leaned against the snowbank, spitting blood two or three meters out, his face pale as life rapidly drained from him, yet even so, when he looked at Xia Hong, there was no trace of fear, only deep-seated resentment and hostility.