This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 647, Section 646: Resistance has an upper limit.
Attack! Attack! Attacks are coming from all directions!

A sword slashed from the left, a spear thrust from the right, a battle axe swept across his feet, and a stray arrow whizzed past his head. Ming's vision was filled with enemies, every pair of eyes fixed on him as if they wanted to devour him alive.

He desperately tried to figure out which attacks he could withstand, which he had to dodge, and which he needed to defend against.

It was so chaotic that he didn't have time to think. In the midst of the battle, several spells hit his back and side.

Although he survived thanks to various resistances and skills like [Regeneration] were continuously repairing his body, the injuries were still gradually accumulating.

Even more deadly is the magic.

Repairing his body requires magic. With the [Magic Storage LV10] bestowed upon him by his boss, he has a magic reserve far exceeding that of ordinary mages, even though he cannot cast spells. However, in such an intense battle, his magic is still being depleted little by little.

Ming now deeply regrets not listening to his senior Norris's advice and acting rashly.

Real warfare is completely different from the gladiatorial combats he had experienced before.

In the arena, all he needs to do is charge into the enemy ranks, risk injury, and kill the most threatening mage first.

Even if both sides are severely injured, his physical immunity will allow him to have the last laugh.

But it's different here.

On the battlefield, there weren't just one or two mages, but scattered throughout the entire front. He couldn't possibly kill them all in such a short time.

Especially now, after he has succeeded several times, it is extremely difficult for him to get close to those mages again.

He could only be trapped in place, like a wild beast that had fallen into a trap, slowly worn down by hunters swarming in from all directions.

A sudden wave of fear washed over Ming.

It's not that I'm afraid of dying.

He was afraid that the boss would be disappointed in him.

Just as Ming was in a state of confusion and disorientation, the military formation in front of him suddenly split open.

The crowd parted to make way for a narrow passage, and a heavily armored war beast charged out from it!

On the back of the war beast, Leonard crouched low, his blood-red spear pointing diagonally forward, the tip leaving a scarlet afterimage in the sunlight.

Before Ming could react, the spearhead had already struck him squarely in the chest.

The immense impact lifted him off the ground and hurled him high into the air, where the sky and the tundra spun rapidly in front of him.

Then, Ming fell into a snowdrift in the distance.

……

Leonard looked at the shattered spear tip and realized that the other person might still be alive.

But instead of rushing in to finish off the attackers, he shouted the order: "Reorganize and focus on defending against the attack!"

Ming's recklessness, though it got him surrounded, was not entirely useless in the battle.

While Fang Caiming was rampaging through the rear, the entire right flank rear formation was in complete chaos. As a result, the infantry in the front row, who were carrying shields and desperately holding off the pounding attacks, lost most of their ranged support.

If he doesn't reorganize the troops in time, even if he cuts off that demon's head now, the right flank will completely collapse.

After the order was given, the reserve forces quickly filled the gaps caused by the chaos. The mages were pulled back to their positions by their respective squad leaders, and the archers finally stopped chasing after something in a disorderly manner.

After several rounds of magical arrows rained down, the pressure on the front line was greatly reduced. The shaky shield wall finally stabilized again.

Only then did Leonard turn his gaze back to the snowdrifts in the distance.

Inside, Ming had actually gotten up, looking nothing like someone who had just been thrown dozens of meters away.

Where the spear pierced his chest, there was a hole in his armor, but the skin underneath only showed a shallow layer of corrosion from the poisonous blood, and it was visibly fading away.

Leonard's eye twitched slightly, and he muttered under his breath, "Where did this monster come from?"

He then flicked his wrist, and the surrounding blood reformed the tip of the spear.

He didn't turn around, but turned his head to the side and ordered the guard beside him, "Don't let the formation be disrupted again. I'll handle this kid."

Seeing Leonard charge forward again, Ming, no longer hindered by soldiers, was not to be outdone and kicked off the ground with his feet!
The frozen ground cracked open the moment he stepped on it, sending fragments mixed with ice flying backward.

[Speed ​​Up to LV10]

[Assault Catapult LV10]

Ming's figure left a blurry afterimage in the air, and he shot straight toward Leonard on the back of the war beast like a cannonball! "So fast!" The general did not expect Ming to suddenly burst out with such speed. He had not personally witnessed the scene of Ming killing the mage in the midst of thousands of troops, and was caught off guard.

Leonard didn't want to fight back, so he yanked the reins hard, forcibly pulling the armored beast's front hooves up!

The war beast roared and stood upright, its massive body blocking the path between Ming and Leonard.

The beast's head exploded upon impact, spraying blood, flesh, and bone fragments in a fan shape, staining the snow within a radius of several meters red.

The headless, enormous body swayed, then crashed to the side, kicking up a cloud of snow dust.

Ming landed on the ground by the force of the impact, his feet carving two shallow furrows in the frozen ground. Before he could even stand up, a blood-red spear had already pierced through the air and arrived!

The blood spear shattered in his chest, turning into a large cloud of scarlet blood mist that spread in all directions.

He was thrown back by the impact, sliding several meters along the snow before his back hit a raised patch of frozen earth and he came to a stop.

"That's really tough." Leonard rolled over and landed, staring at the figure climbing out of the snowdrift. "LV10 [Physical Resistance]? The demonic runes... what an enviable talent."

He flicked his wrist, and another weapon formed from blood condensed in his palm—this time, a double-edged battle axe.

Ming didn't answer; he charged forward again. But he soon discovered that no matter how fast he charged, Leonard always managed to use his combat experience to sidestep, slide, and retreat at the last moment, causing his impact to miss.

Fortunately, when Leonard's blood weapon struck Ming, it also failed to cause any damage, shattering into a cloud of blood mist each time.

Leonard, however, seemed unconcerned, continuing to relentlessly condense, strike, and shatter time and time again.

The blood mist grew thicker and thicker.

Ming's vision began to blur, and the smell of rust filled his nostrils.

He vaguely sensed something was wrong, but every time he tried to stop and observe, Leonard would take the initiative to get closer, forcing him to continue dealing with the situation.

Soon, the area where the two were fighting was completely shrouded in thick blood mist.

“Max-level physical resistance, plus some kind of high-speed regeneration ability.” Leonard’s voice came from the depths of the blood mist. “No wonder you were able to stir up trouble in the army formation for so long.”

Ming paused, looking in the direction of the sound, but could only see a vague outline in the fog.

"However, resistance has its limits."

Leonard flipped his palm over.

The blood mist that had been spreading all around suddenly condensed again!
The next second, hundreds of blood crystal needles, each several meters long, emerged from the mist, hanging densely in the air, each tip pointing towards the central Ming position.

"Wear it!" Leonard clenched his fist tightly.

Countless whooshing sounds merged into a shrill whistle, as those long needles shot out simultaneously from all directions, completely enveloping the area where Ming was located.

After a series of loud impacts, only a dense, crisscrossing forest of bright red needles remained, completely obscuring Ming's figure.

Leonard slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, but suddenly a warning came from his personal guard in the distance:

"Sir, watch out behind you!"

Leonard turned around abruptly.

Unbeknownst to them, the new, four-meter-tall enemy had bypassed the front lines and quietly reached the edge of their battle zone from the flank.

Meanwhile, the resonant cannon on Jida's back, which made him wary, was pointing directly at him, and its interior was once again gathering blazing white magical light.

Leonard's pupils contracted slightly.

But this time, he had ample time to dodge; he only needed to sidestep...

Kara-la-la—

A sharp cracking sound came from behind him.

Before Leonard could turn around, Ming's hand had already gripped his neck tightly, and with a huge impact, he was sent flying towards Jida.

Incredulous, Leonard even saw the splattered blood needle hit his supposedly fragile eyeball, only to shatter and bounce off as if it had struck something harder than steel.

Even with physical resistance LV10, it's impossible to reach this level, right?

“What…monster…” Leonard managed to squeeze out the last few syllables.

boom--!
(There are still many things to do during the Spring Festival, so there will be only one update for the next two days. Normal updates will resume tomorrow. I also wish everyone a happy Spring Festival.)
(End of this chapter)