Swallowing the Stars: Starting with a Meteor Tear

Chapter 23 Life and Death (Part 1)

"Captain, three people are approaching rapidly, and they're at least at the high-level warrior general level!"

Zhu Xia's anxious voice rang out in the communication headset!

"Advanced Warrior!"

Lei Hong and Zhou Yang exchanged glances, their faces darkening.

After the Great Nirvana, humanity's power was concentrated in various base cities.

In this unsupervised wilderness, it's not uncommon for martial artists to kill each other because of grudges or the struggle for treasures.

Normally, when two unfamiliar martial arts teams meet in the wilderness, they will tacitly maintain a certain distance, for fear that misunderstandings may lead to unnecessary conflicts.

Now that they have just fought a major battle, the enemy is approaching them rapidly without any attempt to hide, which is most likely not a good thing!

It was no longer realistic to avoid the other side at this point, so the members of the Chasing Wind Squad could only grip their weapons tightly and stand ready for battle.

"Zhu Xia, stay hidden. Keep your sniper rifles aimed. Everyone, get ready. If things really go wrong, split up and run immediately. Nobody hesitate!"

Lei Hong gave a low, somber shout.

Zhou Yang's father, Zhou Yong, slowly walked to his side, forced a smile, and said in a low voice:

"Do you remember the rules the team leader explained when you first went to the wilderness area?"

"rule?"

Zhou Yang was taken aback, then remembered that Lei Hong had indeed given him a lot of instructions on the way to County 02011 last time.

The first rule is that when an insurmountable danger occurs, everyone should do their utmost to escape and not waste their goodwill on meaningless things!

Thinking of this, he felt a sudden tightness in his chest.

Zhou Yong didn't say anything more, gently patted his shoulder and walked to the side.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yang's mind was in turmoil.

My father said this to remind me that if I encounter danger, I should not worry about others and should run away on my own.

But can I really do it?

In just a moment, he had the answer in his heart!

No, he can't do it!

In his previous life, Zhou Yang had almost never experienced what is called family affection or friendship.

Having finally and luckily transmigrated to this world, he was fortunate to have loving parents and like-minded teammates. He would never easily give up these rare and precious friendships.

Of course, he wouldn't actually recklessly risk his life.

"At worst, I'll just expose my psychic powers!"

He gradually made up his mind.

His physical abilities have now reached the level of a junior warrior. Under normal circumstances, his mental strength is two levels higher than his physical abilities.

In other words, his current level of mental power is already comparable to that of a high-level warrior!

In normal combat, a mentalist can be virtually invincible among those of the same level.

After all, mentalists can manipulate weapons to fly and attack in mid-air, and even suddenly change direction in mid-air, making them unpredictable.

Furthermore, the ability to fly using mental power makes them virtually invincible from the start.

"High-ranking generals had better not harbor any ill intentions towards me, otherwise..."

Zhou Yang and the other members of the Chasing Wind Squad gripped their weapons tightly, ready for battle.

In less than a minute, they heard a rapid whooshing sound.

Almost in the blink of an eye, three male warriors dressed in combat uniforms appeared in front of them.

Zhou Yang glanced ahead and saw a short, middle-aged man with a tuft of beard standing in the middle. He was wearing a full set of black alloy combat uniforms and holding a short alloy blade that resembled both a knife and a sword in his right hand.

He wasn't wearing a combat helmet, and his triangular eyes looked rather sinister. Zhou Yang and the others felt as if they were being stared at by a venomous snake when he looked at them.

Beside him were two male martial artists who looked somewhat similar, appearing to be around thirty-five or thirty-six years old.

One of them was slightly pale, while the other had a dark complexion.

The two men stood on either side, with the man in the middle seemingly the leader.

"Which squad are you from?"

The three people opposite stared at the Wind Chaser Squad for a few seconds, and then the dark-faced middle-aged man standing on the far right spoke first and asked a question.

The members of the Chasing Wind Squad exchanged glances. Finally, Lei Hong stepped forward, casually clasped his hands in greeting to the uninvited guests, and said loudly:

"We are the Chasing Wind Squad under the Limitless Martial Arts Academy. I am Lei Hong, the captain of the Chasing Wind Squad. Friends, is there anything we can help you with?"

"Extreme Martial Arts Gym? The Wind Chaser Team"

The dark-faced middle-aged man thought for a moment, then shook his head, seemingly having never heard of the Chasing Wind Squad.

He frowned at Lei Hong and asked in a cold tone, "Have you seen an injured silver-horned rhinoceros nearby? It was about five meters long, with a broken tail and wounds on its body."

"Silver Horned Rhinoceros!"

Lei Hong's pupils contracted slightly, and he suddenly looked up at the people opposite him.

That, that's a lord-level monster!

His gaze shifted, involuntarily sliding to the short, middle-aged martial artist standing in the middle opposite him, his eyes narrowing unnaturally.

"We're asking you a question, have you seen it before?"

The dark-faced middle-aged martial artist looked somewhat impatient and gave a cold snort, urging him on.

"Huh? I've never seen it before, I've never seen it before. We've always stayed around this neighborhood and haven't been anywhere else."

Lei Hong quickly looked away and replied hastily, feeling a little relieved at the same time.

It seems they're just gathering information. It should be nothing serious; besides, the other party probably wouldn't care about such a small gain.

Even Zhou Yang and the others behind him felt a little more relaxed.

"Never seen it before?"

The dark-faced middle-aged martial artist seemed to be asking the question casually, without having much expectation.

However, he still added something to Lei Hong.

"We are the hunting team of the Li family in Jiangnan Base City. We are currently hunting a silver-horned rhinoceros. Please keep an eye out for us and let us know if you spot it. Our contact information is available on the Li family hunting team's official website."

His words were spoken in a condescending manner.

However, Lei Hong didn't want to get entangled with the other party any longer, so he readily agreed with a smile.

"Don't worry, we'll let you know as soon as we have any news."

"Um."

The dark-faced middle-aged man nodded slightly, seemingly quite satisfied with Lei Hong's attitude.

He turned to look at the short, middle-aged martial artist standing in the middle, and a fawning smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Yamamoto, shall we try looking in other places?"

"Yamamoto. Is that guy a little bastard?"

Upon hearing the address given by the dark-faced middle-aged man, Zhou Yang and the others were slightly surprised and curiously sized up the short, middle-aged martial artist.

Even before the Great Nirvana, relations between China and Japan were tense, with deep historical animosity between the two countries.

After the Great Nirvana erupted, countless marine creatures began to evolve and started attacking humans relentlessly.

That small island nation fell immediately, and the country of Sakura was completely destroyed.

Only a few elite individuals managed to escape and settle in survivor base cities in other countries.

However, these people were not content with their lot. They dreamed of restoring their country and often plotted insidious schemes to exploit others or directly seize power.

It is said that there is indeed a small base city in the White Elephant Federation, which they directly paved the way with a large amount of money and obtained partial administrative control over.

Whether in his past life or this one, Zhou Yang has no fondness for this race.

However, given the current unclear situation, he naturally couldn't afford to cause any more trouble.

However, while they were hoping to settle things peacefully, the other party didn't seem to share that intention.

After hearing the dark-faced warrior's words, the short, middle-aged warrior Yamamoto, who appeared to be from Japan, did not respond.

His sharp, sinister, triangular eyes swept over the corpse of the ghost-faced spider on the ground as if by accident, a playful smile appearing on his lips.

Then, a very broken sentence in Chinese came out of his mouth.

"Yours, leave your backpacks behind."

(End of this chapter)