Who said this card is outrageous?

The main problem is that there's no other choice now. The battle with the fourth-tier murlocs has exhausted all the participants. Even those who can still move probably can't even defeat a first-tier murloc. Staying would only mean certain death.

Zhao Tieshan glanced at Fu Xing and his group of five, then at the approaching fish-like group in the distance. Without saying anything more, he pointed to one of the faster students in the group to go find other reinforcements.

The student glanced at the others, realizing that he had to complete the task alone, so he turned and ran without hesitation, disappearing from everyone's sight in no time.

The rest of the people began to retreat to the rear.

Yu Renjia was naturally in the evacuation group, but before leaving, he walked up to Fu Xing, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come back alive."

Fu Xing grinned: "Don't worry, if I can't beat you, I'll just run away, right?"

That's what they say, but Yu Renjia knew things weren't that simple.

Fu Xing and his group consisted of only four people, yet they had to face hundreds of fishmen. Even if most of them were only at the first tier, they could still wear them down.

However, the truly deadly threat was the four second-tier merfolk that were devouring the flesh and blood of the mudflat patrollers. If they were to successfully advance, Fu Xing and the others would not only be unable to escape unscathed, but it was uncertain how many of them would survive.

But Yu Renjia didn't say these words out loud. He just nodded and then turned around and followed the evacuating team.

The other people who evacuated also spoke up, urging Fu Xing and the others to be careful.

"Don't be reckless. If things go wrong, run." Zhu Yingqi's voice came from afar.

"Hold on, wait for reinforcements." Zhao Tieshan left these words behind, and was then carried away by two men.

Their words went unanswered, for the merfolk could no longer contain themselves and charged forward.

Without saying a word, Fu Xing grabbed his longsword and charged forward. With a flash of sword light, the first-tier merman at the front was cleaved away, a long gash appearing in his chest, and dark green blood splattered all over the ground.

Then a card emitting a blue glow appeared in his hand.

"Agumon!"

A flash of light appeared, and the orange-yellow dinosaur appeared beside Fu Xing. Agumon, upon seeing the fish-men scattered on the ground, immediately went into battle mode, letting out a low growl.

Fu Xing was a warrior, and his mental energy was already limited, so he couldn't maintain the existence of his summoned creatures for long periods. He could only release Agumon at crucial moments, fight it out, and then recall it, carefully calculating every bit of his mental energy.

At the same time, the other three also drew their weapons and joined Fu Xing in slaughtering the first-tier merfolk.

The battle became intense from the very beginning.

Fu Xing stood at the forefront, his longsword flashing up and down, each strike capable of severely injuring or even taking the life of a first-tier merman.

His fighting style is just like him: bold and unrestrained, charging forward like a madman, completely disregarding whether he will get hurt.

……

After walking a few dozen meters, Yu Renjia couldn't help but look back at the battlefield, clutching the cards [Tidal Sea Spirit] and [Giant Shark Assault] tightly in his hand, feeling inexplicably irritated.

Both cards are already mentally bound, so no one else can use them. Otherwise, if they could be given to the mage in the rearguard, these murlocs wouldn't be a threat at all.

[Giant Shark Assault] It can even kill fourth-tier mudflat patrollers, let alone these first and second-tier trash fish.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in life.

Chapter 46 The Blade of Courage (Please read on!!)

The other three students also performed well, but the real standout in this battle was Agumon.

Its "Small Flame" skill, despite its name, actually produces fireballs the size of a human head.

Moreover, the fireball will cause a small-scale explosion after hitting the target, and the shock wave will spread the flames in all directions, killing or injuring any first-tier murlocs within a radius of two or three meters.

"Wow!"

Agumon opened its mouth again and spat out a fireball, which hit a second-tier fishman right in the face, instantly blasting its face black and causing it to scream and stagger back several steps.

In addition to ranged attacks, Agumon is also excellent at melee combat.

The [Sharp Fangs and Claws] skill greatly enhances its melee capabilities, turning its originally somewhat cute claws and teeth into deadly weapons.

A Tier 1 murloc lunged from the side, and Agumon swung its claw, leaving three deep, bone-revealing blood grooves on the opponent's chest.

Another fishman attacked from behind, but Agumon didn't even turn his head. He swept his tail and sent the fishman flying several meters away.

These creatures, whose strength was far inferior to Agumon's, were basically injured or maimed the moment they touched it, and had no power to fight back at all.

The battle lasted for nearly twenty minutes. Fu Xing's sword blade was covered in dark green blood, and his hand was numb from the impact, but his hand remained steady.

Their seamless teamwork during the battle with the fishmen kept their formation intact, and Agumon's fireballs were almost never interrupted.

Around them lay the corpses of no fewer than fifty Tier 1 fishmen. One of the two leading Tier 2 fishmen was also seriously injured, having lost an arm to an Agumon fireball, greatly reducing its combat power.

Fu Xing was panting heavily. Out of the corner of his eye, he could no longer see the retreating troops, so they must have evacuated safely.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief; the next step was to find a chance to escape.

However, at that moment, a violent energy fluctuation suddenly came from afar.

The four of them abruptly turned their heads toward the direction of the energy fluctuations and saw that the four second-tier merfolk who were devouring the flesh and blood of the mudflat patrollers were undergoing a tremendous change:

Two of the second-tier merfolk emanated unstable energy, their bodies visibly expanding, their scales becoming thicker and harder, and their claws and teeth becoming sharper, clearly indicating that they had successfully advanced to the third tier.

However, the other two second-tier merfolk were not so lucky. One of them couldn't withstand the increased power during the process of devouring and exploded, its body shattering into countless fragments, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. The remaining one didn't die, but it didn't advance either; it just looked a little stronger than before.

Even so, it was still a huge piece of bad news for Fu Xing and the others.

With the addition of two Tier 3 Murlocs and an enhanced Tier 2 Murloc, the battle line, which had been barely holding on, collapsed instantly.

In less than five minutes, all three except Fu Xing lost their ability to fight.

Although Fu Xing could still fight, he was only barely maintaining his strength thanks to the relatively powerful physique of a warrior. His condition was actually not much better. The longsword in his hand had been broken in the previous battle, leaving only a broken piece of less than half a foot long in his hand.

As Agumon's mental energy was about to be exhausted, his body began to flicker between light and shadow, eventually transforming into a beam of light and reverting back to the card.

Fu Xing was left to face more than twenty fishmen, including two newly promoted third-tier fishmen.

Defeat seemed inevitable.

Fu Xing's mind went blank for a moment, then he looked at the fishmen in front of him, took a deep breath, and gripped the broken sword in his hand tightly.

As dusk settled, a sea breeze blew from afar, carrying the salty, fishy smell and the stench of blood. The beach was littered with the remains of fish-men, their dark green blood seeping into the sand and turning large swaths of sand a dark green.

Behind Fu Xing were three classmates who had lost their ability to fight, opposite him was a menacing group of fish, and in front of him was a death line made of swords and blood.

Once they are crossed, they are doomed.

In a daze, he seemed to hear Agumon's voice:

"Ah Xing, muster your courage!"

Courage?

Fu Xing looked up at the mermen who were attacking him. There was no sign of retreat in his eyes. He was already determined to die, and all he could think about was how to kill as many mermen as possible before he died.

He felt something inside him ignite, and then a surge of heat rushed out from his heart and flowed to his limbs and bones.

In a place unseen by anyone, a huge phantom appeared behind him—a dragon beast clad in golden-white armor, wielding a massive greatsword with three blades.

The phantom itself had no consciousness; it only descended upon this place because it sensed the flame of courage ignited on Fu Xing's body.

It mimicked Fu Xing's actions, raising its greatsword in front of it, enveloping the broken sword in Fu Xing's hand. Then, guided by the power of courage, the ethereal dragon beast greatsword and the broken sword merged into one, bursting forth with a dazzling orange-yellow light, ultimately transforming into a massive energy blade.

"Blade of Courage?"

A name popped into Fu Xing's mind. He paused briefly, then raised his head, looking at the mermen who were closing in with a fierce fighting spirit.

The merfolk were startled by the sudden outburst. Several first-tier merfolk even took two steps back, but they did not flee. A third-tier merfolk roared, and the merfolk surged forward again.

Fu Xing grinned and said, "Come on, let's fight!"

The next second, he charged into the swarm of fish, his orange-yellow energy blade slicing through the air, creating a scorching wave of air.

The Blade of Courage swept out, slicing three Tier 1 murlocs in half at the waist, their dark green blood instantly evaporated by the intense heat.

Fu Xing fought with increasing courage, and the light emanating from the Blade of Courage shone ever brighter.

A Tier 2 murloc attempted a sneak attack from the side, but he easily cleaved it in two with a backhand sword strike; the enhanced Tier 2 murloc charged head-on, and the Blade of Courage sliced ​​off its head.

Seeing the situation was not good, the two Tier 3 merfolk launched an attack from both sides at the same time. However, Fu Xing was not flustered at all. He inserted the Blade of Courage into the sand, used the force to jump into the air, kicked the merfolk on the left away, and when he landed, the blade just happened to hit the shoulder of the merfolk on the right.

He gripped the sword with both hands and pressed it down, using the momentum of the fall to slice directly from the shoulder to the abdomen, cutting it in two diagonally.

The third-tier merman that was kicked away was not frightened. Instead, it roared and pounced forward. Fu Xing met it head-on and cleaved it in two from head to toe with his Blade of Courage.

The remaining dozen or so Tier 1 merfolk trembled with fear and scattered, trying to escape, but Fu Xing charged into the merfolk, slashing left and right, his orange-yellow energy blade drawing brilliant arcs through the gray-green merfolk.

Less than half a minute later, the last fishman also fell.

Fu Xing stood there, the Blade of Courage slowly dissipating. He looked down at the severed limbs scattered on the ground, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, powerless.

Chapter 47 Post-War

As Fu Xing collapsed, only his three classmates remained conscious on the entire battlefield.

In fact, the moment Fu Xing cleaved a Tier 3 merman in two, the three of them were already completely stunned by the scene before them, frozen in place and unable to utter a single word.

They had been in dire straits, resigned to their fate and awaiting their final destiny. But in the blink of an eye, they not only escaped death but also witnessed an overwhelming counterattack. The stark contrast left the three of them stunned for a long time.

Countless questions surged through the minds of the three: What exactly happened to Fu Xing just now? And what was the origin of that giant orange-yellow blade that was wrapped in immense energy?

However, they knew very well that now was not the time to delve into these issues.

Although the murloc race has been completely wiped out, this place remains a perilous rift battlefield, and no one can predict when the next wave of murlocs will launch a surprise attack. Therefore, taking advantage of this brief period of safety is the best option.

After the three of them treated their wounds briefly, one of them was too badly injured to move on his own. So the other two had to force themselves to walk to Fu Xing's side, each supporting one of his arms, and struggle to lift him up from the blood-soaked sand.

At this moment, Fu Xing's eyes were closed, his face was as pale as paper, and he had no strength left. He slumped limply on his two classmates, without any consciousness or reaction.

After a quick examination, the two found that his external injuries were not serious. The main reason he fell into a coma was that he was severely exhausted and his mental energy was almost depleted, causing him to fall into a deep sleep.

"Hiss, this is too heavy..." one of them couldn't help but complain under his breath, but the strength in his hand did not lessen at all. He gripped Fu Xing's arm tightly, afraid that he would fall to the ground again.

The other person didn't say much, but silently pulled Fu Xing's arm closer to their own shoulder, sharing most of the weight.

At this moment, the seriously injured classmate was finally able to stand up with difficulty. Just as the four were about to leave, a violent and rhythmic roar suddenly came from the distant horizon.

The sputtering sound of high-speed machinery broke the silence of the battlefield. The three instinctively looked up in unison, following the direction of the sound.

A short, stubby alchemical flying machine was speeding towards them, its fuselage constantly spewing out thick white steam, leaving a long white trail in the twilight sky.

The aircraft was not particularly large, only about the size of a regular truck. Several round, sealed metal canisters were suspended under its belly, and each of the short wings on either side of the fuselage was equipped with a propeller that was spinning at high speed and emitting a continuous hum.

"It's the city guard's alchemical flying machine!" someone recognized the object in the sky, their voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.