Chapter 125 (1/2)

At Scorpion Ridge.

The monthly assessment had begun for more than an hour.

A quiet marshland was enveloped in a gray haze which would affect the vision greatly and put people in unpredictable danger.

Whoosh!

A figure came from a distance like a ghost suddenly, moving as flexibly and soundlessly as a cat.

This was a teenager with a long narrow cheek and a sharp and vigorous aura. He held a spear in his hands and slightly bowed his body. Every step was soundless and his eyes were vigilant.

This teenager was Fang Song, one of the elites in Camp 39.

Having ensured that there was no danger around, Fang Song didn’t relieve himself. He carefully came to the swamp, with his eyes flashing his eyes, seeming to be exploring something.

“The environment here is quite good. If I can hide under the marsh, I can kill passersby unexpectedly.”

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At this moment, he became more alert and his strength was running around the whole body to make sure that he would make the strongest counter-attack when the sudden danger appeared.

Soon, Fang Song’s legs sank into the foul mud which seemed like a whirlpool that could drag people into it.

He had taken seven steps and there was no danger. Fang Song gave a sigh of relief. He planned to squat down and hide in the mud. Then he could launch a sudden attack when someone passed by with the help of the natural haze.

Just as Fang loosened his body and bowed slightly to hide, a dagger rushed out of the marsh beside him to pierce him from behind abruptly.

Ambush!

Fang Song, however, seemed to have anticipated that. He grinned hideously. Almost at the same time that the dagger rushed out, the spear in his hands smashed down fiercely like it had eyes.

Bang!

The spear was covered with black light and beat back the dagger. While the remaining power inserted the spear into the mud, a scream arose at once and a figure came out staggeringly.

This was a girl covered with black mud, and it was unable to see her face clearly. She was carrying a gray dagger, with a bloody gash in her right leg.

As soon as the girl appeared, she did not hesitate to turn and flee at top speed.

“Wanna leave without nameplate left?!” Fang Song shouted and rushed at her with his spear trying to stab the back of her waist.

His speed was fast and his attack was accurate, fierce and terrible to the extreme, reflecting his strong fighting consciousness.

If the girl kept running away, she would be seriously injured by this blow. If the girl twisted to fight back, she would have to slow down. Although she could resist the attack, she would be trapped on the spot.

But to Fang Song’s surprise, the girl suddenly turned her head and showed a mysterious smile, revealing her straight snowy teeth.

Uh?

Fang Song felt a strong sense of danger in his heart. He almost did not hesitate to withdraw his spear and made a sudden dodge aside.

Obviously, it was late. While Fang Song was dodging, a pike[A1]  soundlessly came out of the mud on the other side. It was heavily inserted into Fang Song’s abdomen at an incredible speed.

Puff!

The pike entered Fang’s body and burst out with blood. In great pain, Fang Song muttered a painful groan, then gritted his teeth and waved his spear to fight back.

Behind him, the girl, who had tried to escape, took this opportunity to brandish down her dagger and left a deep wound on Fang Song’s back, with the bone visible; this blow almost broke his viscera!

Under the converging attacks of the pike and dagger, Fang Song immediately realized that he had suffered a series of ambushes. He dared not hesitate and immediately cried, “I admit defeat!”

He dropped his spear, took out his nameplate and threw it out without hesitation. Then he gasped and his face was distorted in severe pain.

Puff!

The pike was pulled out from Fang Song’s abdomen, and brought out a bunch of blood. Fang Song couldn’t help but give out a muffled sound again, trembling all over, and almost fell into the mud.

In the marsh, a tall man stood up with a pike in his hands and looked at Fang Song indifferently.

“Excuse me, friend,” with a slight laugh, the girl bent over to pick up the nameplate that had been thrown into the mud.

“Ambushing together is a disgrace!” Fang Song gritted his teeth and scolded.

Just when scolding, Fang Song rushed at the girl and curbed the girl’s neck with his arm in an instant. At the same time, a blade appeared in his hand and he aimed at the girl’s throat with the blade.

This was an extremely sudden change. No one had thought that Fang Song dared to take a risk under such a serious injury, and he succeeded!

The pike man’s eyes became cold at once, but he dared not act rashly and blindly.

The girl’s face was so gloomy. She was stiff and dared not move. Her voice was full of mockery, “Are all members in Camp 39 as shameless as you?”

“Cut the crap and give back my nameplate, or I’ll cut your throat now. I’m sure you won’t die. There’s enough time for your drillmaster to rescue you.”

Fang Song grinned bitterly. His face was pale because of his abdominal wound but he was very proud at the moment.

The young man’s face changed and he raised the nameplate slowly, “I’m resigned!”

“Smart!” Fang Song looked ferocious. He grabbed the nameplate with his left hand when he spoke.