Chapter 126 (1/2)

Hearing Lin Xun’s words, Fang Song was in a daze for a moment. Then suddenly, he bitterly said, “Well, that’s my fate. I have nothing to blame you for this. But could you do me a favour?”

Lin said, “Say it.”

Fang Song begged, “Help me. I’m seriously injured and I’m almost unable to hold on. Please take me out of this swamp. It is too dangerous here. There can still be some poisonous insects or fierce beasts, and I don’t want to get eliminated yet.”

He was seriously injured and his physical strength was on the verge of exhaustion. If no one helped him, there would only be one result for him – elimination.

Lin nodded, “Ok, all right. I can carry you for some distance.”

“Thanks! Thanks a lot!” Fang Song was overjoyed.

With a smile, Lin Xun came forward, bent down and said, “Come on.”

With his back to Fang Song, Lin didn’t notice that a smug look had emerged on Fang’s face.

“Hum, Lin Xun. However sly you are, you won’t escape from my calculation!”

With a sneer, Fang Song staggered forward, as if about to fall on the ground. But he clenched a blade, ready to attack.

However, when he was only one step away from Lin Xun, Lin, who was originally squatting, suddenly bent his body and rushed heavily backwards, like a bow.

Bang!

Fang Song was shaken away before he had the time to react. He fell heavily into the stinky marshy mud, letting out a scream.

The blow was so violent that Fang Song was dazed and his bones almost fell apart. He couldn’t help but cough up blood, and roared, “Lin Xun, are you going to kill trainees of the same camp? Do you know that you will be expelled from the Bloodthirsty Camp if our drillmaster, Young Ke, knows about this?”

Lin Xun turned around and slowly walked to Fang Song. Then in a flash, Lin twisted Fang’s wrist with his right hand and clamped a shiny blade which lay between Fang’s fingers with his left hand.

All of a sudden, Fang Song’s look changed and he said in a stiff tone, “I use this blade for defence. You…Why do you take my weapon away?”

Lin Xun said with a smile, “Are you still not gonna admit it? You should intend to kill me with the blade while I came to rescue you out of kindness. Do you really think that I am foolish?”

Although Lin was smiling, his voice was full of coldness.

“What are you talking about?” Fang Song said unhappily, “Lin Xun, even if you don’t want to save me, you need not to slander me.”

“Haha, do you still think I can’t see it through?” Lin said disdainfully, “There is no rule that bans the trainees in the same camp from killing each other in this monthly test. You must have intended to take this opportunity to snatch the nameplates I have obtained. Don’t try to fool me with your little trick!”

The look on Fang Song’s face changed again, as he had not expected that Lin Xun could actually see his calculation through.

Surprised, he glared at Lin, “You…what on earth do you want to do?”

Lin Xun smiled, “Of course, I won’t do anything that will make Drillmaster Young Ke unhappy, but…now that you are already seriously injured and are unable to keep fighting, it’s hard for you to protect your nameplate. How about giving your nameplate to me instead of letting our enemies get it? We are from the same camp after all. I’ll keep it for you. If Drillmaster Young Ke knows it, she will definitely appreciate what I am about to do.”

Hearing Lin’s words, Fang shivered with fear and anger. Lin that bastard should refuse to let off him! Before he could react, Fang Song felt a sudden pain in his neck and then fainted.

“Now, you have to be in a coma for a while,” Lin sighed, reached out his hand and groped around on Fang’s body and found a nameplate.

A shrill whistle filled the air.

This was a distress signal of a trainee from Camp 39.

It was Fang Song’s whistle, which was blown by Lin Xun.

Lin left the place before the sound faded out.

Not long after, a treasure ship came and the Fatty Middle-aged jumped out. He first took a look at the pike man who was in a coma, and then had a look at Fang Song. Confusion soon showed on his face.

He glanced at all the clues and traces on the spot and then understood what had happened.

“Hey, a poor guy. Although I don’t know who’s so bad to have got you into a fix, the guy does have a guilty conscience and send a distress signal for you. Otherwise, the result can be unimaginable when the pike guy wakes up.”

With a giggle, the Fatty Middle-aged took Fang Song by his hand and returned back to the treasure ship.

…

At the same time, in one other area of the Scorpion Ridge.

It was a damp forest. Abruptly, a roar like thunder arose, with many trees fell down soon afterwards.

All of this was the work of a stalwart juvenile, Ning Meng.

He dashed around madly all the way, with thunder flowing all over his body and his eyes glaring like the sun. As if possessed by Thor, he emitted murderous momentum which was terrifying.

He had just finished a fierce battle, rendering numerous bones of his opponent broken and the opponent near to death on the spot.

By the fighting, he won the third nameplate.

“Shit! There’re just a group of trash in Camp 40, without a single one worth fighting.”

Ning Meng cursed in his heart while running wildly.