One week later, only a day and a half remained before the Team Extra Time Competition.
Deep within Death Forest.
Scattered sunlight slipped through the gaps in the tree canopy, falling softly onto ground strewn with fallen leaves, twigs, and mottled bloodstains. Countless human figures darted about, while the beasts' trails were difficult to decipher. The silent battlefield was shattered by human martial might. Powerful beasts tore through one peaceful patch of land after another, incessantly splattering the battlefield with the color of blood.
"Eight Extremes Fist!"
"The Eight Styles of Golden Vajra - Mountain Splitting Palm!"
BOOM!
An upper-class Soldier-level beast, nearly three to four meters tall and heavy, was slammed to the ground by a handsome young man, its limbs weakly splayed.
After the palm strike, Wang Zhan immediately shouted, calling for his team members to press the attack and employ guerrilla tactics.
